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I THE SEATTL AY, OCTOBER 28, 192T. Ceccccccccccccccccccoes /MAIN STREET i The Story of Carol Kennicott } i BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1 Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. ry ° e cece (Continued From Page 6) ue. He stood erect, his ih hig side-pockets, his pipe patting slowly, He was forty-five ie aix, perhaps. do, Mrs. Kennicott," he DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Fifty-Fifty BY ALLMAN ————— NY HE HAS? WE A You TELL Pov ad GEE, DANNYS GOT) | WAN'T To see SOME SWELL NEW! HIM RIGHT AWAY! Cuss worps! GOSH THEYRE YOUNG MAN, | UNDERSTAND YOU'VE BEEN USING SOME NAUGHTY WORDS AND | WANT You To TELL ME WHAT ; I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHO TOLD ME - NOW YOU ANSWER MY QUESTION! NEVER MIND WHO TOLD ME. - | WANT TO KNOW WHAT, YOU WERE SAYING t HiEedes a F LL MAKE A TRADE WELL, Who, : WITH YOu-You TELL mean ledger-keeping brains of duck hunting brains or baby-spanking brains, but real fmaginative brains are you'and me and Guy Pollock | and the foreman at the flour-mill. | He's a socialist, the foreman, (Don't tell Lym Cass that! Lym would fire & socialist quicker than he would a horse thief)” Es Me recalled bim—the town handy. who had repaired their fur- at the beginning of winter, “Indeed no, I sha'n't tell him.” Oh, how do you do,” she fMut- ‘Thig foreman and I have some! Breat set-to's, He's regular old-tine “My name's Bjornstam. ‘The Red! party-membér, Too dogmatic. Ex they call me, Remember?| pects to reform everything from de. thought I'd kind of like to/forestration to nosebleed by saying howdy to you again.” phrases like ‘surplus value.’ Like yes—— I've been exploring | reading the prayer-book. But same rts of town.” time, he'a a Plato J. Aristotle com- Fine mess, No sewage,| pared with people like Ezry Stow ge sirect cleaning, and the Luther-| body or Professor Mott or Julius ;minister and the priest represent | Flickerbaugh.” | Pe arts and sciences, Well, thunder, “Its interesting to hear about! Pop Doesn't Know Just How to Take It! a WHY THATS SIMPLE FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS PoP, How DOES NOW, PERHAPS IT fe wubmerge! tenth down here in| him. FIGSER OUT ALL MECBE * JW EARTH Go ‘ROUND |/ THE MOON IT A PLANET WILL BE CLEARER IF geste Hollow are no worse off than| He dug his too into a drift, like a| PoP wi TH MOON EVRY THE SAME AS THE T LET MY HAT REPRESENT folks, Thank God, we don't| schoolboy, “Rats. You mean I talk | WiLL . EARTH TLL TRY AND to go and purr at Juanity Hay-/too much. Well, I do, when I get! So OFTEN, AN PLAIN eck at the Jolly Old Seventeen.” hold of somebody like you, You! & _ Zhe Carol who regarded herself| probably want to run along and gompletely adaptable was uncom- at being chosen as comrade keep your nose from freezing.” “Yes, I must go, I suppose, But ‘a pipe-reeking odd.job man. Prob- Why did you leave Miss/ ably he was one of her husband’s| Sherwin, of the high school, out of a But she must keep her} your list of the town intelligentsia?” bh “I guess maybe she does belong in . - i even the Jolly Seventeen /it. From all I can hear #he's in| get always so exciting. It's very|everything and pehind everything f@el again today, isn't it? Wel—"/that looks like a’ reform—lot more lam was not respectfully|than most folks realize. She lets He showed no signs of| Mrs. Reverend Warren, the presi-| forelock. His eyebrows| dent of thishere Thanatopsis club, | though they had a life of| think she’s running the works, but | ‘With a subgrin he went) Miss Sherwin ts the secret boss, and nags all the easy-going dames into | 3 I hadn't ought to talk/ doing something. But way I figure) Mrs. Haydock and her Solem-|{t out-——— You see, I'm not inter-| Beventeen in that fresh way. | ested in these dinky reforms. Miss| I'd be tickled to death if} Sherwin’s trying to repair the holes | CAUs® I mean something. I'm about invited to sit in with that|in this barnaclecovered ship of a| the only man in Johnson county T'm what they call a pariah,|town by keeping busy bailing out| that remembers the joker in the own. BY CONDO | THE OLD HOME TOWN. EVERETT TRUE — AND —} T'm the town badman, Mra.| the water. And Pollock tries to re-| Declaration of Independence about :u AAA AAA AAA mm WHEN tt: town atheist, and I sup-|pair it by reading poetry to the| Americans being supposed to have C4aD AGov xX HAD _ I must be an anarchist, too.