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: F ‘ 4 ] : i | a Ba are THURSDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1921. The Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. eevcccccccced (Continued From Yesterday) mt ghe remembered, and tried to and remembered more sharp ty the vulgar detail of her husband's paving observed the ancient customs af the land by chewing tobacco, She have preferred a prettier vice ling or a mistress, For these g@e might have found a luxury of ess. She could not remem- der any fascinating wicked goro of who chewed tobaceo. She as that it proved him to be a gan of the bold free West. She tried to align him with the hairy. qhested heroes of the motion-pic- qores. She curled on the couch, a softness in the twilight, and herself, and lost the battle, we did not identify him with) riding the buttes; it merely | ound bim to Gopher Prairie—to Nat} Hicks the tailor and Bert Tybee gave it up for me. Oh, does it matter! We're all filthy gome things. I think of myself as ge superior, but I do cat and digest, J do wash my dirty paws and gratch. I'm not a cool slim goddess fen acolumn. There aren't any! He/ we it up for me, He stands by me, that every one loves mp. He's the Rock of Ages—in a storm | of meanness that’s driving me mad. , «+ St will drive me mad.” AN evening she sang Scotch bal) thds to Kennicott, and when she no teed that he was chewing an un- Dghted ‘cigar she smiled maternally at his secret. She could not escape asking (in the exact words and menta) intona- tions which a thousand million wom. | @, dairy wenches and mischief-mak- fag queens, had used before her, and which @ million million women will! Anew hereafter), “What it all a hor. fidle mistake, my marrying him?" he quieted the doubt—without | saswering it. ie Iv _ Kennicott had taken her north to. Lacqui-Meurt, in the Big Woods. It ‘was the entrance to a Chippewa In- { reservation, a sandy settlement Norway pines on the shore '@ a huge snow-glaring lake. She her first sight of his mother, ex- the glimpse at the wedding. Kennjoott had a hushed and ing which dignified her jobed cottage with ‘worn hard cushions in heavy She had never lost the yp child's miraculous power of won- er, She asked questions about books and cities. She murmured: is @ dear hard-working boy Inclined to be too serious, taught him how to. play. you both weve et. en 2 FLL 33 rf two days at Lac-qui- drew confidence in her- e returned to Gopher in a throbbing calm like drugged seconds when, ; is an instant free pain, a sick man revels in liv. hard winter day, the { RK E z try; she was always shrieking. | dot's @ swell hat!” or, hae all violins tn @ pancled room. Why v Vida Sherwin ran tn after school 4 donen times. She was tactful, tor rentially anecdotal, She had sout- pliments:; Mrs, Dr. Westlake had pronounced Carol a “very swent, bright, cultured young woman,” and Brad Bemis, the tinsmith at Clar! Hardware Store, had dectared that she was “easy to work for and awful easy to look at.” But Carol could not yet take her in. She resented this outeider’s knowledge of her shame. Vida was not too long tolerant. She hinted, “You're a great brood: child. Buck fup now, The town's quit critictzing you, almost entirely, Come with me to the Thanatopsia club. They have some of the best papers, and cur rentevents discussions—so interest- ing. In Vida's demands Carol felt a compulsion, but she was too listless to obey. It was Bea Sorenson really her confidante. However charitable toward the lower classes she may have thought herself, Carol had been reared to assume that servants belong to a distinct and Inferior species. But she discovered that Bea was extraor dinarily lke girls she had loved in college, and as a companion alto who was gether superior to the young ma-| trons of the Jolly Seventq@n. Daily | they became more frankly two girls playing at housework. Bea artlessly considered Carol the most beautiful @nd accomplished lady in the coun- “My, dese ladies yoost die whe dey see how elegant you do your But it was not the humbleness serv. get, nor the hypocrisy of @ slave; {t was the admiration of Freshman for Junior. They made out the day's menus together. Tho they began with pro- priety. Carol sitting by the kitchen table and Bea at the sink or black- ing the stove, the conference was likely_to end with both of them by the table, while Bea gurgled over the leeman’s attempt to kiss her, or Carol admitted, “Everybody knows that the-doctor is lots more clever than Dr. McGanum.” When Carol came in from marketing, Hea plunged into the hall to take of: her coat, rub her frosted hands, and ask, “Vos dere lots of folks up town today?" This was the welcome upon which Carol depended. vi Thra her weeks of cowering there was no change in her surface life, No one save Vida was aware of her agonizing. On her most despairing days she chatted to women on the street, in stores. But without the Protection of Kennicott's presence | she did not go to the Jolly Seven- teen; she delivered herself to the Judgment of the town only when she went shopping and on the rit neon calls, when Mrs. Lyman