The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 26, 1921, Page 11

. Geatinuea From Yesterday) Le 1 . was yawning, stretched chair, between the ra- ‘a small kerosene stove, “Will dear, I wonder aZaaryr do, you mustn't let it both re, yout Lord, I should m4 ‘They all keep telling me eo me the swoellest girl they ever [ve just fancied— The probably think I'm fussy pping. I'm afraid I bore | Desbaway and Mr. Howland and tell you how that is I it to speak of it, but since t it up: Chet Dash- bly resents the fact that) this new furniture down in instead of here. I didn't | le raise any objection at the After all, I make my and they naturally ex- pe to spend it here.” ‘Pir. Dashaway will kindly tell ee any civilized person can fur. & foom out. of mortuary he said meckly, “But I un- = Howland and Ludelmeyer— handed ‘em a for the bum stocks they you just meant to jolly rats, what do we care! independent town, not like holes where you have your step al! the time, and Gant crdSssd Stans MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott a BY SINCLAIR LEWIS . Copyright, 1920, Haresurt, Brace & Howe, Inc. SDNESDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1921. simply has to have his celery on , Qrat the man!” Carol hastened out of the shop exulting, “She didn't make fun of me... . Did she? en ae ag gyal gg ense look! ata . = er ing, for the benefit of every on saw—and for the} benefit of the ambushed leering eyes which she did not see. She perceived that Vida Sherwin had told the truth. Whether she entered a store, or swept the back or stood at the bay-window in the living-room, the village peeped at her, Oncetshe had swung along the street triump! t in mak- ing a home. row ake glanced at each house, and felt, when she was safely home, that ahe had won past happy in yellow gray night, her heart checked as she realized that a head covered with @ shawl was thrust up over a snow- Gehere to do what he wants to.” paid it with a flourish, and Carol Seamived that he believed it. breath of fury into a SoesertaPs ESTs RSSAP ERT TS Sas : ij i : : i s ai iff He at | a mr : i I ‘| g 1. s ee Ne ee ee g | i ill it i ath i 4 Fan, i ” said the Some more work for you, Cap’n Pennywinkle to when they had returned ® Fairy Queen's Palace after are plotting big Mr. Whale. One of harm him, he is so big, Cap'n, “fill this bottle, will tipped bush to watch her. She admitted that she was taking peornny qgpalcomaggrens Chay oye ante gape at every one. becam: placid, and thought well of ber y. But next morning she +E ib Bile z Py i i i i ' | ) f é i | i j i ; BE Had it | F i j i i { : ' i t 3 i : i z § F i [ | | | § i i pists Seth wonky £3, you?” Thereupon he blew on his whistle, and 60 Wiggiefin people came hur- rying at once to see what Was wanted, fish.” “Wait here, Cuttie,” nodded the fairyman. “I want you. The rest of you may go home.” So fish stayed ‘round while swam away. Pretty soon Nick returned with a among them Mr. Cuttle “| bottle, It was one that Mr. Grouchy said yes, because the told them in school how Hthem that sharks were then,” said Cap'n Penny. call the cuttlefish and Grumpalong had thrown overboard on an ocean trip one time after he had taken all of his rheumatism pills. It came in handy now, al- tho #o far the little boy hadn't any idea what the fairyman wanted it for, or why it should be useful tn saving Mr. Whale from the sharks. “Now then, ‘Cuttie,” said the Cap'n, “got any nice black ink?” “Lotst’ answered the cuttlefish. “Then,” said the Cap'n, “fill this bottle, will you?” (To Be Continued) TH MAIR Cone OFF my DoS @ pair rubber-footed boots. Liz Z A and a half of lumbermen’ The place she was a poscur. But what she told herself was that att fi i H i i z i i ESZ2EE t a z a a gz 3 | ae*4 F} ih I 8 i . iF b ak | H 3 i : : : Fs i i : ae H Seg rieee* aebdebet &: fi B E3 they glanced apprpisingly at her snowy overshoes, speculating about her legs. Theirs were not young eyes—there was no youth In all the tewn, she agonized. They were botn old, grim and old and spying’ and or 15. Carol had already seen quite enough of Cy Bogart. On her first evening in Gopher Prairie Cy had appeared at the head of a “chari- vari,” banging immensely upon a @iscarded automobile fender, His companions were yelping in tmita- tion of coyotes. Kennicott had felt rather-eomplimented: had gone out and distritvuted a dollar. But Cy was a capitalist in echarivaris. He re turned with an entirely new group, and this time there were three aute mobile fenders and a carnival rattle, ‘When Kennicott again interrupted his shaving, Cy piped, “Naw, you got to give us two dollars,” and he got it. A week later Cy rigged a tle-tac to @ window of the living: room, and the tattoo out of the dark- The Boys Were “TOM, MEET MR. STRONG, HE'S “THE FULLBACK ON THE TEAM~ GLAD TO MEET You, oLoTimerR! FF. Zs aaa. HELto, CanTRAL $ HIS MAKES - THE THIRO TING SVE TRICO To Ger THIS NUMBER $ ‘ ina “Will you read ft to us?” begged David, who had just come tn, “I will tell you parts of it,” grandmother promised him, “some ' of tt is very, very terrible.” “I lke ‘em terrible,” David urged. “This man,” grandmother went on as if she had not heard David, “crossed the plains in 1845. He ‘was one of a family of seven, his eldest brother being 13 years 0. “Ben (the man who wrote the fory) was only {, but his memories are very clear of all the happenings of that tong, trip, “Ben's family left their home in GIV]e MB BLACK S00 TMMinols, expecting to go to old Oregon, but at Fort Hal they met @ man who was sent out from California by Capt. John Sutter to Persunde all the settlers to go to