The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 4, 1921, Page 17

O53 Wet ewer sinas Fs > ing for a castle in Spain. A castle FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1921, | MAIN STREET | The Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hewe, Ina (Continued From Yesterday) CHAPTER XIV She was marching home “No, I couldn't fall in love with aim. I like } mu But Ro's too much of a recluse. Could I iss him? No! No! Guy Pollock at ewonty aie 1 nid have kt i him then, maybe, even if I were married to some one else, and pre bably I'd have been glib in persuading myself really wro } that I'm at myself, I, the} ron, Am TI to be} Prince Charming | . very not more amaze virtuous young ™ trusted? if the came— “A Gopher Pratrie housewife, mar ried @ year, and yearning for a| Prince Chart like a bachfisch | of sixteen! They say that marriag isa magic change. But I'm n ged. But Yo! I wouldn't want to fan tn love, even if the Prince did come. I 1 wouldn't want to hurt Will T am/ fond of Will, I am! He doesn’t stir) me, not any longer. But I depend on him. He is home and children. “L wonder when we will begin to have children? I do want them. | “1 wonder whether I remembered | to tell Bea to have hominy tomor. row, instead of oatmeal? She will have gone to ded by now, Perhaps I'l! be up earty enough— “Ever so fond of Will. T wouldn't hurt him, even if I had to lose the mad love. If the Prince came I'd Jook once at him, and run. Darn fast! Ob, Carol, you are not herote nor fina. You are the immutable vulgar young female “But I'm not the faithless wife who enjoys confiding that she's ‘mis- understood.” Oh, I'm not, I'm not! “Am It “at least I didnt whisper to Guy about Will's fauits and his blindness .my remarkable soul, I didn't! of tact, Will probably under. | stands me perfectly! If only—if he| gould just back me up in rousing | ithe town. “How many, how incredibly many wives there must be who tingle over) the first Guy Pollock who amiles at) them. No! I will not be one of that) herd of yearners! The coy virgin/ brides. Yet probably i¢ the Prince were young and dared to face life— “I'm not half as well oriental as) ‘that Mrs. Dillon. So obviously ador- | Ming her dentist! And seeing Guy only as an eceentric fogy. “They weren't silk, Mra, Diflon'’s| stockings. They were lise, Her| Jegs are nice and sitm. But no nicer | ‘than mine. I hate cotton tops on [silk stockings... . Are my ankles \ getting fat? I will not have fat enkles! “No. I am fond of WIL His ‘work—one farmer he pulls thru @iphtheria ts worth all my yarmmer- ith baths. “This hat t so tight I must ch it. Gay liked it. “There's) the house. I'm awfully Time to get out the fur coat. if I'D ever have a beave: Nutria is not the same thin Reaver—gioaty. Like to rum my fin. gers over !t. Guy's mustache like Weaver. How utterly absurd! “I am, I am fond of Will, anéd—| n't Lever find another word than “He's home. He'll think I was out | “Why can’t he ever remember to down the shades? Cy Bogart ‘and all the beastly boys peeping In. the poor deer, he’s absent-mind- | d about minute—minush—whatever | word is. He has so much worry | while I do nothing but forget the hominy—* was flying Into the hall. Ken- looked up from the Journal of | _ the American Medical Assoctation. “Hello! What time did you get the lower @raft in the furnace.” | “Oh, I'm so sorry. But I don't} n forget things like that, do I? | She dropped into his lap and (after had jerked back his head to save | eyeglasses, and removed the| Blasses, and settled her in a position ‘tess cramping to his legs, and casual-| Wy cleared his throat) he kissed her | }iews than thirty times in the year) | always had a suspicion he did a good “Nope, I must say you're fairly geod about things like that. I wasn't kicking, I just meant I wouldn't} want the fire to go out on us, Leave | that draft o) and the fire might | burn up and go out on us, And the are beginning to get pretty cold again, Pretty cold on my drive I put the side-curtains up, it was so chilly But the generator is work ng all right now “Yea. It is