The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 17, 1921, Page 13

t MONDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1921. eee BY SINCLAIR LEW Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. ebeceeceeccocesceosocos e SYNOPSIS OF OPENING MILPOR a eed INSTALLMENTS fe and a phyntoian 4 Kennioott takes she ts terrified at the / » home mid-Victorian and Khe explores Main #trect ideas, AC the same . diab darmer, is exploring Main due time they When she the daught (Continued Sure. Why not? Maybe we're! alow, but we are democratic, I go Dullt house of Sam | hunting with Nat same as I do with Jack Elder." lark, f e he party | Clark, In which was given the party |" "sim giad. I've never met a taflor| to welcome Carol was one of the/ socially, It must be charming to largest in Gopher Prairle. It had| m and not have to think ‘@ clean sweep of clapboarits, a solid| about what you owe him. And do| quareness, a small tower, and a|¥0--. Would you go hunting with ts nd ‘our barber, too?" screened porch. Inside, it was} 7° Der “No but No running this) ny, ae hard, and as cheerful 8/ gemocracy thing into the ground.| & new wak upright piano. | Resides, I've known Nat for years, Say ot aeete | agree Sam | and, besides he's a mighty good shot | rk as he ro! to the door and - ‘, shouted, “Welcome, little lady! oer gery Ph salt | keys of the city are yourn! oF sa | Beyond him, in the hallway and Great fellow for chinning. He be the living room, sitting In a vast! talk your arm off, about religion or prim circle ag tho they were atiend:| politics or books or anything.” Tree funeral, ane saw the Sueste | “Carol gazed with « polite approx! Nothing for her! ~ Ri Qctortntnation! mation to interest at Mr. Dashaway, to be all one pretty floweret of ap.|®, t#B Person with a wide, mouth.| Preciation leaked away. She begged | “O". 1 know! He's the furniture] or Sam “I dont dare face themt!| store man! She was much pleased 3 a "| with herself. ‘ne Mgt scene A hr “Yump, and he's the undertaker mie r; Come shake hands , - ith him.” “Why, sister, they're going to love| ¥'! A 7 eighins na I would if I aiaet| “Od. P° He doesn’t-rhe | think the doc here would beat me|@oesm't do the embalming abd all up that—bimself? I couldn't shake “R.but— 1 don’t dare! Faces to the | bands with an undertaker!* ‘The recently nee is } You'll like him, no | | | THE SEATT BR.CAREFUL You DADDY AND on PLAY, WiTH ws! A Soe! “Why not? You'd be proud to it of mie, faces, tm front Of mes} oe hands. with & great. surgeod Ghe sounded hysterical to hereelf: | just after he'd been carving up pees led that to Sam Clark she | Pie's bellies.” insane, But he chuckled,| | She sought . “Now you just cuddle under Sam's; 200n's calm of maturity. "Yea. | ‘wing, and if anybody rubbers at you| You're right. I want—oh, my dear,| too long, I'll shoo ‘em off. Here.we| 4° you know how much I want to go! Watch my smoke—Sam't, the} like the people you like? I wnat tol ladies’ delight and the bridegrooms’} **¢ People as they are.” terror!” “Well, don't’ forget to see-people His arm about her, he led her in| ®# other folks see them as they are! 4-bawied. “Ladies” and worser| They have the utuff. Did you know halves, the bride! We won't Intro-|that Percy Bresnahan came from her round yet, because she’; here? Born and brought up get your bum names straight} here!” way. Now bust up this ‘star. .“Bresnahan?” amb “Yes-—you know—president of the They tittered politely, but they aia | ¥etvee Motor Company of “Boston, Rot move from the social security /Mass—make the Velvet Twelve- jof their circle, and they did not cease| biggest automobile factory in New starin, | Bngiand.” Carol had given creative energy} “I think I've heard of him.” ito dressing fog the event. Her hair “Sure you have. Why, he's a was demure, low on. her forehéad Millionaire several times over! Well, ‘witha parting and a coiled braid.) Perce comes back here for the black Now she wished that she had piled) bass Mshing almost every summer high. Her frock was an ingenue/ “nd fe says if he could get away! Datip of lawn, with a wide gold sash| from business, he'd rather live here and a low square néck, which gave| than in Boston or New York or any & suggestion of throat and molded}of those places, He doesn't mind shoulders. But as they looked her| Chet’s undertaking.” she was certain that it was all} “Please? ['ll—I'l! lke everybody! She wished alternately that|/ I'll be the community sunbeam!" worn a spinsterish high-| He led her to the Dawsons, Necked