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TRSDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1921. PAGE 12 BY ALLMAN WELL, LAST EVENING SHE WAS FEELING SO BAD! HAD TOGO To AMOVIE ALONE! Seececcecccocccccoece e MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott ‘TOM, AFTER You've FINISHED DINNER You'D BETTER Go OVER AND SEE HOW WILBUR'S WIFE. 1S TONIGHT SHE'S BEEN ap rrege eterna | OH, HELLO “10M ~ WHY SHE ISN'T FEELING VERY WELL” is IT ANY THING, SERIOUS ? HELLO, WILBUR- HOW |S DORIS TIS EVENING? BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. lee Deautitying the usly towns the St. Paul library DR WILL KENNT of Prairie an BEA SORENSON, the daughter of street. To her It seome ilvely amd Interesting Garoi_meets the smart set of ( She ts bored by their dull comversation and by thelr party “stunts,” SAM CLARK, hardware dealer, Prairie (Continued Yesterday) 1D From the Gopher Weekly Daunt- “One of the most charming affairs of the season was held Tuesday evening at the handsome new resi- dence of Sam and Mrs. Clark, when many of our most prominent citi gathered to gwet the lovely new bride of our popular local physician, Dr. Will Kennicott. All present of the many charms of the formerly Miss Carol Milford of St. Paul. Games and stunts were the order of the day, with merry talk and conversation, At a late hour dainty refreshments were served, and the party broke up with many expreations of pleasure at the pleas ant affair. Among those present were Mesdames Kennicott, Elder— eee “Dr. Will Kennicott, for the past several years one of our most popu lar and skilful physicians and sur. geehs, gave the town a delightful surprise when he returned from an extended honeymoon tour in Colo- Fado this week with bis charming bride, Miss Carol Milford of St. Paul, whose family are socially prominent in Minfeapolis and Man- kato. Mra. Kennicott ts a lady of manifold charms, not only of strik- ing charm of appearance but is also: . hed graduate of a school 4m the ast, and has for the past year been prominently connected important position of responsi- the St. Paul Public Li- which city Dr. “Will” had age eat 5 5 52! eit il f ag FE 5 Bes li : i ij f r i $ i gee, Hi i é d tt fidants of all when hing to talk about— cotton voile floor ofl. ith that skip-jack DaVe Dyer, the Gruggist, she conducted a long mock- quarrel. She pretended that he cheated her in the price of maga- ADVENTURES - FOLLOWING T 5 , & iLL Pi g = ( (/ wre a Ss She le determined tha f the Northwest, fe or mission in lite ‘Weoures a position ih ® phystetan Mnicott takes ified at the wediah farmer, er zines and candy; he pretended ‘she | was a detective from the Twin} Cities. He hid behind the preserip | | tion counter, and when she ped | j her foot he came out wailing, “Hon: | | est, I haven't done nothing crgoked | today—not yet.” | She never recalled her first im. pression of Main Street; never had! precisely the eame dexpair at its) }ugliness. By the end of two shop-| | ping tours everything had changed | | proportions. As she never entered it, the Minniemashic House ceased | to exist for her. Clark's Hardware | | Store, Dyer’s Drug Store, the gro- joertes of Ole Jenson and Frede: | Ludelmeyer and Howland & Gould, ; the meat markets, the notions shop hey expanded, and hid all other structures, When she entered Mr. Ladelmeyer's store and he wheesed, “Goot mornin,’ Mrs. Kennicott. Ve! dis ins a fine day,” she did not no. tice the dustiness of the shelves nor the stupidity of the girl clerk; and | she did not remember the mute col | loquy with him on her first view of| | Main Street. . She could not find half the kinds) of food shg wanted, but that made} shopping more of an adventure, When she did contrive to get sweet- breads at Dah! & Oleson's Meat Mar- ket the triumph was so vast that she buzzed with excitement and ad- | mired the strong, wise butcher, Mr Dahl. She appreciated the homely ease) of village life. She fiked the old men, farmers, G. A. R. veterans, who, When they goasiped, sometimes squatted on their heels on the side walk, like resting Indians, and re flectively spat over the curb. She found beauty in the children, | She had suspected that her mar- ried friends exaggerated their pas- sion for children. But in her work in the brary, children had become individuals to her, citizens of the State with their own rights and their own senses Of humor. In the library she had not had much time to give them, but now she knew the luxury of stopping, gravely asking Beasie Clark whether her doll had yet re covered from its rheumatism, and agreeing with Oscar Martinsen that | it would be Good Fun te go trap- I do want one, No! Not yet! There’ Tiny— 80 much to do. the job. It's on the porch, bawling in motors, or to neigh- Were raking the leaves. @ust became golden in the low etreet