|crew! Me, I want to yank it up on| the right to ‘life, liberty, and the A vir TO CAUGH pursuit of happiness. “I meet old Bara Stowbody on the street. He looks at me like he wants me to remember he's a high muckamuck and worth two hundred thousand dollars, and he says, ‘Uh, Bjornquist——~ | “*"Bjornstam's my name, Ezra,” T ly who doesn’t love the ‘and the grand old republl- ty is an anarchist.” had unconsciousty slipped é her attitude of departure into “Bititude of listening, her face al toward him, her muff lowered. the ways, and fire the poor bum of & shoemaker that built it so it sails crooked, and have it rebuilt right, from the keel up.” “Yes—that—that would be better. But I must run home. My poor Rose is nearly frozen.” “Say, you better come tn and get — HAA Aa AAAmm AAA Atm AA = I suppose so.” Her own| warm, and see what an old bach’s|™@Y* He knows my name, ail flood. “I don’t | shack ts like.” rightee. . "t criticize the! She looked doubtfufty at him, at! “ ‘Well, whatever your name ts, t to. They| the low shanty, the yard that was|he says, ‘I understand you have a Uttered with cord-wood, moldy | #%°line saw. I want you to come ! ‘The doMar | planks, a hoopless wash-tub, She | ®found and saw up four cords of crucifix clean| Was disquieted, but Bjornstam did| ™#ple for me,’ he says. | not give her the opportunity to be| “‘S0 you like my looks, eh? I) delicate. He flung out his hand in| ®Y8, kind of innocent. jet them do the|@ welcoming gesture which assumed| ““What difference does that that she was her own counselor, that she was not a respectable mar. ried woman but fully a human be make? Want you to saw that wood before Saturday,’ he says, real sharp. Common workman going and get _|ing. With @ shaky, “Well, just a| ting fresh with a fifth of a million ER —* Te ee Sa | moment, to warm. my note’ tne | dollars all walking around in a e IP YoU WANT To CALG #4 money for a stake,| anced down the street to make) band-medown fur coat! .| MAK A NOISE LIKE A HUMAN BEING neouda ‘by mracit,|#ure that she was not spied on, and| “Here's the difference tt makes, WHEN You OPEN You ° with myself, and | Dolted toward the shanty. I says, Just to devil him. ‘How do R THROTTLS IT you know I like your looks?” Maybe) he didn't look sore! SOUNPS UKE A WORRIE OAT, AND I(T read history, and| She remained for one hour, and DoD & to the wealth of | "¢Ver had she known a more con- ‘Nope,’ I says, I don't like Cass.” siderate host than the Red Swede. He had but one room: bare pine floor, small work-hench, wall bunk with amazingly neat bed, frying-pan and ash-atippled coffeepot on the shelf behind the pot-bellied cannon- ball stove, backwoods chairs—one constructed from half a barrel, one ‘thinking it all over, your application for a loan. Take| it t another bank, only there ain't any,’ I says, and I walks off on him. | “Sure. Probably I was surly—_ and foolish. But I figured there had to be one man in town independent | MING WORRIGS 000 enough to sas# the banker!” | He hitched out of his chair, made) coffee, gave Carol a cup, and talked on, half defiant and half apologetic, halt wistful for friendliness and half amused by her surprise at the dis covery that there was a proletarian philosophy. | At the door, she hinted: i “Mr, Bjornstam, ff you were I, would you worry when people thought you were affected?” | “Huh? Kick ‘em in the face! Say, | if I were a sea-gull, and all over silver, think I'd care what a pack! of dirty seals thought about my/ fying?” It was not the wind at her back, tt was the thrust of Bjornstam’ scorn which carried her thru town. She faced Juanita Haydock, cocked her head at Maud Dyer’s brief nod, and came home to Bea radiant. She telephoned Vida Sherwin to “run ‘pose I'q/ from a tilted plank—and a row of books incredibly assorted; Byron and Tennyson and Stevenson, a manual of gasengines, a book by Thorstein Veblen, and a spotty .