Cass or Mrs. George Edwin Mott, with clean gloves and minute handker- chiefs and eealskin card-cases and countenances of frozen approbation, sat on the edges of chairs and in- | quired, “De you find Gopher Prairie | pleasing?” When they spent even. ‘Inge of social profitandioss at the Haydocks’ or the Dyers’ she hid be- ieee Kennicott, playing the simple ie. Now she was unprotected. Ken nicott had taken a patient to Roches- ter for an operation. He would be | away for two or three days. She and silver"eiouds) had not minded; she would loosen e¢ sky, everything | during the brief against the deep snow. He hailed importantly took notes for the " i about their journey. Jack- a Elder cried, “Hey, folks! How's ticks up North?” Mrs. McGanum \ to them from her porch. “They're glad to see us. We mean ‘ Why can’t I be? But can/ mt back all my life and be satis- with ‘Hey, folks’? They want on Main Street, and I want the matrimonial tension and be « fanciful girl for a time. But now that he was gone the house was Usteningly empty. Bea was out this afternoon—presumably drinking cof- fee and talking about “fellows” with It was the ay ipper and evening- bridge of the Jolly Seventeen, but I ‘The house was haunted, long be- fore evening. Shadows slipped down the walla and waited behind every chair, Did that door move? No, She wouldn't go to the Joly ADVENTURES oF SNE TY “Will you please tell us The cuttlefish did as he was told Squirted a lot of black ink into} that Nick was holding. now!” said Cap'n Penny- He when ii was full. “That ought | be enough to save three or four altho we are only going to) one, f erled out Mr, Cuttlefish | ‘erm. (Did you say whales, Cap'n ywinkie?" ates" answered the falryman. harks are planning to attack he big fellow and 1 want the} ANY him. Have you any don't know whether I have or Feplied the cuttlefish. “It de Upon the whale.” ‘sor’ Cuttlefish shivered. “Why, sperm whale, the big one| teeth, he's just waiting | Shance to make a dinner off Course, if it's Mr. Whale I don't mind, for be INS what to do with this?’ hasn't any teeth, and his throat 1s too small to swallow so much as a herring, living on the tiniest sort» of things. But those’ others! Ugh! They could swallow church, altho they never dd, preferring cuttle- fish.” Before the Cap'n could answer, Mr. Cutlefish swam disgustedly away. As the fairyman said, the Wigglefin people were a queer lot anyway. It was always a ease of dog’ ent dog, or fish eat fish (which was the same thing) and he was going to ‘save Mr. Whale if he could. Nick held up his bottle of ink curiously. “Will you please tell us what to do with this?” he asked. “It's very simple,” answered the fairyman. “Cuttlefish ink is the blackest in the world, When the sharks come too near to Mr. Whale, take the cork out of your bottle and pour the ink into the # (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) DOINGS OF THE DUFFS SAY “TOM, WILL YoU COME. OW IS DORIS PLY ! OUT AND HAVE DINNER WITH ; wor uate WHY YES- || GETTING ALONG | | wait UNTIL You at ote \Pnown HELEN WON'T |] WITH THE, SEE THE FEED SHE HERE RIGHT NOW 9 | 1 TE SHE'S GONE. "TO A PARTY o | tled about town and plucked com: | | FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS 1S MRS MSGOOSEY AT WOMB LUTTLE Seventeen. She hadn't energy enough to caper before them, to smile blandly at Juanita'’s fudenoss. Not today. But she did want a party. Now! If some one would come in this afternoon, some one) who liked her-Vida or Mra. Sam Clark or old Mrs. Champ Perry or gentle Mra. Dr. Westlake. Or Guy Pollock! She'd telephone— | No. That wouldn't be it They Must come of themaecives Perhaps they would. Why not? She'd have ten ready, anyway. If) they came—splendid. If not—what! did she care? She wasn't going to! yield to the village and let down: | she was going to keep up a belief in the rite of tea, to which she had/ always looked forward as the «ym: | bol of a leisurely fine existence. And) it would be just as much fun, even! if it was so babyisy, to have tea| by herself and pretend that she was! entertaining clever men. It would!) She turned the shining thought into action, She bustied to the kitchen, stoked the wood-range, sing Schumann while she boiled the ket tle, warmed up raisin cookies on a Rewspaper spread on the rack in the| oven. She scampered up-stairs to bring down her filmiest tea-cloth. | She arranged a silver tray. She proudly carried it into the living room and set it on the long cherry- wood table, pushing aside a hoop of embroidery, volume of Conrad) from the library, coples of the Sat- urday Evening Post, the Literary | Digest, and Kennicott’s National/| Geographic Magazine. She moved the tray back and forth and regarded the effect. She shook ber head. She busily unfold ed the sewing-table, set it in the bay-window, patted the tea-cloth to, smoothness, moved the tray. “Some/| me I'll have a mahogany tea | table,” she said happily. | She had brought in two cups, two plates. For herself, q straight chair, but for the guest the big wing-chair, which she pantingly tugged to the table. ? She had finished all the prepara- tions she could