was filled with the But she hazily wanted some one to whom she could say what she | thought. | On @ slow afternoon when she | fidgeted over sewing and wished that | | the telephone Would ‘ring, Bea an- | nounced Miss Vida Sherwin. | Despite Vida Sherwin’s lively blue leyes, if you had looked at her in | detail you would ha found her | face slightly lined, and not so much | sallow as with the bloom rubbed off; RAINBOW |know—this gossipy you would have found her chest flat, and her fingers rough from | needle and chalk and penholder; her | blouses and plain cloth skirts undies tinguished; and her hat worn too far back, betraying a dry forehead. But you never did look at Vida Sherwin in detail, You couldn't. Her electric activity veiled her, She was as en- ergetic as a chipmunk. Her fingers fluttered: her sympathy came tn) spurts; she sat on the edge of « chair in eagerness to be near her auditor, to send her enthusiasms and optimism across. | She rushed into the room pouring | out; “I'm afraid you'll think the) teachers have been shabby in not) coming near you, but we wanted to give you a chance to get settled. I am Vida Sherwin, and I try to teach French and English and a few other | things in the high school.” / “I've been hoping to know the teachers, You see, I was a Hibra-| rian—" 4 “Oh, you needn't tell me. I know all about you! Awful how much I} village, We) need you so mich here. It's a dear, loyal town (and isn't loyalty the! finest thing in the world? but it’s! & rough diamond, and we need you) and finished her compliment with « @nile “If Leould belp you in any way— Would I be committing the unpar- donable ain if I whispered that I eer eanet! Dreadfully! Tho I'm probably the only person) in town to whom you could safely; say that. (Except. perhaps, Guy Pol | lock the lawyer—have you met him?) But I don't care so much) about the ugliness. That wifi change. | It's the spirit that gives hope. It's sound. Wholesome. But afraid. Tt needs live creatures like you to awaken it. I shall slavedrive your” “Splendid. What shall | do? I've been wondering if it wou! be pos: sible to have a good architect come here to lecture.” “Yees, but ing—ini gentle) don’t you think it would be better to work with existing agencies? Perhaps it will sound slow to you, but I was thinking— It would be lovely if we could get you to teach Sunday School.” Carol had the empty expression of one who dinds that she has been af-| fectionately bowing to a complete stranger, “Oh, yes. But I’m afraid I wouldn't be much good at that. My religion is so foggy.” “1 know. So is mine. I don't care} a bit for dogma, Tho I do stick| firmly to the belief in the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man and the leadership of Jesus. As you do, of course.” Carol looked respectable thought about having tea. “And that’s all you need teach In Sunday School. It's the personal) influence. Then there’s the library board. You'd be so useful on that. And of course there's our women's study club—the Thanatopsis Club.” “Are they doing anything? Or do they read papers made out of the Encyclopedia” Miss Sherwin shrugged. “Perhaps. But still, they are so earnest. They will respond to your fresher interest. And the Thanatopsis does a good s0- cial work—they*ve made the city | plant ever so many trees, and they run the rest room for farmers’ wives. And they do take such an interest tn refinement and culture. So—in fact, so very unique.” Carol was disappointed—by noth- ing very tangible, She said politely, “I'll think them all over. I must and WERE! You Boys LEAVE TAGALONG 6O NOW You KNOW BEPORS Woe START, LISTEN; I'M PAYING You ToreT MS THERE ON TIMG. NT THE TAMMIK ¢ Both daddy and David were Ustening eagerly to the story the first policeman was telling them about arresting the two young sailor boys in 1866. Daddy laughed. Then he said, “So it looked like an economic waste to you, did it, to kéep the boys tn prison?” “Yes,” mid the first policeman, “Tt did. What good would it do? I'd charged them $35 fine for causing « disturbance, and they didn’t have a_cent, so how could they pay it? And there was their ship in the harbor lable to-go off and leave them; and there I was carrying their meals to them three times a day, the city paying OF GASOLINE IN “So the next morning I fixed up the tray with their breakfast and carried it down the street to the jafl, and when I went in I set it down and talked sort of friendly fashion to the boys awhile, “Then I said, ‘Well, I won't burry you boys, you take your time eating and I'll just take a turn around the block.’ a “Well, sir,” the first policeman continued, with a soft chuckle deep down in his throat, “I walk- ed for quite a while before I got back to the Jail, and when I got there I found that I had clean forgotten to lock the door on my prisoners. SHE'S LYING DOWN RIGHT NOW Tt TO TELL Your SWALL WAVE BY BLOSSER WATS TH’ WOMAN OF (T-— TELL EVERYTHING YA KNOW !! OUR BOARDING HOUSE 7 . —— DID YOU EVER HEARTH STORY ‘BOUT “W’ WOMAN AN’ KID WA “M' KID WAS STANDIN' IN AN OPEN WINDOW WHEN "TH' CAR TOOK A AN ZAM! OUT WENT TH KID “ROUGH "’ WINDOW= Y'KNOW HOW EXCITED A WOMAN GETS 2= UP SHE JUMPS AN’ GRABS “TH’ BELL ROPE LIKE THIS — SHARP TURN STREET CAR, MACK 2 A SEAT LOOKIN’ our J- DING! DING! DING! — DING! DING! ‘We were coming in sighs of the sanitarium when Tom spoke. “You are prepared, I hope, for Mt. Ames n@ recognizing you?’ he said. “Yes,” Lila's voice “was tense. A physician was standing in the hall as we entered. Tom talked to jhim a few minutes, then be hurried j away. ‘When he came back he told us that we might go up and see him. We walked up two flights of stairs and folfowed the physician to a cor- ner room, It was light and airy and fragrant with the scent of summer blossoms, The man sitting at the window did not look up as we entered. “John?” Lila had halted suddenly a few feet from him. He turned. Stared at his wife. ‘There was not the flicker of recog: nition in his gaze. He arose and with careful dignity bowed slightly. | aa? ~~ TH JOKE? UGH - LEGGO MY TIE! SAY- UG - GUG + GAG OF CLNDE'S 1S RUBBING OL’ COFFEE GROUNDS: INH’ WASH So HES AS FUNNY AS A POCKET Cie JACOBS, WE HOUSE HUMORIST, ADDS MACK TO HiS “TIE JOKE’ NI “ (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) By RUTH AGNES ABELJING - WHEN A WOMAN TELLS CHAPTER LXVI—JOHN AMES DOESN'T KNOW LILA the distance whicn separated them his steady gaze secking the and grasped the hand which hung/toward the skyline. listlesaty at his side. Her beautiful face still lovelier under the stress of emotion, her eyes sought his and for a full minute held them in their queer green-yellow charm. Then John Ames’ hand dropped. Her gaze relaxed and he tiirned with a pitifully listless movement to the window out of which he had been looking. Lila sobbed. a “Oh—dear God—" she turned to the window. Her words ended in a moan. P Silently we stood there, Tom and I, and watched the sun play on Lila’s wonderful golden ‘head while she fought a losing battle with her emo- tits. The man in the chair at the other window was undisturbed by his wife's “Did you say you wanted to him with you? It was the phy jwho finally broke the silence. “Yes—I think we might start right now,” Tom said. As Tom spoke he advanced |Mr. Ames and held put his Ames took it mechanically and at Tom. “Shall we go for a then go home?" Tom And the man who had been Joka” Ames simply nodded. Lila had turned and was looki at him. As thesfact of her husbag mental lapse bore in on jeans gradually to be quieting self. |a strange sort of wonderment, as perhaps, she sensed that their ations were now reversed. a oot her she = She looked at her hu: in sae anguish, He leaned over a trifle to| It was Mr. Ames who was indi watch a bird pinioning a worm on ‘pasha tragically indifferent, With a little cry Lila rushed acrossthe stone hedge, and then sat back, (To, Be Continued) body talk something besides crops. Let's make Gopher Prairie rock to| its foundations: let's have afternoon tea instead of afternoon coffee.” The delighted Bea helped her bring out the ancestral folding sewing-ta ble, whose yellow and black top was was low. “It was very good of you to want me,” he said, and he offered DANDERINE no humorous remarks, and =e ask her if she didn't think Prairie was thé “livest little burg in the state.” é. She fancied that his even ness might reveal a thousand of lavender and blue and silvers — scarred with dotted lines from a dressmaker’s tracing wheel, and to set it with an embroidered lunch cloth, and the mauve-glazed Japan- ese tea-set which she had brought from St. Paul. Miss Sherwin con- fided her latest scheme—moral mo- have a while to look around first.” Miss Sherwin darted to her, amoothed her hair, peered at her. “Oh, my dear, don't you suppose I know? These first tender days of marriage—they’re sacred to me. Home, and children that need you, “I looked out over the bay and saw no sign of them, then I looked up and down the street, and way up over the hill, I could see two heads bobbing, and I turn- At supper he hinted his love for Sir Thomas Browne, Thoreau, Ag — Stops Hair Coming Out; mes Repplier, Arthur Symons Thickens, Beautifies, | ciwude Washburn, Charles Flap rau, He presented his idols ae fidently, but he expanded in bookishness, in Miss Sherwin's vol for their board and ¢#hey making me a lot of trouble, so I went to “That's the rainbow, there! It's running away!” * “The first thing to do, children,” nights, all about the ocean and ocean said Cap'n Pennywinkle to the Twins people, and it was full of queer the mayor about it. “‘Charlie,’ 1 said, ‘what's the une of keeping those boys locked ‘as he folded