| treatise on “The Care, Feeding, Dis- eases, and Breeding of Poultry and Cattle.” There was but one picture—a mag: way we run/azine color-plate of a steeproofed curious—what | village in the Harz mountains which ! I'm just a | suggested kobolds and maidens with Probably too much read-| golden hair. amount of digestion I've! Bijornestam did not fuss over her. it-baked. I'm go-| He suggested, “Might throw open tbaked’ first, and| your coat and put your feet up on Mt, because it’s dead | the box in front of the stove.” He ‘be handed to a radical that tossed his dogekin coat into the p jeans!” bunk, lowered himself into the bar- “They grinned together. She de-| rel chair, and droned on: a “Yeh, I'm probably a yahoo, but say that the Jolly Seventeen | by gum I do keep my independence What makes you think by doing odd jobs, and that's more ‘n these polite cusses like the clerks !n| over this evening.” She lustily trust us borers into the|the banks do. When I'm rude to! piayed ‘Techaikowsky—the virile! to know about your! some slob, it may be partly becaure | Chords an echo of the red laughing lass. Fact, Mrs. Kennicott,|1 don’t know better (and God knows | philosopher of the tarpaper shack that far as I can make out,| I'm not no authority on trick forks| (when she hinted to Vida, “Isn’t| People in this man’s town|and what pants you wear with 4) there a man here who amuses him-| have any brains—I don’t/ Prince Albert), but mostly it's be | seie by being irreverent to the vil-| lage gods—Bjornstam, some such a/ APVENTURES SOME QUICK MOVES WERE MADE BY THE CHECKER CLUB ToDAY WHEN AUNT SARAH PEABODYS SOCIETY For THE SUPPRESSION OF PIPE SMOKING MARCHED IN. WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) LXXIII—TOM MAKES A REQUEST I helped John Ames back upstairs. | joice in the conviction that she had now he had called us together to With the return of his reason his|found in Tom what I had thrown|show me what I had lost. |physical being had seemed to give|away and that she was finding the] Silently we sat thru the short way. value of it. Prayer and then silently we rode to | Jala had just finished dressing.| I started to pack my belongings.|the old cemetery where the Ames |She looked up as we entered the/I knew I should not be much longer |family lot was. |room and with a cry was at her hus-/a part of the Ames household. I| There were no tears as we turned ar Grattle * + By BA» o) Dr s Page 506 BENS STORY “Tell us some more, grand-| were too frantic to allow them to CHAPTER name?” the reformieader said “Bjornstam? Oh, yes. Fixes things. He's awfully impertinent”) mother, tell us some more!) go very near. band's side. cried a little as I picked up my/away from the grave—no tears for OF THE WINS Iv begged the children. “What hap-| “They had rifles and shot after “What happened?” she demanded. | things one by one and put them in| this man who had gone thru life Cie eT Berton Kennicott had returned at mid-/] pened when the oxen got excited| shot was fired straight at him, is He saw Phil,” I said, “and knew |my trunk. laughing at it. ‘ ae if breakfast he said four) vl te " ° “ im. ‘he next day, the morning on| “Will you go home me, have night. At breakfas' an ar about™ the bfiffaloes after they| but, protected by his thick hide “Oh—" Lila moaned, and then|which Philip Ames’ funeral was to|dinner with me and spend the re several times that he had missed her | every moment. On her way to market, Sam Clark hailed’ her, “The top o' the mornin’ | to yes! Going to stop and pass the/ turned the big herd aside?” “One morning,” grandmother's gentle voice went on, “all the children had been fed and taken and the swiftness of his motion, he came on as if the bullets were no more than dust in his face “The horses redred and plunged, jsearched his face for some sign of |be held, was clear and lovely. As I recognition of herself. But John.| went down to the little parlor where Ames had seemed to go into a sort /the minister waited, I was glad at of stupor, He closed his eyes and |jeast for that. lay back on the lounge without a Lila didn't come down. Perhaps mainder of the day?” I said to Mrs, Ames, as we started toward the cars. “Yes—I should like to,” she said. Just as I started to get into the 1? Warmer, | poo ype hn Arty an ervariccar|] care of, the camp stores and fae Sores oak Rn Srease aiveed, she felt that facing Kate Ames would|car I felt someone ‘touch my say it was? Say, you folks betters camp dishes were stored away! ined at their chains and ff] ‘ve Sent for his physician. have been impossible, When I en.- | sleeve. ? 9 " “No need to be alarmed,” he said, | te: ‘ at da come round and visit with us, on) for another stretch of the long! mingled their hoarse calls with etnies $0 Seubaniy Gin near eniey ‘that rece pauil a pg tay = Ao cr Bed syncs = pt a of these evenings. Deas be " dog: |] Journey, the mothers and the lit-/ the bellowing of the buffalo, and f) oui have happened. Keep him quiet |and, beside ‘Tom, Grace Cameron. | him, aed proud, staying by yourselves.” | ‘ 7 a on. me and, ¢ 7 e 4 pa. Bent Perry, the pioneer, wheat.