think of. She eat and waited. She listened for the doorbell, the telephone. Her eager. ness was «tilled. Her hands droop. Surely Vida Sherwin would fear the summons. She glanced thru the bay-window. Snow was sifting over the ridge of the Howland house like sprays of water from a hoee. The wide yards acroms the street were gray with moving eddies. The Diack trees/ shivered. The roadway was gashed| with ruts of ice, She looked at the extra cup and, plate. She looked at the wing-chair. It was so empty. The tea was cold In the pot. With wearily dipping finger-tip she tested it Yes. Quite cold. She couldn't wait any longer. The cup across from her was Icily clean, glisteningly empty. Simply absurd to wait. She poured | her own cup of tea. She sat and} stared at it. What was it she was going to do now? Oh yes; how idiotic; take a lump of sugar, She didn't want the beastly tea, She was springing up. She was om the couch, sobbing. pas She was thinking more sharp! than she had for weeks. : She reverted to her resolution to| change the town—awaken it, prod) it, “reform” it, What if they were wolves instead of lambs? They'd! eat her all the sooner if she was! meek to them. Fight or be eaten. It was easier to change the town completely than to conciliate it! She could not take their point of view;| it was a negative thing; an intel lectual squalor; a swamp of preju- dices and fears. She would have to make them take hers. She was not| a Vincent de Paul, to govern and mold a people. What of that? The tiniest change in their distrust of | beauty would be the beginning of! the end; a seed to sprout and some} |day with thickening roots to crack | their wall of mediocrity. If she could not, as #he desired, do a great thing| nobly and with laughter, yet, she need not be content with village! nothingness. She would plant one seed in the blank wall, } Was she just? Was It merely a! blank wall, this town which to three | thotisand and more people was the} center of the universe? Hadn't she, returnmg from Lacqui-Meurt, felt the heartiness of their greetings?;@ God who spake not tn doggere! No, The* ten thousand Gopher| hymns, Prairies had no monopoly of greet-| One seed. Which seed it was did ings and friendly hands. Sam Clark| not matter All knowledge and free- was no more loyal than girl Ubrari-|dom were one, But she had delayed ans she knew in St. Paul, the peo-/#o long in finding that seed. Could ple she had met in Chicago, And|she do something with this Thana- those others had so much that Go-|topsis club? Or should she make| pher Prairie complacently lacked—| her house so charming that it would the world of gaiety and adventure,|be an influence? She'd make Ken- of music and the Integrity of bronze, | nicott like poetry. That was it, for of remembered mists from tropic] beginning! She conceived go clear isles and Paris nights and the walls|a picture of their bending over large of Bagdad, of industrial justice and{fair pages by the fire (a & non- EVERET Se oF tL RECSiver Youre PRIC YOUR USTTER-HEAD SHOWS A QS BUILDING WITH YOUR FIRM NAMG NINT tr MusReprtese S USED AT THS TOP Ss Lerteers WHAT'S To StoP tv ™ AKING DO nro THS Resr Ot IT ¢ ar. Story book." * * Page 505 BUFFALO ON THE PLAINS “The fathers and mothers of; buffalo from their path so that the party,” grandmother contin-| the little hand of settlers could es- ued, “grew grave with alarm at! cape the trampling hoofs. the warning of the scouts. “"God help us? said Ben's “The few families who had left] mother, ‘look at the oxen. It the great Barlow train and follow-| looks. as if they would destroy ed the California guide and his| us, even if we escape the buf- three sons felt unprotected and | falc.’ alone, “The oxen, indeed, were like “The children huddled together| mad things, pawing the earth, near their mothers and an alr of| sniffing and bellowing, straining danger was everywhere, at thelr chains, frantic with the “We shall have to make| desire to join that herd of free, camp at once,’ cried the leader,| wild creatures so like them. ‘and do what we can for the pro-} selves. tection of the women and chil “But the buffalo turned. Just dren.’ when it seemed as if nothing could change their course, they swerved, passed the train only a quarter of a mile away. Three thousand or more, there were in the herd, “The settlers dared not go on that day; the men took care of the fresh buffalo meat they had taken, and the 15 oxen, still wearing their yokes, were turned loose to graze. “In the morning, when the train moved on, they crossed the trail of the herd of buffalo and the oxen went wild again.” (To Be Continued) “So working as fast as they could, they swung the wagons into a large circle with the help. less mothers and their little ones inside. To the strong wagona, the oxen were chained with their yokes still on their necks. They could hear the dull rogr of the beating hoofs and dust rose in clouds, “The men finished their work, and springing on their horses, drove after the scouts straight | toward the oncoming herd, “Shouting and firing their guns, they hoped to turn the es WW aan, existent fireplace) that the