dress, and that she had dared| Luke Dawson, lender of money on to shock them with a violent brick-) mortgages, owner of Northern out seart which she had bought in| over land, was a hesitant man in |unpressed soft gray Clothes, with She was led about the circle. Her | bulging eyes in a milky face. His ce mechanically produced safe re-| wife had bleached cheeks, bleached | hair, bleached voice, and a bleached “Ob, I'm sure I'm going (6 lke i | manner. She wore her expensive ever so much,” and “Yes, we! green frock, with its passementeried d have the best time in Colorado | bosom, bead tassels, and gaps be intains,”* and “es, I lived in| tween the buttons down the back. Paul several years. Euclid P.|as tho she had bought it second.| n ? No, I don’t remember mfet-| hand and was afraid of meeting the him, I'm pretty sure I've heard| former owner. They were shy. It him.” was “Professor” George Edwin Mott, Kennieott took he? aside and whis | superintendent of echools, a Chinese | “Now I'll introduce you to| mandarin turned brown, who held one at a time.” Carol's hand and made her welcome. “Tell me about them first.” ; When the Dawsons and Mr. Mott “Well, the nice-looking couple over, had stated that they were “pleased are Harry Haydock and his|to meet her,” there seemed to be Juanita. Harry's dad owns/ nothing else to say, but the conver. ‘most of the Bon Ton, but it's Harry | sation went on automatically. who runs it and gives it the pep.| “Do you like Gopher Prairie?” He's 4 hustler. Next to him is Dave) whimpered Mrs. Dawson. the “Oh, I'm sure I'm going to be ever ae to regain her ‘after “There's 40 many nice people.” Mrs. Dawson looked to Mr. Mott for Social and intellectual ald. He lec: | tarea: " “There's a fine class of people. 1 _Wife are good sports—him and/ don't like some of these retired farm and I go hunting together a lot.|ers who come here to spend their ‘old cheese there is Luke Daw-| last days—especially the Germans. the richest man in town. Next| They hate to pay school taxes. They him is Nat Hicks, the tailor.” hate to spend a cent. But the rest “Really? A tailor?” are a fine class of people. Did you ADVENTURES OF TH WINS “Don’t mention it!” begged Crawly in his best manner As noon as the Twins found them-| Nancy looked relieved, “Then it’s | ves free, they thanked Crawly |4ll right, I suppose,” sald “Nickie, let us take the pink pearl < | p b . for being #0 kind, and picked |x t5 Cap'n Pennywinkle, so he} lap the beautiful pink pearl for can send it to the Fairy Queen. ich they had been searching un-| Good-bye, Mr. Crab, Thank you for fer the sea. everything.” [s“Don't mention it!’ begged Crawly) Cap'n Pennywinkle was overjoyed his best manner, “I'm only glad| when the Twins returned. First, be to be able to do you a fayor, after} cause he was beginning to fear that | you were #0 kind ‘n’ all dhout get* some harm had befallen them. See: | Pe ting old Tubby Terrapin off Of me ond, because they had found the pink ayer there beside the Seaweed pearl, which Nancy brought out ove.” proudly from her Jittle apron pocket. és Nancy was “Wonderful! The very ticket!" he | r Mr. Cotton Spinner in a wor- | declared, while Curly, his seahorse, g sorry to hurt your friend, but ally, Miss Nancy, he doesn't mind Bing his tummy any more than you Dfan eye-winker. In fact, every time| “And now,” said Cap'n Penny: gets indigestion, he plucks it out,|winkle, “I think that we had better stion, and throws it away. He'll| Suppose you and Nickie carry the ow @ new one as quickly as the} 1 to the Fairy Queen your. ow-pasture grows a mushroom, | gelv if : is very fast, a8 you Lely | (To Be Continued) ts » (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) she looking after} and unfolding hie curliceue of a tail |so rapidly that he almost upset his 4 way, so Crawly hastened to ad4,|pranced around delightedly, folding rider, 6 tummy, 1 mean, not his indi-}feturn the Jost gem to its owner. ’ know that Percy Bresnahan came from here? Used to go to senvol right at the old building!’ } “I heard he did."@ “Yes, He's a prince. He and 1 went fishing together, last time he was here.* ~ The Dawsons and Mr, Mott ¢ ered upon weary feet, and smiled at Carol with crystalized expressions. 