The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 31, 1921, Page 11

AapAEE iif prise Cigelie¢ Hgssi* | gf oar it, Platty Biaeee ok & MAIN STREET ; e Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS \ Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. SPOR COOOCOLEOOEOOOOOOOLOOSEOOOOOOOOOOE (Continued From Saturday) mt At a quarter to three Carol had Jeft home: at half-past four she had created the Georgian town; at a quarter to five she was in the digni fied poverty of the Congregational parsonage, her enthusiasm pattering upon Mrs, Leonard Warren like sw mer rain upon an old gray roof: al two minutes to five a town of de mure courtyards and welcoming dor mer windows had been erected; and at two minutes past five the entire town was as flat as Babylon. Erect in a black ‘William and Mary chair against gray and speckly- brown volumes of sermons and Biblical commentaries and Palestine geographies upon long pine shelves, her neat black shoes firm on a rag~ rug, herself as correct and low-toned as her background, Mrs. Warren list- ened without comment till Carol was quite thru, then answered deli- cately: “Yes, I think you draw a very nice picture of what might ly come o day. I have no doubt wrong in supposing either that the city hall would be the proper start, or that the Thanatopsis would be the instrument. After all, it’s the through the state for his advocacy} of church-union. He hopes to see all the evangelical denominations ; e H i ; E E i § i i i j i i $F i z | ! i $ i Ff : i I lft E i ? I |. | itchy warmth. As soon as Carol was cum-powder atmoxphere, but she hastened to get imto the fresh air of her phans. Maud Dyer granted that the city hall wasn't “so very nice,” yet, as | Dave said, there was no use doing } anything about it Ul they received an appropriation from the state and combined a new city hall with a national guard armory, Dave had given verdict, “What these mouthy youngsters that hang around the pootroom need {3 universal military ‘training. Make men of ‘em.” Mrs. Dyer removed the new school building from the city hall: “Oh, so Mra, Mott has got going jon her school craze! St been | dinging at that till everybody's sick }and tired, What she really wants ts & big office for her dear bald-heaged Gawge to sit around and look tm: | portant in. Of course I admire Mrs. | Mott, and I'm very fond of her, she's so brainy, even if she does try to butt in and run the Thanatopais, but I must say we're sick of her nagging. The old building was good enough ifor us when we were kids! I hate | these would-be women politicians, don't yout™ v ‘The first week of March had given promise of spring and stirred Carol with a thousand desires for lakes and fields and roads, The snow was | gone except for filthy woolly patches under trees; the thermometer leaped in a day from wind-bitten chill to convinced that even tn this impris- ened North, pring co the snow came down & paper storm tn a theatre west gale flung it up in a half- bilzsard; and with her hope of a was everywhere in slushy heaps, the promise was unmistakable. By the THE SEATTLE STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFF. BED? | YES, ! WAS JUST UP THERE 2 SEG - He’s ICKIN’ BECAUSE HE CAN'T GO ovT AND ITS HALLOWE'EN: 1M NOT GOING TO HAI HIM RUNNING AROUN! RINGING PEOPLES! rest room every year, and how much they “appreciated the kindness of the this lovely place, and all ' thought, “Kindness nothin; kind ladies’ husbands get the farm: | erg trade, This is mere commercial accommodation. And it's horrible. It | ought to be the most charming room | in town, to comfort women sick of -}can see the Metropolitan life Certainly it ought they by. prairie kitchens, to have @ clear window, so tha | Some day I'm going to make a better robin appeared magic on the erabapple tree In the yard. Everybody chuckled, “Looks like winter is going.” and “ThisT! bring the frost out of the Foade—have the auton out pretty s00n now—wonder what kind of bass- rt | : | HH I ! i if ih ie i i i | apie i #8 i | i i H & Hy ie ze | 4 i F gree i i i ' z i z é : pial zl d u fF ii g g i if ; i | i | : j if f K ? i i ! | E : ! i HE ; ( i