The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 9, 1921, Page 11

M ? The Story of € WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1921, AIN STREET ‘arol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. (Continued From Yesterday) ™ They slept on a feather bed with felr fur coats over them; tn the morning they broke ice in the pitch er—the vast flowered and gilt pitcher. Kennicott’s storm had not come. When they set out it was harty and growing warm. After a mile she saw that he was studying a dark cloud in the north, He urged the horses to the run. But she forgot his unusual haste tn wonder at the tragic landscape. The pale snow, the prickles of old stubble, and the! clumps of ragged brush faded into & gray obscurity, Under the hillocks were cold shadows. The willows About a farm house were agitated i by the rising wind, and the patches of bare wood where the bark had ed away were white as (We flesh of a leper, The snowy slews were of a harsh fatness, The whole land was cruel, and a climbing cloud of slate-edged blackness domi nated the sky. “Guess we're about tm for a bite mr,” speculated Kennicott. “We can make Ben MeGonegal's, any- way.” “Bitezard? Really? Why— But stil we used to think they were fun when I was a girl, Daddy had to stay home from court, and we'd stand at the window and watch the snow.” “Not much fun on the prairie. Get lost. Freeze to death Take Ro chances.” He chirruped at the horses, They wete flying now, the carriage rocking on the hard ruty.} The whole air suddenly crystal- Maed into large damp fakes. @ white ridge The air became » The snowflakes were . hard shot in level lines, claw was stern. He dent the reins firm in his coon- stuntiets, She was certain that get thru, He always got for his presence, the world i normal living disappeared lost In the boiling snow. close to bawl, “Letting have their heads. They'll She tried to, brave ay she Such a sight met their eyes! oodnesat’ cried Nancy, looking way and that way and every- under the water for the out wives. “Where cay they ” " answered Nick, “wherever are, they must all be together. is keeping one, must be) them all.” ly Nancy said, “Tistent’ and held up a warning finger. Nick heard something, too. So they slipped off quietly thru the water in their Green Shoes toward the place the sounds were coming from, and Peeped thru a tangle of pop-weed. Buch a sight met their eyes! And such a noise met their ears! It was Worse than a meeting of the “Tues- day Ladies’ club.” Mrs. Corkwing ‘Was saying, “Yes, but the fashion is to be thin and supple and wear tight-fitting clothes like mine. Also sequins (fish-scales) are all out of style! And pale yellow is the shade, The| horses and the buffalo robe were) covered with snow; her face was! wet; the thin butt of the whip held) siackened and sawed and jerked sharply again at the racing horses. | They stopped. “Farm house there, Put robe around you and come on,” he cried. | It was like diving into icy water to climb out of the carriage, but on the ground she smiled at him, her face little and childish and pink above the buffalo robe over her shoulders. In a swirl of fakes! | which seratehed at their eyes like! }& maniac darkness, he unbuckled | the harness. Me turned and plod ded back, a ponderous furry figure, holding the horges’ bridles, Carol's | hand dragking at bis sleeve. | ‘They came to the: cloudy bulk of | a barn whose outer wall was dt rectly upon the road, Feeling along it, he found a gate, led them into! @ yard, into the' barn. The interlor | was warm. It stunned them with its languid quiet. He carefully drove.the horses into! stalls. Her toes were coals of pain, “Let's run fog. the house,” she*said, | “Can't. Not yet. Might never) find it. Might get lost ten feet from it, Sit over in this stall, near} the horses. We'll rush the house when the biixeard lifts,” “I'm so stiff! 1 can't walk” He carried her into the stall, stripped off her overshoes and boots, stopping to blow on his purple fin-| gers as he fumbled at her laces, He} rubbed her feet, and covered her | with the buffalo robe and horse-| | blankets from the pile on the foed- |box. She was drowsy, hemmed tn/ by the storm. She sighed: | “You're so strong and yet so ski-| ful and not afraid of blood or storin or" “Used to it. Only thing that's bothered me was the chance the ether fumes might explode, last} night.” “I don't understand.” “Why, Dave, the darn fool, sent me ether, instead of chloroform like I told him, and you know ether furnes are mighty inflammable, expe- clally with that lamp right by the table, But I had to operate, of} course-—-wound chuck-full of barn- yard filth that way.” “You knew all the time that-— Both you and I might have been biown up? You knew it while you were operating?” “Sure. Didn't you? Why, what's the matter?” CHAPTER XVI 1 Kennicott was heavily pleased by her Christmas presenta, and he gave her a diamond bar-pin. But she could not persuade herself that he was much interested in the rites of the morning, in the tree she had decorated, the three stockings she tmd hung, the ribbons and gilt seals and hidden messages. He said only: “Nice way to fix things, all right What do you say we go down to [for this season, so I'm the most fash- jonable. You'd better vote for mer’ | _“Humpht!" cried Mra. Two-Spot | Goby. “One color! Why, I'm four |Colors. And took at the lovely spots |I've got! Two on each side. No, | you'd better Vote for mer’ | “Spotar’ interrupted Mrs, Wrasse, lor Mrs, Rock.Fish, which she pre |ferred on her calling cards. “Why, I'm potka-dotted with them. Just jlook! And I'm striped, too, as well lan being every color. You'd better | vote for mef* “Oh, but you're blind. You can searcely see,” said Mra. Blenny, egw up her nose. “No, as 1 have | the best sense and can stand up for my rights, I'd make the best-prest- jdent. Besides, I can turn my eyes jin different direction® at once, and jean see everything.” Wasn't it the limit? (To Be Continued (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Atar) Never say “Aspirin” without saying “Bayer.” WARNING! 