8he went on: “Tell me, Mr. Mott: Have you ever tried any experiments with any the new educational systems? The modern kindergarten methods or the Gary system?” “Oh. Thape. Mos? of these would. be reformers are «imply notoriety seekers, 1 believe in manual train ing? but Latin and mathematics al-| Ways will be the backbone of sound Americanism, ng twatter what these faddists advedate—heaven knows | what they do want—nitting, I sup and classes in wiggling the} The Dawsons smiled their appre-) elation of listening to a savant. Car ol waited till Kenntcott should res cue ber, The reag of the party waited for the miracle of being amused. Harry and Juanita Haydock, Rita Simons and Dr. Terry Gould—the young smart set of Gopher Prairie. She was led to them. Juanita Hay-| dock flung at her in @ high, cack: | ling, friendly voice: “Well, this ts so nice to have you here. We'll have some good parties —dances antl everything. You'll have to join the Jolly Seventeen. | We play bridge and we bave a sup per once a month, You play, of; course?” “N-no, I don’t." Really? In St. Paul?” “I've always been such a book. worm.” “We'll have to teach you. Bridge is half the fun of life.” Juanita had become patronizing, and she glanced disrempectfully at Carol's golden sash, which she had previously ad mired, Harry Haydock sald politely, | “How do you think you're going to/ like the old burg? H “I'm sure I shall like it tremen ously.” “Best people on earth here. Great hustlers, too. Course I've had lots of ciiffces to go live in Minneap olis, but we like it here. Real he- town. Did you know that Percy Bresnahan came from here? Carol perceived that she had been | weakened inthe biological struggte | by disclosing her lack of bridge.| Roused to nervous desire to regain | her position she turned on Dr. Terry | Gould, the young and pool-playing| competitor of her husband, Her eyes coquetted with him while she But what 1) learn bridge. } really love most is the outdoors. Can't we all get up @ boating party, | and fish, or whatever you do, and) have a plenic supper afterwards?” | ‘ow you're talking!’ Dr. Gould! affirmed. He looked rather too ob viously at the creamamooth slope| of her shoulder. “Like ning? | Fishing is m ymiddile name, I'll teach you bridge, Like cards at ail? “I used to be rather good at be-| nique.” She knew that bezique was a game of cards—or a game of something else, Roulette, possibly. But her lie was @ triumph, Juanita’s hand. some, high-colored, hors¢y face showed doubt, Harry stroked his nose and said humbly, ‘“Bezique? Used to be great gambling game, wasn't it?" While others drifted to her group, Carol snatched up the conversation. She laughed and was frivolous and rather brittle, She could not dis tingish their eyes. They were a blurry, theatre-audience before which | she self-consciously enacted the com. edy of being the Clever Little Bride of Doe Kennieott: “These-here celebrated — Open Spaces, that's what I'm going out for. I'll never J anything but th sporting page Will conver me on our Colorado trip. There wer s0 many mous#y tourists who were afraid to get out of the motor "Mus that I decided to be Annie Oakley, | the Wild Western Wampire, and I bought ob! @ vociferous skirt which revealed my perfectly nice ankles to! the Presbyterian glare of all th Toway schoolma’ams, and I leay from peak 10 peak like the nimble chamoys, and— You may think that Herr. Doctor Kennicott is a Nimrod, but you ought to have seen me daring him to strip to his Bm. V. D.’s and go swimming In an fey mountain brook.” She knew that they were thinking of becoming shocked, but Juanita Haydock was admiring, at least, She swagwered on: “I'm sure I'm going to ruin Will asa respectable practitioner— Is he 4 good doctor, Dr. Gould?" Kennicott’s rival gasped at this in oult to professional etiics, aud he 4 =, cron mn ) fa | ‘T HURT ANY OF THOSE YouNGSTERS EVERETT TRUE Dip You H#o4R How THs Cane CONG OvT TODAT € X WAS OUT THERGS LAST WEGK LE star "om Has a Wicked Kick | mg Lila That's Different BESIE? WHY, T THOUGHT NOUR CAT'S NAME “TOM DUFF, You AND Your SON COME IN HERE AND SEE WHAT You've BY CONDO | OUR BOARDING HOUSE WACN THEY PLAYED THAT NO-HIT GAMGS. OH, Boy, Battce!! en = see Ore (t * ‘EmUEPrEmeeeee Page /GOING 0 Pegsy looked solemn and, watching her, daddy, remembering how Peggy and motherdear and grandm&ther always looked sad when men told their ~hunting stories, he drew Peasy to him and said, “Don't you like the stories about the guns, Peg o’ My Heart?” Pegry shook her head. EI ah?” said the first policeman, “how do you think pioneer folks would have lived without their guns? Eh? You wouldn't have had any Seattle probably if we | ha how to use guns. Then he went on with story. “Well, our party wasn't headed for Puget Sound. We went to California first