H . and a lunches. ie front window was darkened by f 38 5] torn net curtains and by a mound of geraniums and rubber plants. While she was listening to Mra. Nodelquist's account/ of how many thousands of farmers’ wives used the “Why don’t you find another place to rest yourself?” ‘Well, sir, Nancy and Nick saw one could wee it. He was lying on|™#ke & place that wouldn't look quter people and queer happen- | one side just as you do in bed, ana| ke nothing but some Dutch story: and queer ever so many things oue eye was under him, right down |?0Ok and not a bit Uke the place they were under the sea help- on the sandy bottom of the sea, After | ¥® loved. And don't you think it's Cap'n Pennywinkle. But one of he had done all these things he con. |*¥eet| now? Queerest things of all was the in which Flatty Flounder | 4 himself around. | Cap'n Pennywinkle blew his whis- |“why don't you find another place to| W#!ks and everything? Me three times, the way he always len he needed help. The Twins )Beard it and hurried to the Cross 1 at once. “What's wrong?” called Nancy. “Oh, there's somebody blocking ‘ again,” answered the fairy- cromsily. “Flatty Flounder is ly- here just at the busiest place, | yawned Flatty, “and I just gotta lie |Pouncing on Mi he's more stubborn than Tub trrapin ever was.” Nick went up quite close and gave flounder a poke. “What's wrong, ity?” he axked, yawned, then he stretched, eyes, but if he did, no | soon descended to answer. “I'm tired—that’s all.” “Well, then,” said Nick, sternty, rest yourself?” |. “Yes,” added Cap'n Pennywinkle indignantly. “The idea of parking |yourself right here where nobody If you don't move | that Gopher Prairie had the color can past! i have to put up a ‘detour’ wign. “I'm not taking up much room,” here, honest. I'm like all little boys, I do most of my growing in bed, and just now I'm so tired that I feel 1 must be going to grow.” ‘With that he settled himself down on the sand like @ cement pave- (To Be Continued) one eye. Perhaps he | ment, fest room--a club room. Why! I've already planned that as part of my Georgian town ballm Bo it chanced that she waa plot ting against the peace of the Thanatopsia at her third meoting (which covered Scandinavian, Rus sian, and Polish literature, with re g g gree}: rl te if ts gi ¢ | ‘ i F : Bs H i + : g : LH t Fe f Hit i | i ay Hi z | as all these young folks do now with their terrible Turkey Trots and hugging and all. But tf they must neglect the Lord's injunction that young girls ought to be modd- est, then I guess they manage pretty well at the K. P. hall and the Oddfellows’, even if some of the lodges don’t always welcome # lot of these foreigners and hired help to all their dances, And I certainly don’t see any need of a farm bureau or this domestic selence demonstration you talk about. In my day the boys learned to farm by honest sweating, and every gal could cook, or her ma learned her how across her knee! Besides, ain't there a county agent at Wakamin? He comes here once &@ fortnight, maybe. That's enougn monkeying with this scientific farm- ing—Champ says there's nothing to haven't we got the churches? Good deal better to listen to a good old- fashioned sermon than a lot of geography and books and things that nobody needs to know—more'n enough heathen learning right here in the Thanatopsis. And as for trying to make a whole town in this Colonial architecture you talk about-——- I do love nice things; to this day I run ribbons into my petticoats, even if Champ Perry does laugh at me, the old villian! But just the same I don't believe any of us old-timers would like to see the town that we worked so hard to build being tore down to All the trees and lawns? And such comfy houses, and hot-water heat and electric Ughts and telephones and cement Why, I thought everybody from the Twin Cities always anid it was euch a beautiful town!” - forswore hernelf; declared ‘ol of Algiers and the gaicty of Marli Gras, Yet the next afternoon she was ) Lyman Cass, the hook-nosed consort of the owner of the flour-mill, Mrs. Cass’ parlor belonged to the erammed-Victorian school, as Mrs, Luke Dawson's belonged to the