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Jack Elder's and have a game of! five hundred thi afternoon?” She remembered her father's Christmas fantasies: the sacred old rag doll at the top of t tree, the score of cheap presents, the punch and carols, the roast chestnuts oy the fire, and the gravity with which the judge opened the children’s scrawly notes and took cognizance jof demands for sled-rides, for opin fons upon the existence of Santa Claus. She remembered him read. ing out a long Indictment of him self for being sentimentalist awainst the peace and dignity of the state of Minnesota, She re membered his thin legs twinkling before their sled-— She muttered unsteadity, “Must run up and put on my shoes—alip-| pers so cold.” In the not very! romantic solitude of the locked bath: | room she sat on the slippery edge! of the tab and wept. | bt Kennicott had five hobbies: medi-/ eine, land-investment, Carol, motor. ing, and hunting. It js not certain in what order he preferred them Solid tho his enthusiasms were in the matter of medicine—his admira- tion of this city surgeon, his con- dermnation of that for tricky ways of persuading country practitioners to bring im surgical patients, his indignation about feesplitting, his pride in as new zray apparatue— none of these beatified him as did motoring. He nureed his two-year-old Bulck even in-winter, when it was stored in the stablegarage belfind the house. He filied the grease-cups, varnished a fender, removed from beneath the back seat the debria of gloves, copper washers, crumpled maps, dust, and greasy rags. Win ter noons he wandered out and stared owlishly at the car. He be came excited over a fabulous “trip we might take next summer.” He) galloped to the station, brought) home raflway maps, and traced) motor-routes from Gopher Prairie to Winnipeg or Des Moines or! Grand Marais, thinking aloud and expecting her to be effusive about such academic questions as “Now I wonder if we could stop at Bara boo and break the jump from La Crosse to Chicago?” ‘To him motoring was a faith not to be questioned, a high-church cult, with electric sparks for candles, and! piston rings possewming the sanctity of altar-veseels, His liturgy was composed of intoned and metrical road comments: “They say there’s| @ pretty good hike from Dyluth to International Falls.” . Hunting was equatty a devotion, full of metaphysical concepts vetled| from Carol, All winter he read sporting catalogs, and thought about | remarkable past shots: “'Member| that time when I got two ducks on a long chance, just at sunset? At least once a month he drew his favorite repeating shotgun, bis| “pump gun,” from its wrapper of! greased canton flannel; he olled the trigger, and spent silent ecstatic! momen{s aiming at the ceiling. Sun-| day mornings Carol heard him trudging up to the attic and ‘here, an hour later, she found him turn- ing over boots, wodden duck decoys, | lunch boxes, or reflectively squint- ing at old shells, rubbing their! brass caps with his sleeves and shaking his head as he thought about their usclessness. He kept the loading tools he had used as a boy: capper for shot- gun shells, a mold for lead bullets. When once, in a housewifely frenzy | for getting rid of things, she raged, “Why don't you give these away he solemnly defended them, “Well,| you can’t tell; they might come in| handy some day.” She flushed. She wondered tf he! was thinking of the child they would have when, as he put it, th were “sure they could afford one.” Mysteriously aching, nebulously she slipped away, half. con- vinced but only hit convinced that it was horrible and unnatural, this postponement of release of mother. affection, this sacrifice to her opinionation and to his cautious de sire for prosperity. “But it would be worse if he were Nike Sam Clark—ineisted on having children,” she considered; then, “If Will were the Prince, wouldn't 1 demand his ehild?”* Kennicott’s land deals were both financial advancement and favorite game. Driving thru the country, he noticed which farms had good crops; he heard the news about the restless farmer who was “thinking about selling out here and pulling his freight for Alberta.” He asked the veterinarian about the value of different breeds of stock; he in- quired of Lyman Cass whether or not Elnar Gyseldson really had had yield of 40 bushels of wheat to the acre, Hoe was always consult ing Julius Flickerbaugh, who han- EVERETT TRUE 4 Ee ar * OF. * * David was silent and Peesy drew her breath in a quick little half sob, “Oh, the poor, poor men and the oxen!’ she cried. Yen,” the little lady answered, “yes, the poor, poor men. I can soe those things so plain, #0 plain, {t doesn’t seem possible that it is 71 years ago. “J don’t know how sorry the stubborn men were who had caused the tragedy, but I remem. ber how serious it made things for the rest of us. You see it was only by planning ever so carefully that people could carry enough food in their wagons to last the families for from six to seven months, “You know how they did {t— filled