The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 22, 1921, Page 9

RDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1921. THE SEATTLE STAR PAGE 11 J : DOINGS OF THE DUFFS A Red-Hot Application BY ALLMAN ¢] MAIN STREET | : = q rf HELEN, "VE GoT AN WELL, YOU GET BEFORE YoU GET ME IN| NOW HURRY UP THEY TELL ABOUT MELTING UP ag. Ge AWFUL COLD ON MY | RIGHT IN BED WAT BED | JUST WANT | I'VE GOT THis JRON “TO MAKE STEEL, BELIEVE GO TELL YouR. , The Sto H CHEST AND MY PIPES| AND I'LL MAKE TO “TELL YOU THAT My | PLASTER ALL READY "M GOING TO HAVE MORE MOTHER "TO CALL THE. e Story of Carol Kennicott FOR You - 1S. 14 GOF > ok MV HAVE ALL GONE You A MUSTARD || | LIFE INSURANCE 1S NOT “ REGARD FOR STEEL FROM Now FIRE DEPARTMENT: BY SINCLAIR LEWIS KAFLOOIE = | FEEL LIKE | PLASTER ! ‘ON- THIS ‘THING WILL EITHER " Buses Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace &@ Hows, 1 CRIPPLE CREEK! CURE ME OR MAKE A CINDER. uP! ne NOPSIS OF OPENING INSTALLMENTS © each determined that’ dear. from u e the dex tae coording ED, hoe a youn. get gt Sa, ws ole Ae ptemetiney er of the town. In Pollock / From Yesterday) that in the aw reached the calmness of whether her guests liked ‘or not, and a state of satis. in regard to Bea's | tm serving, before Kenni- from the bay window in room, “Here comes some- a Mra, Luke Daw- in, quarter to eight. fm ashy avalanche arrived the . eracy of Gopher Prairie: ing quiet her voice | had carried across the room. Nat Hicks, Ella Stowbody, and Dave! Dyer were abstracted, fingers and lips silently moving. She knew with & cold certainty that Dave waa re- hearsing his "stunt" about the Nor wegian catching the hen, Ella run- ning over the first lines of “An Old Sweetheart of Mine,” and at thifik- | ing of his popular parody on Mark) Antony's oration. “But I will not have anybody use lngee FF Sisk Ertiii é ‘engaged in a profession, | the word ‘stunt’ in my house,” she more than twenty-five | Whispered to Mixa Sherwin. “That's good. I tell you: why not have Raymond Wutherspoon sing?” “Raymie? Why, my dear, he's the most sentimental yearner in town! “See here, child! Your opinions on house decorating are sound, but your opiniong of people are rotten! | Raymie does wag his tail, But the} poor dear— Longing for what he the | calls ‘self-expression’ and no train- But | ng in anything except selling shoes. . gpirits siackened ahé be | But he can sing. And some day 1 fea form in dress parade, in gets away from Harry Hay-| sheep. The wolves go out into the| EVERETT TRUE am = , aitent, uneasy circle clear and ridicule, he'll/hall, The shepherds scatter the Mra C. living room. She felt that . see spr aye Dm he a } magically whisked back the ts, a wolves craw} oe | purr at tam Carts. in from the ball and in the darkness | CAN YOU SWIM $ emping T got to tft them, like so| F#™med the planners of “stunts,” they try to get the shoes away from re ‘of tron? I don’t know | “We all want you to sing, Mr. Wuth-| the shepherds—who are permitted to her take them happy, but * You're the only famous|do anything except bite and use ‘them hectic.” actor I'm going to let appear on the| blackjacks, The wolves chuck the . You flame tm the darkling cir- it" captured shoes out into the hall. . Pen ‘Whirled around, drew them| While Raymie blushed and admit-|No one excused! Come on! Shoes at 1 ‘pile, and sang, “I want ted, “Oh, they don't want to hear! off!" om ae ‘to be noisy and undigni- Every one looked at every one else evencen pent pimeagreng Rel and waited for every one else to be- dete L want gin. fl 3 more on toes Carol kicked off her elippers, and 4b . For me, ignored the universal glance at her ee gid -f arches, The embarrassed but loyal — ge Sams a Deer’ om Vida Sherwin unbuttoned her high! mel to black shoes. Ezra Stowbody oe record pheno “Well, you're a terror to old . | ares | fron gptomt nd seg You're like the gals I used to go! pep the @f the floor, loose-jointed, horseback-riding with, back in the) re Fusty-headed, ot sixties. Ain't much