bare-Victorian. It was furnished on two principles: First, everything must resemble something ele. A "EVERETT TRUE ANG ANOTHOR THING — WORT WAVE You STAYING Our Tie: : (SF Tom Should Have Pulled Back the Covers OH, TOM, COME AW FROM THAT DOOR_AND LET THEKIOS HAVE Some Fun! NG “TO TEACH],@,> Geome une MRS. TRYE, Allow ME To ATK Kou How in THE WORLO “ov Can CHEW YovR Feod Ano TALK Av THE SAMS TING THOVT BITING HALE Bust. MouTHRULS WTHOUT RV TURING Page 508 GOL “And what was it, grand- mother?” Peggy asked. “What was it Ben found? An agate?” Grandmother qiiled at Peggy's guess. “No,” she answered, “it was not an agate. It was gold, tiny nuggets of pure gold. The chil dren stooped and searched eager. ly for more among the little peb- bles and the coarse sand. “And they found them, too, enough to fill a little giass bottle; an ounce bottle, “You temember this al hap- pened tn 1846, and Ben says he thinks he ts the one who discov- ered it, so it was a little boy no bigger than Davie who first found gold tn California and he found it three years before the big gold rush about which you read In your histories, “But they did not stop long even to gather Jumps of gold on the river bank. They were on their way to the Oregon country, wo the little ones were lifted into their basket saddles, the grown folke mounted their ponies, and the long pony train moved on once more over the old trafl made by the Hudson's Bay company trappers years before. “The trail led thru some beau- tiful country. Once they camped beside @ clear lake with clover meadows around it, and once they camped close to an Indian village. “It was a big village and Ben and the other children were much interested. “Buch queer people those In- d@ians were, With their long hair and naked bodies and strange, gutteral speech. “But the queerest of all was their food. That whole tribe lived on crickets and dried acorns.” “Not bugs!" David interrupted. “Yes, great big shiny black bugs,” grandmother said. “The crickets were killed and dried and the acorns were shelled and dried, then they were all mashed into a powder, made into cakes and baked in the hot sand. “Ben sald, ‘We traded some of our lunch for some of that funny bread; it looked like fruit cake. ‘We ate it and It was good. “That evening Ben saw a squaw coming toward the camp leading an Indian boy.” (To Be Continued) neces © A i tf rocker had a back like a lyre, a near-leather seat imitating tufted cloth, and arms like Scotch Pres- byterian lions; with knobs, scrolls, shields, and spear-points on un- expected portions of the chair. The second principle of the crammed- Victorian school was that every inch of the interior must be filled with useless objects. ‘The walls of Mrs. Cass’ parlor were plastered wi “hand-painted” pictures, “buckey pictures, of birch trees, newsboys, puppies, and church steoples on Christmas Eve, with a plaque depicting the exposi- tion building in Minnenpolis, burnt: wood portraits of Indian chiefs of 4 no tribe in particular, a pansy- decked poctic motto, a yard of roses, and the banners of the edu- cational institutions attended by the Cass'’s two sons — Chicopee Falls business college and MeGillicuddy university. One small square table contained a card receiver of painted china with @ rim of wrought and a@ilded lead, a family Bible, Grant's Memoirs, the latest. novel by Mrs. Gene Stratton Porter, a wooden model of « Swiy chalet which was also a bank for dimes, a polished abalone shell holding one black: headed pin and one empty spool, a velvet pin-cushion in a gilded metal slipper with “Souvenir of Troy, ¢ Y Buster winS He HALLOWE'EN APPLE GAMES BY A WIDE MARGIN = WHEN A WOMAN TELLS | ory Kate Ames and J parted close friends, and I felt that in the new life I was facing, she would be some- one to look to for encouragement, tain, for Phil, she told me, left his affairs in rather a muddle. I looked at my trunk. The lid was up and I could see there my folded clothing. I decided that I should see Ifa Ames and, after talking with her, make some definite move to- ‘ard my future. Lila was radiant when I entered her room. “Look?” she said. At the window sat