California and to Fort’ Sutter in- stead of going to the Oregon coun- try. “This man had three half-breed sons and they promised to guide the party across the plains ‘to the gouthern part of the west coast, Protect them from bands of wild Indians on the way, and that Capt. Sutter would send 10 Bpantards with provisions who would meet them when they reached the Sierra Nevadas and help them across the mountains. “And when they reached the Sacramento valley every man was to receive six sections of land un- der a Spanish grant.” The children didn’t know what @ “Spanish grant” might be, but ‘they were anxious to hear about T-year-old Ben, so they did not in- terrupt to ask. “One day after they had passed thra the sage brush,” Grand mother continued, “the scouts re turned in alarm to warn the set- tlers that a huge herd of buffalo were coming.” ¢ = (To Be Continued) eceeenencsmmamenccmens © O&O tt ing. Since then, in four months, she had beheld Cy hanging’ a cat, stealing melons, throwing tomatoes at thé Kennicott house, and making aki-tracks across the lawn, and had heatd him explaining the mysteries of generation, with great audibility and dismaying knowledge. He was, tm fact, @ museum specimen of what @ small town, a well-disciplined pub- Me school, a tradition of hearty hu- mor, and a pious mother could pro- duce from the material of a coura- geous afd ingenious mind and get me a bottle.” (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stax) ness frightened Carol into scream Carol was afraid of bim. Var from protesting when he aet his mongrel on a kitten, she worked hard at not seeing him, Tho Kennicott garage was a shed Mttered with paint-cans, tools, a lawn-mower, and ancient wisps of hay. Above it was a loft which Cy Bogart and Earl Haydock, young brother of Harry, used as a den, for smoking, hiding from whippings, and planning secret societios. They climbed to it by a ladder on the Alley side of the shed. ‘This morning of late January, two or three weeks afier Vida's revela- in Training AND THIS IS MR, Buck WHO 1S A TACKLE ON THE TEAM! PAGE 11 WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING woman was saying in the most won- Gerfully modulated voice I bad ever heard. “Miss Howard said she called #0 I expected you.” fascinated with the poise of the I been, that I had not ner of the private of- ly visible thru the open “It ts teyrible to look at!’ she said, hoarsely. “Yes—especially for those who My voice sounded “For those who knew him! the tions, Carol had gone into the stable garage to find a hammer. Snow softened her step. She heard voices in the loft above her: “Ah, gee, lez—oh, lez go down the lake and swipe some mushrats out of somebody's traps,” Cy was yawn- “Gosh, these cigarettes are dan- dy. ‘Member when we were just kids, and used to smoke corn-silk and hayseed?” “Yup. Gosh Spit, Silence. “Say Harl, ma says if you chew tobacco you get consumption.” “Aw yats, your old lady ts @ crank.” “Yuh, that’s so.” Pause, “But she gays she knows a fella that did.” “Aw, gee whiz, didn’t Doo Kennt- cott used to chew tobacco all the time before he married this-here girl from the Cities? He used to spit— Gee! Some shot! He could hit a tree feet off. ‘This was news to the girl from the Cities, “Say, how is she? continued Earl, “Huht" ‘How's: who? A tussle, a thumping of loose boards, silence, weary narration from Cys (Copyright 1931 by Geettie Star) she said, “I am his wife.” Her voice was low, reminiscent, mysterious—weighted with but void of tears. I looked in amazement at the which the circle of light from desk lamp revealed. Lila was —Mras. Philip Ames was beautiful. She was beautiful in a poised, silent 229 i EIE i i kf if They wasted no words, but set tm- mediately at their rather superficial examinations. There was no attempt to make the tragedy anything but one of suicide. The undertaker came. When the “Mrs. Kennicott? Oh, she's all right, I guess.” Relief to Carol, be- low. “She gimme a hunk 0° cake, one time. But Ma says she's stuck: up as hell. Ma's always talking about her, Ma says if Mys. Kenni- cott thought as much about the doc as she does about her clothes, the doc wouldn't look so peaked.” Spit, Silence. “Yuh, Juanita’s always talking ‘about her, too,” from Kart. “She says Mrs. Kennicott thinks she knows {t all. Juanita says she has to laugh till she almost busts every time she sees Mrs. Kennicott peer. . CHAPTER LXXI—I MEET PHILIP AMES’ WIDOW “Miss -Gorensen, tm't ff" the|woman repeated after me. And then question il i : i [ if i $ £ : A if ef i k i | i | g : rFbs fe ading along the street with that/the glad ‘take @ look—I’m a swell skirt’ way she's got. But gosh, I don't pay no attention to Juanita, She's meaner ‘nm a crab.” “Ma was telling somebody that she heard that Mrs. Kennicott claimed she made forty dollars a week when she was on some job in the Citibs, and Ma says she knows posolutely that she never made but eighteen & week-Ma gays that when -she's lived here a while she won't go round making tool of her. self, pulling that bighead stuff on folks that know a whole lot more than she does. They're all laughing up their sleeves at her.” “Bay, Jever notice how Mra, Ken! kek squint at ‘om when they were out on the line with the wash. some ankle’s she's got, heh?” Then Carol fled. ‘ In her thnocence she had not known that the whole town could discuss even her garments, her body. She felt that she was being dragged naked town Main Street. The moment it was dusk she pulled down the window-shades, all the shades, flush with the sill, but beyond them she felt moist fleering ‘7 (Wentinved, Tomorrow) 2