accustomed to i - | attending parties barefoot, bug here |’ bs ig i Hf e ! g | | te i} Hl HH E E I j ! i rf Stee : i : : i ; & & i g re if H id ell il foe i s c | eried Nancy, pointing which was swimming y: “Vhere goes the Fairy A gan Nick, we'll have iknow, scarcely believing He had seen all sorts of Mb all sorts of things in them, one with fins outside. gnomes,” said Nancy. Stow that we have discovered wa and they have given the sical ones—so it can, B87 trom us, If we hurry, eAtch 11.” tthe hurrying sack went the M their magica] Green Shoes, Just as g00d for swim- &% magical fins any day. something still stranger bag began to swell children were sure it! BE to burst, and the more it aie Mearer it got to the top ts going to happen?” |wings) and away ja sack at all, Nancy. Bs G in a8 if : : it i ; : 28 i i i! j-af iH ae? if i Fi gasped Nancy. “Where's it going now?” By thie time the queer-looking sack was quite on top of the water 80 up popped the heads of the Twins yright after it Overhead, sea-gulis {th were circling about happily, white clouds.were loafing comfortably in the blue sky, and jolly old Mr. Sun ‘was laughing down at them. Not far away two porpoises were turn- ing somersaults in the water and blowing as loud as two steam whis- tes. But the next thing that happened was strangest of all, The sack lifted |iteelf completely out of the water by ita fins (which now looked more like it flew thru the air. “Goodness,” cried Nick. “It tan't It's got eyes,” Just then one of the gulls called down, “Why, hello there, Blowy Bal- ! Out for-an airing?’ (To Be Continued) astonished, “Ouch! Quit! You're scalping mef* Mrs, Luke Dawson galloped back- ward on stiff hands and knees into the safety of the lighted hallway, moaning, “I declare, I nev’ was so upset in my Lfel But the pro. priety was shaken out of her, and she delightedly continued to ejacu- late “Nev’ in my life” as she sa’ Gopher Prairie, Whether by shock, disgust, joy of combat, or physical activity, all the party were freed from their years George Edwin Mott giggled: Dawson twisted his heard; Mra. Clark insisted, “I did, too, Sam—I got a shoe—I never knew I could fight so terribler’ Carol was certain that she was a goed reformer, She mercifully had combs, mir. rors, brushes, needle and thread ready. She permitted them to re store the divine decency of buttons. The grinning Ben bréught down- stairs a pile of soft thick sheets of paper with designs of lotos bios. soms, dragons, apes, in cobalt and crimson and gray, and patterns of purple birds flying among sea green trees in the valleys of Nowhere. “These,” Carol announced, “are real Chinese masquerade costumes. I got them from an importing shop in Minnéapolis. You are to put them on over your clothes, and please for- get that you are Minnesotans, and turn into Mandarins and coolies and ~-and samurai (isn’t it?f, and. any- thing else you can think of. While they were shyly rustling © paper costumes she disappeared. Ten minutes later she gazed down from the stairs upon grotesquely ruddy Yankee heads above Oriental robes, and .cried to them, “The Princess Winky Poo salutes her court!” As they loaked up she caught their suspense of admiration. They saw an aify figure in trousers and coat of green brocade edged with| gold; a high gold collar under a proud chin; black halr pierced with jade fing: a languid peacock fan in an outstretched hand; eyes uplifted to a vision of pagoda towers, When she dropped her pose and smiled down she discovered Kennicott apo. Come ACONG, They had scen the wild ducks which live Ike ordinary farm- yard fowls in the chicken yard of the first policeman. They had seen the old, old cance dugout, made of the trunk of a great fir tree, which used to carry the first policeman on all his hunting trips, and which now holds water for the pleasure of the wild ducks. ‘They had gathered all the great red apples they could carry and then they sat down on the porch to rest. The first policeman got down his gun and handled it lovingly