|| ‘¢ nes were in the wagons anf still he came, on and on and on. f eo. 4 day or two. I sat quietly near the door;I| “I want to see you this evening— “John Kinney rede a mule and somehow he managed to get his mount close up to the side of the raging buffalo and straightway put a bullet behind his ear. John carried a big revolver and that The remainder of the day I spent |coukin’t go farther. jquietly in my room, This was par-| 1 | tially because I did not want to meet | Grace. I wasn't big enough to re. may I call?” he asked. I hesitated. “Yes,” I said at length. 7 (To Be Continued) the men were either at the heads of the oxen or on their horses, when far away over the rolling plains they heard the deep throated, threatening bellow of a buyer at the elevator, stopped her| in the postoffice, held her hand in! his withered paws, peered at her| with faded eyes, and chuckled, “You}| are so fresh and blooming, my dear. | remembered the warning of Philip Ames. He had told me not to discard Tom. And it seemed that levening he Mother was saying other day that shot finished Mr. Buffalo. yawned pleasantly,| Riley and some of Longfellow—this could not quite give up. She a sight of you was better ’n a dose|} lone buffalo. P nae’ Reeihd stretched, and inquired, “Well, | ‘Hiawatha.’ Gosh, I wish I could/read Kipling, with a great deal of of medicine.” } “Rveryone was on the watch | , a pt onl rire haa | Wbat’l we do tonight? Shall we g0/appreciate that highbrow art stuff.| emphasis In the Bon Ton store she found|} jn an instant. ss der qi j to the. movies?” | But I guess I'm too old a dog to] “There's a REGIMENT &COM- no further serious trouble. m ec] | bey 0" exactly " ean . cks.” n Ow! JRAD be avi Mgptcrk “carl, *we haven't “‘Do you think ft 1s another] «Their cattle grew fat on the Hig qa” Now dont ask questionsl| With pity for his bewilderment, | ROAD.” panei nana b | 3 . _—- 3 seen you for so long.” she said. herd, mother? asked Ben. poss’ ap ae hy pete Come and sit down by the table:|and a certain desire to giggle, she| He tapped his foot to the rhythm; € ry A “et @ “Wouldn't you like to come in and “"No, I— Look! there he| no lack of mea: oe There, are you comfy? Lean back} consoled him, “Then let’s try some|he looked normal and reassured, Lightly as thistledown, the twins wished themselves onto) 0 crinbage, some evening?” As| comes now, over the hill yondert| the trail. and forget you're a practical man,|Tennyson, You've read him?" |But when he complimented her, back. tho he meant it, Pollock begged, ; Look? , “The 10 Spaniards met them as and listen to me.” “Tennyson? You bet. Read him/“That was fine. I don't know but | Off thru ed Nancy ‘Lightly as thistledown the Twins | ‘May I, really?” | fi Capt. Sutter had promised, and It may be that she had been in-|in school. There's that: what you can elocute just as good Nick, dete trier of ink| wished themselves onto his broad| While she was purchasing two! ‘And sure enough, there he! the Spaniards brought them Nour, |{fuenced by the managerial Vida ‘And let there be no (what is it?)/as Ela Stowbody,” she banged the bh Cattlefiuh had given them. They |black back, #o gently indeed that|yards of maline the vocal Raymie|| came, charging at them like a| coffee, dried beef, sugar and salt. [| Sherwin; certainly she sounded as of farewell book and suggested that they were this way and that way and|Mr. Whale never for an instant sus-| Wutherspoon tiptoed up to her, his runaway engine, bellowing and| “Then they came to the steep f4tho she was selling culture. But When I put out to sea, not too late for the 9 o'clock show r y faci e | yw e he dropped it when she sat.on the} But let the— at the movies, Y which way for Mr. Whale, for|pected that he had company, and| long sallow face bobbing, and h tearing up the earth as he/ mountains. How were they going |) # A ; Bever can tell Just where he's | kept on breathing the nice fresh air|besought, "You've just got to come|f came to get those heavy wagons over || couch, her chin in her hands, a| Well, T don’t remember alt of it, but] That was her last effort to har. to be. He docan’t stay in one|into his lungs, as whales do, you|back to my department and see a “The oxen were chained to the| the hard places even with the 10 [| volume of Yeats on her knees, and|——- Oh, sure! And there's that ‘I| vest the April wind, to teach divine Much, but goes anywhere he |know, being different from fishes, | pair of patent leather slippers I set || wagons and the scouts wheeled| Spaniards to help them? The [| read aloud, met