an extra wagon with so many sacks of floug, so much sugar, so many strips of bacon, sacks of coffee, boxes of tea and #0 on, counting up how much they would need for a meal and multiplying by the long months of meals to be eaten on the plains. “Well, the two wagons which sank, had“only the drivers In them, no other people, but they were packed full of foodstuff, all the foodstuff for those two big families and all the extra clothing they were carrying. “Father said, ‘You have put us in a serious plight, gentlemen. We cannot send you back without food; we have each of us only By Mabel C Page TELL ME WHAT A CONJUNCTION |S, AND COMPOSE A SENTENCE epee ~Reinb * ' Qoattle kK he & iceland _* SAVED BY AN UGLY FACE 516 food enough for his own family. It will make the trip unnecessar- ily hard for eyerybody, but we will, of course, divide with you as we can.” “Twenty-four extra people to feed three times every day from the scant store carried for the rest of ust Father looked ve, ‘Twenty healthy children be clothed from the meager supply for the rest of us! “ ‘Weshall do what we can,’ he sald. “He uned to take my hand and Jet me walk with him away from the rest of the camp when we stopped at evening time. I loved to feel the whip of my curls about my face as I ran beside him in the Prairie wind and I loved the betng off alone with daddy. We were great eo sunset time he called, ‘Com follow up that gulch n find some good & ; there neems to ha it we for the been a great many spot not long ago mpers on this their cattle have W the gulch and, rounding a bend, came upon the soone of en Indinn massa “The ground wax covered white with the feathers from the beds of the net- tlers, which the savages bad ripped open in their fury. Ket and clothing, dishes and bite of treasured household furnishings were acattered about and other things too dreadful to tell to little folks. atood trembling and horror- Little girl,’ father said, in his arma, “don't y r. 8 sick with fear of Ti taking diane now. (To Be Continued) awkken. estate than law, He reat died more real and more law than Justice. studied township maps, and notices of auctions, ‘Thus he was able to buy a quar ter section of land for one hundred and fifty dollars an acre, and to sell it in a year or two, after installing a cement floor in the barn and run- ning water in the house, for one hundred Sy eighty or even two hundred, He spoke of these details to Sam Clark. . « « rather often. In all his games, cars and guns and jand, he expected Carol to take an interest. But he did not give her the facts which might have created interest. He talked only of the obvious tedious aspects, never of his aspirations In finance, nor.of the mechanical principles of motors, This month of romance she was eager to understand his hobbies, She shivered in the garage while he spent half an hour in deciding whether to put alcohol or patent non-freezing liquid into the radiator, or to drain out the water entirely, a no, then I wouldn't want to take h@P out if it turned warm— still, of ‘course, I could fill the radiator again--wouldn't take so awful long—Just take a few pails of water—still, if it turned cold on an Off Day HELLO,HELEN! HOW'S LITTLE WIFEY TODAY? WOULD YOU CARE IF | STAYED DOWN FOR A WHILE THIS EVENING P WNL SAU PT MRA les, Except It’s Wrong | A CONJUNCTION IS | A WORD CONNECTING ANYTHING, SUCH AS "THE HORSE IS KITCHED To TE FENCE BY WIS HAUTER"= HALTER IS A CHAPTER BEGIN HERE TODAY told by May Scott, a gtr! Polly, and McMasters, & producer, who elieves hin stare should have had ‘expert os Then there are other actors and actresses, While Motherdear renewed the compresses on my light-burned*eyes, 1 asked her how Cissy could look so like the Watts picture of Sir Galla- had in the other room, and yet be so unreliable, “Why, he will promise anything to anybody with the most fascinating | appearance of sincerity. I think he jis always sincere when he promises. And then he'll break his word for jany old excuse!" “Cissy is chivalry personified,” Motherdear agreed, “and a genius at forgetting! His profile is ador- able, as all the girls say. But I really believe that his vanity gov- erns him. And that is equaled only by the size of his fan mail. His mail is so immense that he'd haye been starred months ago-~if only the di- rectors could rely on him.” Motherdear departed for another cloth, What she sald was too true, The | directors never could trust Cissy to |follow instructions, They could |rely on him'to break every regula- tion of the studios. And he was kept on in the company only because of his popularity with the fans, His mail was the one thing Cissy we me again before I drained it— Course there's some people that put in kerosene, but they say ft rots the hose-connections and-—- Where did 1 put that lug-wrench?” Tt was at this point that she gave up being a motorist and retired to the house, In their new Intimacy he was more communicative about his prac: tice; he informed her, with the invariable warning not to tell, that Mrs, Sunderquist had another baby coming, that the “hired girl at How- Jand's was in trouble.” But when sho asked technical questions he did not know how to answer; when she inquired, “Exactly what is the method of taking out the tonsils?’ he yawned, “Tonsilectomy? Why you just If there's pus, you oper- ate, Just take ‘em out, Seen the newspaper? What the devil did Boa do with it?” She'did not try again. (Continued Tomorrow) NO,| DON?T CARE YOu CAN STAY DOWM ALL NIGHT IF YOu WANT To. Goop Bye! 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