as if it were a pet like his dogs and his ducks, It set David to thinking, seeing him with the gun across his knees. “Did you ever shoot a bear?” he asked with a sort of awe in his voice. Again ‘chuckle. bearf’ “My boy, I recall one day when I went out to Bitter lake, where I kept that canoe, when I shot the biggest bear I ever saw. that lowthroated “Did I ever shoot a faces. save the hunger of the two men. She shook off the spell and ran down. “We're going to have a real Chinese concert, Messrs. Pollock, Kennicott, and, well, Stowbody are drummers; the rest of us sing and play the fife.” The fifes were combs with tissue plectic with domestic pride—and gray Guy Pollock staring beseechingly, For a second she saw nothing In paper; the drums were tabourets and the sewing table. Loren Wheeler, editor of the Dauntless, led the t, 1921, by Seattle Star) | all the pink and brown mass of their orchestra, with a fuler and a to 4 THE POLICEMAN AND THE BEAR “Fred Darrow was with me and the woods seemed to be full of bears. We were in a sort of tangle of fallen logs, bushes and low underbrush when we spied him, and as both of us saw him, both of us took a shot at him. “"Phew, he's a big fellow’ I said, running up to where he lay, for I was sure it was my shot which had finished him. WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNE§ ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Geattio Star) CHAPTER LXVII—I DESTROY MY “MILE-POST” I thought for a moment, as J|ing as I uttered them how foolishly | couldn't answer her watched the expression on the face jot John Ames, that his memory was about to come back. But in an instant the flash was gone and he looked dully at the floor. “Come, dear! Mrs. Ames drew her husband to his feet and, like an obedient child, he walked along be- | side her. I couldn't help thinking, as they walked out, of how much John Ames | would have given for that “dear” on a certain night when he had wanted to talk to Lilaand she impatiently closed her door on him, Probably that kindness then would have prevented this sufféring now, But it ts characteristic of us hu- “Fred stood where he was, but I went right up beside the dead bear, and I called back, ‘Fred, Just look at this felléw; he’s the biggest ohe I ever saw.’ “I had hardly got the words out of my mouth when up jumped that bear and stood right over me with his big paw lifted high over my head. “If I thought he looked big on the ground, you can imagine how he looked to me standing right over me, not making a sound, but with his teeth grinding and bis great paw ready to strike! “It didn’t take me long to de- cide what to do. I put the mus tle of my rifle to his sharp nose and fired. “And I want to tell you that that’s just an close as I want to be to a big wounded bear,” Ladale “ad tafly inaccurate sense of rhythm, The music was a reminiscence of tom-toms heard at circus fortune- telling tents or at the Minnesota State Fair, but the whole company pounded and puffed and whined in a sing-song, and looked rapturous, Before they were quite tired of the concert Carol led them in a dancing procession to the dining-room, to blue bowls of chow metn, with mans to think of things after it is too late, “Terrible—tan't I said, realiz- of any Chinese dish except chop sooey. With, agreeable doubt they ventured thru the bamboo shoots into the golden fried noodles of the chow mein; and Dave Dyer did a not very humorous Chinese dance with Nat Hicks: and there was hubbub and contentment. Carol relaxed, and found that she was shockingly tired. She had car- ried them on her thin shoulders. She could not keep it up, She longed for her father, that artist at creating hysterical ies. She thought of smoking bg 9 to shock them, and dismissed the ob- scene thought before it was quite formed, She wondered whether they could for five minutes be coaxed to talk about something beside the winter top of Knute Stamquist's Ford, and what Al Tingley had said about his mother- aw She sighed, “Oh, let ‘em