spectral presences slipped away. Doors no longer mpved; curtains were not creeping shadows but lovely dark magses in the dusk; and when Bea |eame home Csrol was singing at the plano which she had not touched for many days. Their supper was the feast of two girls, Carol was in the dining-room, in a frock of black satin edged with gold, and Bea, in blue gingham and an apron, dined in the kitchen; but the door was open between, and \ 4 Just When She Wanted to Make a Hit Wh NOW DORIS DON’T MET THAT BOTHER You FOR A MINUTE- JUST TELL ME WHAT You’D LIKE To HAVE! ‘TAGALONG, WILL YOU GET DOWN OFF SOFA- MOS S\PP ll | | { i | | ‘THE BY ALLMAN Bi MONEN © You SAID ALL TH’ MONEY SUE GETS GOES ON HER BACK BUT I CANT SEE ANY Z CHICKEN THIEVES RAIDED SEVERAL COoPS LAST NIGHT. WHEN A WOMAN TELLS The undertaker had reached home before me and when ! arrived the body of Philip Ames lay in the Uttle darkened partor. The man who in life had always been the center of a laughing throng, was alone now. And as I looked at him I wondered if there could be such a thing as loneliness for him— if he missed, now, the laughter of those so-called friends, As I reached the head of the stairs, Lila met me. “I have been waiting for you,” she said, “How did Kate—his wife—take it? ‘She didn’t ery,” I said, rather foolishly. “That ts like her; she wouldn't,” Lila said. ad “How is Mr. Ames?” T asked, “And have there been any calls for me?” For, in spite of the thousand and one things there were to occupy my mind, the thought of Tom and the hope that he might call was always any ducks in Dahl's window?" and Bea chanting, “No, ma'am. Say, ve have a svell time, dis afternoon Tina she have coffee and knacke brod, and her fella vos dere, and ve yoost laughed and laughed, and her fella say he vos president and he going to make me queen of Finland, land Ay stick a fedder in may hair and say Ay bane going to go to var —oh, ve vos so foolish and ve laugh | sor When Carol sat at the plano again she did not think of her hus- band, but of the book-drugged her mit, Guy Pollock. She wished that Pollock would come calling. “If a girl really kissed him, he'd creep out ofghis den and be human, It Win were as literate as Guy, or Gug were as executive as Will, I think I could endure even Gopher Prairie. bd “It's so hard to mother Will, I could be maternal with Guy. I® that what I want, something to mother, a man or a baby or a town? I will have a baby. Some day. But to have him isolated here all his re ceptive years—— “And so to bed. “Have I found my real level in Bea and kitchen-gossip? “Oh, I do miss you, Will, But tt will be pleasant to turn over in bed ‘ \ Ci 1981 by Beattie Star) |'ingering somewhere tn the baek of my consciousness. “There weren't any calls—and there isn't anything new to say about John. He stays just the same.” I was glad to be alone in my room. And for a long time I sat by |the window looking out on the gar- ‘den below and trying to think things out. Very lkely, I thought, with Lila Ames’ change of her mode of living, she would find a secretary an entire- ly unnecessary thing. I should have to find something else to do, I was wondering vaguely about this when my attention was attracted by move- ment in the rose garden just be low. I looked, trying to separate the darkness from the outlines of what seemed to be human figures, Gradu- ally the figures came out more plain- ly and T recognized the lines of Grace Cameron's suit. There was a man with her—Tom! I turned from the window, know- a ae } Carol was inquiring, “Did you see | as often as I want to, without worrying about waking you up. “Am I really this settled thing called a ‘married woman’? I feel so unmarried tonight. So free, To think that there was once a Mrs, Kennicott who let herself worry over a town called. Gopher Prairie when there was a whole world out- side it! “Of course Will is going to like poetry.” = Get Rid of Dandruff, Stop Itching Scalp and Falling Hair Use Zemoas a hair tonic, It does ‘away with dandruff, stops scalp and falling hair. For Eczema, Tetter, rashes, blackheads and pimples, Zemo is excellent. Fine for after shaving. All Druggists’. FOR SKIN IRRITATIONS By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER LXXII—JOHN AMES’ REASON RETURNS ing better than ever what @ lonely stretch lay ahead of me. I was up early the next morning: But someone had been downstairs before me, for the curtains were all up and the house opened, with the exception of the little front parlor, In a minute I knew who had been around before me. John Ames, a dazed look on his face, entered the dusky little room, “Good morning,” I said to him softly. I was standing near the coffin of his brother, Should I send him out, should ¥ contrive to get him away before he saw? I started toward him. But too late! John Ames made a quick move. ment. He had the silent faee be tween both of his hands, “Phil!” I heard him ery. “Phil.” He seemed to be .staggering. 1 caught him just as he seemed about to fall. John Ames looked at mea second and then called me by name His reason had returned. 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