a little country boy who——t I] unhappingss by a correspondence @ notion to. Mr. Whale is a/and blowing water up into the air| aside for you.” |] their horses and rode toward the| problem seemed impossibl | Instantly she was released from|don't remember exactly how {t goes, course, to buy the lilies of Avalon aes ke a park fountain, and enjoying| In a manner of more than sacer-|] onrushing brute, but their horses (To Be Continued) [the homely comfort of a prairie) but the chorus ends up, ‘We are/and the sunsets of Cockaigne in tin an’ | self like everything. dotal reverence he unlaced her town, She was in the world of lone | seven. cans at Ole Jenson's grocery. cin’ se 8 en. ot ee Bar % I boot ed her skirt about he SEER ed jy things—the flutter of twilight lin-| “Yes, Well—— Shall we try ‘The} But the fact is that at the motion. ‘and Nancy eaid to her| But suddenly a dozen huge forms | boots, tucked her skirt about her | ———— - —_—_—_/4 Chat sechane’ he had done|appeared. ‘They seemed to comelankies, slid on tho slippers. She|~ r |nets, the aching call of gulls along | Idyll» of the King? ‘They're so full| pictures she discovered herself the pen the poem, which |from nowhere at all, and formed in| took them, er got hep to what pedal perte@tion| in and, tho Kennicott instantly im-|a shore to which the netted foam) of color.” laughing as heartily as Kennicott at a a complete circle right around Mr.| “You're @ good ealesman,” she| was till 1 got a pair of clever classy | pressed him into a cribbage game,| crept out of darkness, the island of| “Go to it. Shoot." But he hast-| the humor of an actor who stuffed j aa Whale. Nancy and Nick knew at | said opatra shoes.” Carol was happy again, Aengug and the elder gods and the|ened to shelter himself behind aj spaghetti down a woman's evening [There once was a whale once that they were the wicked| “I'm not a salesman at all! 1 times,” Raymie sighed, Vv eternal glories that never were, tall] elgar, frock. For a second she loathed her Who swatiowed his tail. cnarks. ‘They were snapping their| just like elegant things. AN this| there 1s a pair of dainty little shoes| She did not, in recovering some-| kings and women girdled with crust-| She was not transported —to| laughter; mourned for the day when he turned to a ball, i is so inartistic He indicated with | like these, and I set them aside for thing of her buoyancy, forget her/ed gold, the woeful i want chant-|Camelot. She read with an eye/on her hill by the Mississippi she huge jaws and showing their teeth the battlements with like savage dogs. had walked But the celebrated cinema to nothing at all.” a forlornly waving hand the shelves| some one who will appreciate. When| determination to begin the liberak|ing and the cocked on him, and when she saw " ve = mort of sur-|of showboxes, the seat of thin wood|I saw these I sald right away,| izing of Gopher Prairie by the easy| “Hehcha-chaY’ coughed Dr, Ken-|how much he was suffering she ran| queens. Nick said to be patient and to| | Mr. Whale give Ouny worried. |pertorated in ronattes, the display {Wouldn't It be nice if they fitted|and agrecable propaganda of teach-| nicott. She stopped. She remem-|to him, kisted his forehead, cried,| jester’s conceit of dropping toads Rene, 00 sure soush loure he afraid!” whispered | of shoe-trees and tin boxes of biack-|Mrs. Kennicott,’ and I meant to|ing Kennicott to enjoy reading poe-|bered that he was the sort of per-|"You poor, forced tuberose that] into a soup-plate flung her into un. im the distance they saw a speak to you first chance I had. I| try in the lamplight. The campaign | son who chewed tobacco, She glared, | wants to bea decent turnip!” willing tittering, and the afterglow the lithograph of a s#mirking spout of weter which bearers py Ey ode ny 4 wel ‘roman with cherry cheeks |haven't forgotten our jolly talks at| was delayed. Twice he suggested| while he uneasily petitioned, “That's| ‘Look here now, that ain't-—" |faded, the dead queens fled thra high as the fireman's hose, to ced; veaiie “We'll ave you" | who proclaimed in the exalted pos.| Mrs, Gurrey’s!” that they call on neighbors; once he| great stuff, Study it in college? I| “Anyway, I sha’n’t torture you| darkness. eer, tant Me. Waele Warde (fo Be Continued) try of advertising, “My tootsies nev-| That evening Guy Pollock came! was in the country. ‘The fourth|like poetry fine—James Whitcomb any longer.” (Continued Tomorrow) sie Pa

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