alone. I've done enough.” She crossed her trous- ered legs, and snuggled luxuriously above her saucer of ginger; sho caught Pollock's congratulatory still smile, and thought well of herself for having thrown @ rose light on the pallid lawyer; repented the heretical supposition that any male save ber husband existed; jumped up to find Kennicott and whisper, superfluous the words were. Tom didn’t answer for a long time. Finally: “Yes, it is terrible, and I wonder how it is all going to work out, But what about yourself? Are you urea?” It was gratifying to know that he at least. thought of me sometimes. “I am tired,” I said, feeling sud- denly dizzy and weak. “You had probably better go up to your room and rest. I'll drop in in soon.” me He was leaving, but just then Grace appeared in the doorway. “Pardon—tI didn’t know you were here.” There was nothing her voice which should have troubled me, but her smile was almost too happy and it lingered on Tom's face. Pollock and talked of Chinese re- Ngions—not that she knew anything whatever about, Chinese religions, but he had read a book on the sub Ject as, on lonely evenings in his office, he had read at least one book on every subject in the world. Guy's thin maturity was changing in her vision to flushed youth and they were roaming an island in the yellow sea of chatter when she realized that the guests were beginning that cough which indicated, in the unt versal instinctive language, that they desired to go home and go to bed. While they asserted that it had been “the nicest party they'd ever seen—my! so clever and original,” sbe emiled tremendously, shook hands, and cri many suitable things regarding children, and being sure to wrap up warmly, and Ray- mie’s singing and Juanita Hay- dock's prowess at games, Then she turned wearily to Kennicott in a house filled with quiet and crumbs and shreads of Chinese costumes. He was gurgling, “I tell you, Car- rie, you certainly are a wonder, and guess you're right about waking folks up. Now you've showed ‘em how, they won't go on having the “Happy, my lord? . . No, it didn't cost much!" “Best party this town ever saw, Only-—— Don't cross your legs in same old kind of parties and stunts and everything. Here! Don't touch a thing! Done enough. Pop up to bed, and I'll clean up.” Lichee nuts and ginger preserved} that costume. Shows your knees} His wise stirgeon’s-hands stroked in syrup. too plain.” her shoulder, and her irritation at ! i i i seen her face since I that afternoon in “How is Mr. asking. i alll concern in Tom's voice. But, had I” answered, my would have broken—#o I rushed on up the stairs into my own room and there cried the thing out, Alone in my room that afternoon I decided that I should never see Tom Bradford’ again. My little “mile- post” I tore up and as I dropped it into the waste basket I felt as if I i was destroying my own heart. (To Be Continued) None of them gave that city-} She was vexed. She resented his) his . clumsiness was lost in hie rounder Harry Haydock had heard| clumsiness. She returned to Guy/| strength. v. From the Weekly Dauntless: “One of the most delightful social vents of recent months was held ‘Wednesday evening in the house- warming of Dr, and Mrs. Kennicott, who have cofhpletely redecorated their charming home on Poplar street, and is now extremely nifty in médern color scheme. The doc- tor and his bride were at home to their numerous friends and a num. ber-of novelties in diversions were held, including a Chinese orchestra in original and genuine Oriental cos- tumes, of which Ye Editor was leader. Dainty refreshments were served in true Oriental style,.and one and all voted a delightful time.” 5 VI. ‘The week after, the Chet Dash- aways gave a party. The circle of fnourners kept its place all evening, and Dave Dyer did the “stunt” of the Norwegian and the hen. (Continued Monday) JNO. E. O'BRIEN Maker ‘et oan Oe peg Suit or Overcoat TO ORDER, Forty Dollars Cutting and Fitting Done by 3NO. K O'BRIEN , Absolute Satisfaction