up the Fairy Queen’s Chings, too. Jetter,*“is to find the rainbow. When “you discover whege the end of it is, jook there for the bag of gold that the gnomes have hidden.” ‘With that he turned Curly’s head (itis sea-horse steed, you know— Beck to the place by the seaweed grove where he watched the traffic. Nancy and Nick looked after him _ thoughtfully, One would have ought that he was telling them find the corner grocery to that they were discour- bit of it, only # was one ing that was queer about the the Wigglefins. Everything . Nick had @ i or Suddenly something very bright glided by, tomething long and grace- ful and striped with the most beau |tiful_colors, Nancy grabbed Nick's jarm. “Look! she cried. “There it is now. That's the rainbow, there! It's |running away. Let's follow it.” Nick agreed, so off they started in their magic Green Shoes. But what, my dears, do you think ‘happened? The long, beautiful, grace- ful object stopped suddenly and turn- ed around, and for the first time the children noticed that it had two bright eyes. Then it spoke, “For | goodness sake, what are you two lereatures taggig after me for?” it snapped, most unmannerly. “Are—aren't you the rainbew?" faltered Nancy. “Rainbow! it snapped. “What's that? I'm Mr, Ribbon-Fish.” (Tr Continued) and depend on you’to keep them alive, and turn to you with their wrinkly little smiles. And hearth and" She hid her from Carol as she made an activity of patting the cushion of her chair, but she went on with her former briskness: “I mean, you must help us when you're ready... . I'm afraid you'll think I'm conservative. I am So much to conserve. All this treas- ure of American ideals, Sturdiness and democracy and opportunity. Maybe not at Palm Beach. But, thank heaven, we're free from such social distinctions in Gopher Prairie. I have only one good quality—over- whelming belief in the braing and hearts of our nation, our state, our town. It’s so strong that sometimes 1 do have a tiny eft on the haughty ten-thousandair: ‘em Pp and the face up? They aren’t bad boys; don’t seem sensible to me.’ “Charlie sort of grinned and sald, prisoners, ‘They're your ed around and looked the other way. “I couldn't help it, could I, if the sailors broke jail? They weren't bad boys, anyway.” idenls—yes, in themselves. But 1{ get into @ rut of teaohing. I need young critical things Uke you to punch me up. Tell me, what are you reading?” “I've been reading ‘The Dainna- tion of Theron Ware.’ Do you know it?” “Yes, It was clever, But hard, Man-wanted to tear down, not build up. Cynical, Oh; I do hope I’m not} I shake|a sentimentalist. But I can't see any make ‘em believe in We ip this bigh-art atutt that docai!’t agree, It's @ relief to have some- slender, still, dofprentia). jis voice encourage us day laborers to plod on.” Ensued a 15-minute argument about the oldest topic in the world: It's art, but is it pretty? Carol tried to be eloquent regarding hon- esty of observation. Miss Sherwin stood out for sweetness and a cau- tious use of the uncomfortable prop- erties of light. At the end Carol eried: “I don’t care how much we dis tion pictures for country districts, with light from a portable dynamo | hitched to a Ford engine. twice called to fill the hot-water pitcher and to make cinnamon toast, When Kennicott came home at five he tried to be courtly, as befits the husband of one who has after- noon tea. Carol suggested that Miss Sherwin stay for supper, and that Kennicott invite Guy Pollock, the much-praised lawyer, the poetic bachelor. \Yes, Pollock coula come. Yes, he was over the grippe which had pre- vented his going to Sam Clark's party. | Carol regretted her impulse, The man would be an opinionated poll tician, heavily jocular about The | Bride, But at the entrance of Guy Pollock she discovered a personality. Bea was | 35 cents buys a bottle of “Dander- ine” at any drug store, After one application you can not find a pdr- Pollock was a man of perhaps 88, vigor, brightness, more color and abundance, uminous praise, in Kennicott’s tol erance of any one whé amused hii — wife. Carol wondered why Guy Polloo} went on digging at routine cases; why he remained in Prairi could ask. Neither Kennicott nor Vida Sherwin would understand that there might be reasons why a Poh — lock should not remain in Gopher — Prairie. tery. rather literary, She already had @ Group. It would be only a while now. before she provided the town with faniights and a knowledge of Gals worthy, She was doing things! Ae she served the emergency dessert o! _ cocoanut and she ticle of dandruff or a falling hair.|cried to Pollock, “Don't you Besides, every hair shows new life,|we ought to get up a ramet club?" She had no one whom shi She enjoyed the faint She felt triumphant and sliced oranges,

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