and 1 stopped in Placerville, But I wasn’t satis. fied, I wanted to go North, Heard a bit about gold on the Fraser river and I decided that was where I'd go. n't known our | his young fellows got left Califor. sur of a’ litt nia for Canada, “We made it, toof all right enough, and sold our boat and bought little rowboats that we could use on the, river. “Well, sir, the morning that we left Vic ria there were 80 little boats tied onto the little steamer that was starting for the Pinu THAT WAY SOMG : TAKE MY ORDER YovR HANDS BEFO FREEZES tt valle «+ + cdl LAT 496 VICTORIA Eighty, think of it! And nearly every one of ‘em belonging to a man who had sold everything he had to go look for gold. “I had two new pairs of boots, one calfskin and one rubber, and the other things a mman neods for such an adventute, but mighty few of us had any money. “When we landed, I got my things together and went to sleep s0 as to be ready to go to work carly next day. “Now, we had no hotels to go to, no shack, even; if we had a little tent to put up over us we were lucky. So when I went to sleep there were no walls about mo to keep out anything that wanted to come In, ~~ “And while I slept the wolves came meaking out of the timber, Their eyes shone like flames in the dark and their sharp noses went ‘sniff, sniff.’ “And, sniffing and peering, they found my new boots and by the time morning came, they had ude Way with my calfskin boots Vd nothing put the rubber to wear, walked a while and blisters came out on my feet. I couldn't stand it; L took my knife and peel ed off the rubber and then I'd only the canvas left. I couldn't do much that way, so I decided to go to Seattle.” (To Be Continued) ak took an appreciable second before he recovered his social manner, “I'll tell you, Mrs. Kennicott.” He smiled at Kennicott, to. imply that what ever he might say In the stress of being witty was not to count against him in the commercto-medical war fare. “There's same people in town that gay the doc is a fair to mid alin’. diagnostician and prescription | writér, but let me whisper this to you—but for heaven's sake don't tell him “1 said sb—don't you ever than a pendectomy of the left ear or a strabismus of the cardiograph,” No one save Kennicott knew ex actly what this meant, but they | laughed, d Sam Clark's party as. |sumed a glittering lemon-yellow pl or of brocade panels and champagne |and tulle and erystal chandeliers and sporting duchesses, Carol saw that George Edwin Mott and the blanched | Mr, and Mrs. Dawson were not hyp looked as tho they ought to notized, They | wondered whether they go tg him for anything more serious f “ YR “TURN: Ai ELMER SOI CAN GNE TH’ SHOULDERS MY HAWK EYE = WAM= Now 'aT’s WHAT I CALL TH’ CAKES! FITS You LIKE A COAT OF “TAN! Zz - TT MAKE ME LOOK “OO MUCH LIKE THEM STICT- WALKERS N “ FASHION NDS, DOES fr 2 DoEsNT IT"TAKES A era A BRAVE LAD-TO WEAR "THAT SuIT ! ALCAN SEE HIM NOW Wi “THAT RIG AT A SHOW WALKIN’ DOWN “TH AISLE To TH’ STAGE WHEN “TH’ HYPNOTIST ASKS FoR VOLUNTEERS ! "TH PANTS KNEES A MONTH = HELL LOOK LIKE A By RUTH AGNES ABELING Finally I heard Tom's voice at the door of my room, He and Lila were coming in, As he neared the bed I turned my |face toward the wall and closed my eyes. Tears were hot under the} | lids. | 1 felt pitifully little and weak— | |bested! I knew within myself that no matter what had gone before, in| spite of the doubt created by hear. Jing Grace's voice behind the closed | doors of his office, I loved Tom, and |to the exclusion of every other inter: jest. 1 knew that if he asked me I jshould marry him. 1 could not get} jaway from it. I hated myself for what seemed to be a weakness—the weakness of Hioving in spite of reason—and I won- dered as I lay there with my eyes half closed why love should never be reasonable. For, should my feel- ing for Tom be governed by reason, it would have been then what ft had been weeks before when I wrote the (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) letter which so changed my life. “Helga—how are you?” He had taken my hand. When I opened my eyes I saw that we were quite alone in the room. Lila had disappeared, ‘ou've been crying! with sur- prise. “Is there anything I can do, dear?” His kindness hurt. It brought tears and still more tears, And stood helplessly by. I heard him say at re I looked up. He bent over. I could almost feel his breath against my cheek. “Pretty hard, hasn't it been, little girl?’ His hand was stroking my hair, “Yes.” Just audibly. ‘Tom's attitude was one of extreme kindness and the more kind he was the harder I found it to keep the tears back. “It is simply the nervous tension, the fear of the darkness, the coun- concentrated on them. “But I know whom I wouldn't have dared to go to Colorado with! Mr. Dawson there! I'm sure he's a regular heart breaker. When we were introduced he held my hand and squeezed it frightfully.” “Haw! Haw! Haw!” The entire} company applauded, Mr, Dawson was beatified, He had been called many things’—loan shark, skinflint, tightwad, pussyfoot—but he had| never befere beén called a flirte ‘He is wicked, isn’t he, Mrs, Daw. son? Don't you have to lock him up?” “Oh, no, but maybe I better,” at: | tempted Mrs, Dawson, a tint om her | pallid face, - For 15 minutes Carol kept it up, She assé¥ted that she was going to} e & musical comedy, that she erred cafe parfait to beefsteak, t she hoped Dr, Kennicott would never lose his ability to make love to charming avomen, and that she had a pair of gold stockings. They gaped for more. But she could not keep it up. She retired to a chair {behind Sam Clark's bulk, The smile: {wrinkles solemnly flattened out in | the faces of all the other collabora. tors in having a party, and again they stood about hoping but yet ex. pecting to be amused, pbainting-his fence salmon-pink. Carol listened, She discovered t conversation did not.exist in Goph ™ ere brought out the young set, the hunt. ing set, the respectable intellectual set, and the solid financial set, they sat up with galety as pith a corpse. Juanita Haydock talked a good deal in her rattling voice, but it was invariably of persondlities; the ru CHAPTER LXIII—TOM SAYS, “LET US FORGET”, try and the aloneness, isn’t iff Them, _ dear, you must try)to forget.” % And once more J started : “Poor little girl—all I do is make her ery,"@palf humorously, During the silence which followed I gathered my forces and got com- | trot of gmyself. “Helga,” Tom's voice was. vibrant, “don't you think ft is time for you and I to forget all that has. gone before and—" Just there Mrs. Ames swept into “a | the room, “Your time is up! And now Tom, not another word with Helga until — you have told me something about Joh Where is he?" s: The anxiety of her tone made me © want tp forgive her for interrupt but I had so wanted to hear what thought Tom must have intended saying. e } “Mrs. Ames," it was Tom's e, “your husband is safe—physically,’ (To Be Continued) manded Sam. on Miss Ella Stowbody, the spinster daughter of the Ionic bank, scratched her dry palms an@ blushed. “Oh, you don't want tp hear that old thing again.” “Sure we do! You bet!” asgerted es! mor that Raymie Wutherspoon was | Sam. going to send for a pair of patent leather shoes with gray buttoned tops; the rheumatism of Champ Per ry} the state of Guy Pollock's grippe; and the dementia of Jim Howland in Sam Chirk had been talking to Carol about motor cars, but he felt bie duties as host. While he droned, his brows popped up and down, He interrtipted himself, “Must stir ‘em up.” He worried at his wife. “Don't you think I better stir ‘em up?” He shouldered into the center of the oom ang cried: “Lets some stunts, folks.’ “Yes, let's!” shrieked Juanita Hay- dock. “Say, Daye, give us that stunt about the Norwegian. catching, a hen.” “You bet; that's @ slick stunt; do that, Dave!’ cheered Chet Dash: away, te Dave Dyer obliged. All the guests moved their lips in anueipation of peing called on for their own stunts. “Ella, come on" and recite | ‘Old look as tho they disapproved, She Prairico, Even at this affair, which Sweetheart of Mine, for us,” do- 3 “My voice is Mm terrible shape to night.” » “Put! Come on!" Sam loudly explained to Carol, “Ella is our shark at élocuting. She’s had professional training, She stud- ied singing and oratory and dramatic art and shorthand for a year, in Mik watkee.” Miss Stowbody was reciting. As encore to “An Gid Sweetheart of Mine,” she gave a pecullarty op. timistic poem regarding the value of smiles, ‘There were four other stunts: one Jewish, one Irish, one juvenile, and Nat Hicks’ parody of Mark Antony's funeral oration, During the winter Carol was to hear Dave Dyer's hen-catching im- personation seven times, “An Ol Sweetheart of Mine” nine times, the Jewish story and the funéral oration twice; but now she was ardent and, because she did so want to be happy and simple-hearted, she was as-dis- appointed as the others when the stunts were finished, and the party instantly sank back into coma, ~ (Continued Tumorrow)