obiily. after my walk,” But I feel fine | Go walking? went up to see the Perrys.” By @ definite act of will she added the truth: “They weren't In. And I saw Guy Pollock. Dropped into his office. “Why, you haven't been attting and chinning with him til eleven “Of © | sree there were some other | people there and wit What do you think of Dr, Westlake?" “Weatiake? Why?" “I noticed him on the street to day.” Was he limping? If the poor fish | would have his teeth X-rayed, I'l! | bet nine and a half cents he'd find an abscess there, ‘Rheumatism’ he Ms it, Rheumatism, hell! He's be hind the times, Wonder he doesn't bleed himsgelft Welllllill A pro found and serious yawn, “I hate to| break up the party, but ft's gettin late, and a doctor never knows whe he'll get routed out before morning.” | (She remembered that he had given | explanation, In these words, not | th “[ guess we better be trotting up to bed. I've wound the clock and looked at the furnace. Did you lock the front door when you came int ‘They trailed upstairs, after he had turned out the lights and twice test- ed the front door to make sure it was | fast, While they talked they were preparing for bed. Carol still sought to maintain privacy by undressing behind the sereen of the closet door. | Kennicott was not so reticent. To- night, as every night, she was Irrt tated by having to push the old plush chair out of the way before she! could open the closet door, Every | time she opened the door she shoved | the chair. ‘Ten times an hour, But | Kennicott Uked to have the chair in the room, and there was no place for | it except in front of the closet. | She pushed it, felt angry, bid her anger. Kennicott was yawning, more portentousty, The room smelled stale. She shrugged and became chatty: “You were speaking of Dr. West lake. Tell me—you've never summed him up: Is he really a good doctor?” “Oh yes, he's a wise old coot.” (There! You see there is no med- teal rivalry, Not in my house? she said triumphantly to Guy Pollock) She hung her silk petticoat on a closet hook, and went on, “Dr. West- lake is so gentle and scholarty—" “Well, I don’t know as I'd say he was such a whale of a scholar. I've deal of four-flushing about that. He likes to have people think he keeps up his French and Greek and Lord knows what all; and he's always got an old Dago book lying around the sitting-room, but I've got a hunch | he reads detective stories "bout like the reat of us, And I don't know where he'd ever learn so doggone many languages anyway! He kind of lets people assume he went to Har vard or Berlin or Oxford or some where, but I looked him up in the| medical directory, and he graduated from a hick college in Pennsylvania, | ‘way back in 1861!" “But this ts the important thing: Ts he an honest doctor?” “How do you mean ‘honest’? De pends on what you mean.” “Suppose you were sick. Would you call him in? Would you let me/| call him in?” “Not if I were well enourh to cuss and bite, I wouldn't! No, sirt 1 wouldn't have the old fake tn the ing palavering and soft-roaping. He's all right for an ordinary bellyache or holding some fool woman’s hand. but I wouldn't call him in for an honest-to-God fllness, not much wouldn't, no-sirt You know I don't do much back-biting, but same time — IM teN you, Carrie: I've never got over being sore at Westlake for the way he treated Mrs. Jonderquist Nothing the matter with her, what ghd ENTURES OF ot, Twi NS “What are you doing?” asked Nan the Twins looked in every direc} tion for the missing wives of the| igglefin gentlemen who had sent WWord of their troubles to Cap'n ‘Pennywinkle; then they came to the| of Mr. Rock-Fish Mr. Rock-Fish jerked open his p front door when the kiddies knocked, 80d began: “Well! This is a nice Val you to be getting ho- y lopped, perfectly amazed, be Cause he had expected to see his be F Bed wife, never dreaming that it Was anything so queer as the Twins. | Rever ween the like of them| But he was ctvil. He stopped | ing his little fine #o wildly, and | ond his tail around, and ¢ down, “How-do-you 40, 5 a. “I thought you were Anniec.”