John Ames, per haps a little paler than he had been two days before, but smiling and—as |I neared him—he held out his hand. “I’m so giad to see you in this fine shape,” I said enthusiastically, for I knew that if there was on N. Y." stamped on the toe, and an unexplained red glass dish which had warts. Mrs, Cass’ first remark was, “I must show you all my pretty things and art objects.” She piped, aftet Carol's appeal: “I see, You think the New Eng- land villages and Colonial houses are so much more cunning than these Middlewestern towns. I'm glad you feel that way, You'll be in- terested to know I was born in Vermont.” “And don’t you think we ought te try to make, Gopher Prai—”" “My graciols no! We can't af- ford it. xes are much too high as it is. We ought to retrench, and not let the city council spend another cent. Uh— Don't you think that was a grand paper Mrs. Westlake read about Tolstoy?. .I was so glad she pointed out how all his silly socialistic ideas failed.” ‘What Mrs. Cass said was what Kennicott said, that evening. Not in 20 years would the council pro: pose or Gopher Prairie vote the funds for a new city hall, Vv Carol had avoided exposing her plans to Vida Sherwin. She was shy of the big-sister manner; Vida woulg either laugh at her or snatch the idea and change it to suit her- self. But there was no other hope, When Vida came in to tea Carol sketched her Utopts. ‘Vida was soothing but decisive: “My dear, you're all off. I would (Copyright 1921 by Beattie Star) Person in the world who deserved to be happy, he was John Ames. “Isn't it fine! I'm more glad than anyone knows to be here again,” he even tho her own future was tincer- | said. “It all happened’ so suddenty!” Lila exclaimed. “We were sitting here by the window, and I was trying | to interest him in~e story, when sud- denly he reached over and took the book from my hands! “It frightened me at first, because I didn’t know but what something was terribly wrong. But the instant 1 looked at his face I caught what it was—I knew he had come back.” Lila's voice was trembling with emotion, It was like her then, to go over, and kneeling on the floor at her husband's feet, put her arms face in her lovely, beseeching way, until he kissed her. like to see it: a real gardeny place to shut out the gales. But it can’t be done. What could the club women accomplis! “Their husbands are the most important men in town. They are the town!” “But the town as a seperate unit iz not the husband of the Thanatop- sis. If you knew the trouble we had in getting the city council to spend the money and cover the pumping station with vines! _What- ever you may think of Gopher Prairie women, they're twice as Progressive as the men.” “But can't the men see the ugll- ness?” “They don’t think it's ugly. And how can you prove it? Matter of taste, Why should they like what Boston architect likes?” “What they like is to sell prunes!” “Well, why not? Anyway, the point is that you have to work from the inside, with what we have, rather than from the outside, witn foreign ideas. The shell ought not} ta be forced on the spirit. It can’t be! The bright shell has to grow/ out of the spirit, and express 1t,/ That means waiting. If we keep after the city council for another ten years they may vote the bonis for a new school.” “I refuse to believe that if they saw it the big men would be too’ tight-fisted to spend a few dollars each for a pullding--think?—dane-| ing and lectures and plays, all done} co-operatively!” PAGE 11 ALLMAN YW BY “By RUTH AGNES ABELING ; CHAPTER LXXV—JOHN AND LILA ARE REUNITED to look my best ‘There was a wi mering white thing, ing, which I knew it out. I spent my hair in its most from slippers to very finest of clothing I around him and look up into his |ing, of the fine melodrama of fiction: the dictagraphs and speeches by torchlight. I'm merely blocked by stupidity, Oh, I know I'm a fool. I dream of Venice, and I live in Archangel and scold because the Northern seag aren't tender colored. But at least they sha'n’t keep me from loving Venice, and sometime I'll run away—All right. 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