* panier” ried Nancy. “Who's! med he “Oh, my wife,” answered little Mr Fish in surprise. “Didn't you But come on in. if we're to keep on talking, I may as working!” And he opened his , wider, “Flow do you work?” asked Nick. “I didn't know fishes worked.” “If you'll come in, I'll show you,” said the little Wigglefin gentleman with dignity. 80 the Twins followed him. Pretty soon they came to a ring of little pebbles, and inside tt were | about a million tiny dots of things | too small for a name, Mr. Rock-Fish swam right over to these queer things and began to fan them with his fins, faster and faster, until he looked like a tiny thrashing ma chine or airplane or something like that. What icy. ining air Into the eggs so the | children will come out all right,” said Mr. Rock-Fish, panting. “I've been here all day. Don’t you think it's time Annie was home?” they thought so and said “We'll go and hunt her right away,” they said. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) are you doing?” asked #0. jot his heels WHEN DID You BUY THE TICKETS, TOM? | BOUGHT ‘THEM THREE OR FouR DAYS AGO AND } SUPPOSE WE MAY AS W PUT ‘THEM RIGHT IN “THIS PockET! she really needed was @ rest, but Westlake kept calling on her and calling on her for weeks, almost every day, and he sent her a good big fat bill, too, you can bet! I never did forgive him for that. Nice de cent hard-working people like the Jonderquista! In her batiste nightgown she was) standing at the bureau engaged in the invariable rites of wishing that she had a real dreasing-table with a triple mirror, of bending toward the streaky glass and raising her chin to inspect a pin-head mole on her throat, and finally of brushing her hair, In rhythm to the strokes she went on: “But, Win, there ten't any of what you might call financial rivalry between you and the partners Westlake ana McGanum—is there He flipped into bed with a solemn back-somersault and a Indicrous kick under the blankets. “Lord nol I never begrudge any man a nickel he can get away from me—fairly.” “Put io Westlake fair? Inn't he aly? “Sly ts the word. He's « fox, that boy?” She saw Guy Poflock’s grin tn the |mirror, She flushed. Kennicott, with his arms behind his head, was yawning: “Yump. He's smooth, too smooth. But I bet T make prett’ near as much an Wostinke and McGanum both to- gether, tho I've never wanted to grab more than my just share, If anybody wants to go to the partners instead of to me, that's his business. Tho I must say it maken me tired when Westinke gets hold of the Dawsons. Hefe Luke Dawson had been coming to me for every toe ache and a lot of -little things that | Just wasted my time, and then when his grandchild was here last summer and had summercomplaint, I sup- pose, or something like that, prob- ably—you know, the time you and I drove up to Lacqui-Mourt—why, Westlake got hold of Ma Dawson, and scared her to death, and mad her think the kid had appendicitis, and, by golly, if he and MeGanum didn’t operate, and holler their heads oft about the terrible adhesions they found, and what a regular Charley jand Will Mayo they were for classy surgery. They let on that if they'd waited two hours more the kid would have developed peritonitis, and God knows what all; and then they col lected a nice fat hundred and fifty dollars. And probably they'd have charged three hundred, if they hadn't been afraid of met I'm no hog, but I certainly do hate to give old Luke ten dollars’ worth of advice for a dollar and # half, and then see a hundred and fifty go glimmering. And if I can't do a better "pendeo- tomy than either Westlake or Mc- Ganum, I'll eat my hat!” As she crept into bed she was daz zied by Guy's blazing grin. She ex- perimented: “But Westlake ts cleverer than his son-in-law, don’t you think?” “Yes, Westlake may be old-fash- loned and all that, but he’s got a certain amount of intuition, while McGanum goes Into everything bull- headed, and butts his way thru like a damn yahoo, and tries to argue his patients into having whatever he diagnoses them as hav About the best thing Mac can do .» to stick to baby-enatching. He's just about on par with this bone-pounding chiropractor female, Mra. Mattie Gooch.” “Mra. Westinke and Mrs. McOan um, tho—they’re nice. They've been awfully cordial to me.” “Well, no reason why they shouldn’t be, is there? Oh, they’re nice enough—tho you can bet your bottom dollar they're both plugging for their husbands all the time, try- ing to get the business. And I don’t know as I call it so damn cordial in Mrs, McGanum when I holler at her on the street and she nods back Nke she had a sore neck. Still, she’s all right. It's Ma Westlake that makes the mischief, pussyfooting around all the time, But I wouldn't trust any Westlake out of the whole lot, and while Mrs. McGanum seems square enough, you don't never want to forget that she's Westlake’s daughter You bet!" “What about Dr. Gould? Don't you think he's worse than either Westlake or McGanum? He's #0 cheap—drinking, and playing pool, and always emoking cigars in such a cocky way—" “That's all right nowt Terry Gould is a good deal of a tin-horn sport, but he knows a lot about med icine, and don’t you forget it for one second!” She stared down .Guy's grin, and asked more cheerfully, “Is he’ hon est, too?” “00000000000! Gosh, I'm sleepy!” He burrowed beneath the bedclothes in a luxurious stretch, and came up like a diver, shaking his head, as he complained, “How's that? Who? e tucked hie legs) He smorted, | | | “Under the covers, back of the underbrush,” grandmother went on, “not a sound was heard but the soft, contented gurgles of the babies at their mothers’ breasts. “Ben felt his heart beat till he could hear it pounding in his ears Uke the footsteps of an approach- ing giant. “It was sweltery hot and close, beneath the thick covers, but not @ child complained, not one cried } out, nor questioned—ittle plo neers that they were, They lay still and waited. “Suddenly, with an awful yell, the Indians began to cross the stream. With guns and clubs ready, the white men gave an answering yell and ran to meet them, firing as they ran. “The Indians were confused by the noise of the nine guns and in the darkness they had no way to tell how many of the white men there might be, “There was a splashing In the stream, there were hoarse grunts and low crys, but the settlers shouted and fired, fired and shout ed into the darkness, aiming at nothing, doing their best to frighten off the savages, HOLD YouR HORSES A ! ELL e__MINUTE : GO BACK HOME NOW - WHERE CAN | GET “TWO FoR TONIGHT P OUT, SIR END MSA S-Se0T SAY gy Th PROMSE You “Under the covers there was terror. No one could tell whether white men or Indians were in re treat, no one could tell whether or not the next moment the flimsy Protection of their little shelter would be torn away with rough hands and the whole party killed or taken captive, The shouting and firing continued, but it gradu- ally became clear that the shouts were the shouts of white men and there was not fear or rage in them,. but victory and great thanksgiving. “Morning dawned at last and not an Indian save only little Columbus with short hair and civ- ilized clothes was in sight. “Dew sparkled on the grass, birds sang in the trees, the little river rippled on as before, bacon. frying over the campfire sent out pleasant odors. Ben walked slow- ly to the river bank trying to make it seem real, but the blood on the trafl the Indians had taken proved to him the night had not been a dream. “That was the end of the trouble with the Indians tn that party, and before long they reach- ed Oregon City, where they met again the friends from whom they had parted when they took the Southern trail” wakKkKkn ‘Terry Gould honest? Don’t start me laughing—I'm too nice and sleepy! I didn't say be was honest. I said he had savvy enough to find the in- dex in ‘Gray's Anatomy,’ which is more than McGanum can do! But I didn’t say anything about his being jhonest, He isn’t, Terry i# crooked jas a dog’s hind leg. He's done me | more than one dirty trick. He told | Mrs. Glorbach, seventeen miles out, that I wasn't up-to-date in obstetrics. Fat lot of good it did him! She came right in and told me! And Terry's lazy. He'd let a pneumonia pattent choke rather than interrupt a poker game,” “Oh no, I can't believe” “Well now, I'm telling you” “Does he play much poker? Dr. | Ditlon told me that Dr. Gould want ed him to play—" “Dillon told you what? Where'd you meet Dillon? He's just come to town,” “Hoe and his wife were at Mr, Pol- lock’s tonight,” “Say, uh, what'd you think of them? Didn't Dillon strike you as pretty light-waisted?”’ “Why no. I'm sure he's mucl than our denti “Well now, the old man is. good dentist. He knows his business. And Dillon— 1 wouldn't cuddle up to the He seemed intelligent nh more wide-awake na WELL COME ON HOME - You'RE A FINE DISAPPOINTMENT. QOH LOL L\ JT OH, HELEN! F WAIT A MINUTE, +] }1 FOUND ’em! THESE TICKETS WERE FOR _ 4 LAST NIGHT! “THE DAY AUNT SARAH PEABODY FOUND S@ EMPTY STOMACH BITTER BOTTLES INTHE WOODSHED- BEGIN HERE TODAY ‘The story is told by May Scott, @ girl ory her gu dian, whom she calls Motherdear; jon, @ vain leading man; Nandy Anderson, a publicity writer, and his wife Polly, F who belloy other actore and GO ON WITH STORY “But Sheldon’s fan mail! Con- sider the size of it! Polly Anderson exclaimed. “Just think how it would sear Sheldon’s vanity to be told that there's one girl in this world who doesn’t want him to kiss her! “He knows it, all right!” I sald, Motherdear regarded me with per- always considered Sheldon very much of a gentleman. His manners indicate a careful bringing- jup.” Polly gave her husband a swift | glance. She is not so very old, but | she’s always looking at me, the com. |pany’s youngest star, in such a su- |perior way! As if there were heaps Jand heaps of things going on in the | world which I don't know a thing about! Motherdear looks just that way sometimes, Only Polly Anderson liooks as if she thought it would be better for me if I did understand, Ditions too close, if I were you. All right for Pollock, and that’s none of our business, but we— I think I'd just give the Dillons the glad hand and pass ‘em up.” | “But why? He Isn't a rival” ‘That's all—right!" Kennicott was aggressively awake now. “He'll | work right in with Westlake and MoGanum. Matter of fact, I sus- for his locating here. ‘They'll be sending him patients, and he'll send all that he ean get hold of to them, I don’t trust anybody that's too much handin-glove with Westlake, You give Dillon a shot at some fellow that’s just bought a farm here and drifts into town to get his teeth looked at, and after Dillon gets thru with him, you'll see him edging around to Westlake and MeGanum, every time!” Carol reached for her blouse, which hung on a chair by the bed She draped it about her shoulders, and sat up studying Kennicott, her chin in her hands, In the gray light from the small electric bulb down the hall she could see that he was frowning, (Continued a , while Motherdear seems doubt! “May, let's be serious! Nandy spoke with decision. “The idea that any living movie star doesn't like to be kissed by a movie hero like Cissy won't take with the public a-tall’’ “But it's perfectly true for me! So why can’t you say so?” It's all in the business, May, dear!’ interruptea Motherdear in her philosophic tone, My pride was pricked. “But, despite Cissy, I leave ft to you, Nandy—haven’t I done my sen- timental best in ‘Bonded Love?” I demanded. “You've been a perfect peach, May!’ Nandy was enthusiastic, much in pect they were largely responsible |j Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1931, Seattle Star) CHAPTER II—I'M A MYSTERY TO POLLY “Even Demafson was surprise” M. Dematison ts my director, “For myself I can’t imagine a child not yet 17 can register emotions of an abandoned commented Polly. “Especially hoi she can register ‘forgiveness’ of ta I didn’t try to explain. All I knew about my system acting was that the business of ftself as the scenario prog When the director shouted “Can mera-at” I moved on the stage as if I were in a world of my dreams. I seemed to have beeh there fore—no matter what kind of a. 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