The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 12, 1921, Page 11

AIN STREE The Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLA Copyright, 192 eee {Continued From Yesterday) ! IV j They had all the experiences of provincials in a me After | preakfast. Carol bustled hair Gresser’, bought gloves and a bloure, we accerdance with plans lid down fevieed, and verified. They admir fhe diamonds and furs and frosty giverware and mahogany chairs and ished morocco sewing boxes in shop windows, and were abashed by the throngs in the department stores, ‘and were bullied by a clerk into buy ing too many ehirts for Kertnicott, | and gaped at the “clever velty | perfumes—just in f Carol got th ‘and spent an exultant b Jing herself that she cou id not Phils rajahsilk frock, ir how envious it would make J dock, in closing her Kennicott went from shop shop, earnestly hunting Gown a feltcovered device to keep the windshield of his car clear of rain. | They dined extravagantly at their potel at night, and next morning gneaked round the corner to mize at a Childs’ restaurant. They were tired by threes in the after oon, and dosed at the motion-pic- tures and eald they wished they were back in Gopher Prairie-—and by | eleven in the evening they were, again so lively that they went to a Chinese restaurant that was fre) quented by clerks and their sweet hearts on pay-days. They sat at a teak and marble table eating Eggs) ‘Fooyung, and listened to a brassy} automatic piano, and were altogeth @f cosmopolitan. | On the street they met people! from home—the McGanums. They/ Jaughed, shook hands repeatedly, > and exclaimed, “Well, this ts quite colncitence™ They agked when’ McGanums had come'down, and) d for news of the town they Jeft two days before. Whatever “the McGanums were at home, here they stood out as so superior to-all the undistinguishable strangers ab- surdly hurrying past that the Ken: 4 Nicotts held them as long as they| could, The McGanums said good. bye as though they were going to ‘Tibet instead of to the station to eatch No, 7 north. ‘They explored Minneapotix. Kenni- cott was conversational and techni- cal regarding gluten and cockle-cy! Inders and No. 1 Hard, when they Were shown through the gray stone » hulks and new cement elevators of | the largest flour-mills in the world. | They looked across Loring Park and | the Parade to the towers of St Mark's and the Procathedral, and the red roofs of houses climbing Kenwood Hill, They drove about the chain of garden-ctreled Inkes, and | viewed the houses of the millers and potentates of the expanding city. surveyed the small eccentric | ingalows with pergolas, (the houses | pebbiedash and tapestry brick | h sleeping: in warn rd eyes, and no. if pario and one vast incredible a u framing the Lake of the. Isles. They tramped shining-new section of apartment- houses; not the tall bleak apartments | ‘0f Eastern cities, but low structures cheerful yellow brick, tn which | ch flat had its glass-enclosed porch h swinging couch and acarlet fons and Russian brass bowls. | “Between a waste of tracks and a/ “raw gouged hill they found poverty | ‘in staggering shanties. / They saw miles of the city which | “they, had never known in their days of absorption tn college. They were! Aistinguixhed explorers, and they re- Marked, in great mutual esteem, “| bet Harry Haydock'’s never seen the, City like this! Why, he'd never have | sense enough to study the machin- ery in the mills, or go through all \fyrian gtuffs of topaz and cinnabor. ‘these outlying districts. Wonder folks in Gopher Prairie wouldn't use as legs and explore, the way wi They had two meals with Carol's | , and were bored, and felt that which beatifies married) when they suddenly admit ‘that they equally dislike a relative) of etther of them. | only porches: above sun | mm LEWIS Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. Kennicott suggested not going darn tired from all this walking DOINGS OF THE NUI IF ANYBODY COMES W To SEE ME TODAY AND THEY LOOK LIKE A COLLECTOR DON’T LET EM IN ~ TELL’EM | CAN'T SEE don't know but what we better turn | in early and get rested up." from duty that Carol dragged, him and herself out of the wart hotel, into a stinking \roliéy, up the brownstone steps of the converted eaidence whigh lugtbriously housed the dramatic echool Vv They were in a long whitewashed hall with a clumsy draw-curtain across the front, The folding chairs were filled with people who looked washed and ironed; parents of the puplis, girl students, dutiful teach ers Strikes me It's going to be punk If the firat play isn't good beat it,” sald Kennicott hopefully. All right," she yawned. With she tried to read the Mats characters, which were hidden among lifeless advertisements of pianos, candy She regarded the Schnitsler play with no vast interest. The actors moved and spoke stiffly. Just as its cynicism waa beginning to rouse her village-dutted frivolity, It was over, “Don't think a whale of a lot of that. How about taking a sneak? petitioned Kennicott, “Oh, let's try the next one, ‘Tow He Lied to Her Hteband.’” The Shaw conce!t amused her, and perplexed Kennicott “Strikes me it's darn fresh. Thought it would be racy. Don't know as I think much of a play where a husband actually claims he wants a fellow to make love to his wife. No husband ever did that! Shall we shake a leg?” “I want to see this Yeate thing, “Land of Heart's Desire’ T used to Jove it In college.” She was awake now, and urgent. “I know you didn't care so much for Yeats when T read him aloud to you, but you Just see tf you don't adore him on the stage.” Most of the cast were as unwiel@y as oak chaire marching, and the net ting was an arty arrangement of batik scarfs and heavy tables, but Maire Rruin was stim as Carol, and larger-eyed, and her volce was a morning bell and on her lifting volee was trans- ‘ported from thie sleepy small-town husband and af the rows of polite let's hay eyes or parents to the titty loft of a thatehed | cottage where in a green dimness, beside a window caressed by tinder branches, she bent over a chronicle of twilight women and the ancient gods. “Well—osh—nice kid played that girl—cood-looker,” sid Kennicott |"Want to tay for the last piece? Hen She shivered. She @id not anewer. The curtatn was again drawn) aside. On the stage they saw noth ing bat lone areen curtains and « leather chatr. Two young men in brown robes like furnifure-covers were gesturing vacuously and dron ing cryptic sentences full of repets tone. Tt_was Carcfs first hearing of ny. sympathized with the restless Kennicott as he felt in hie pocket for a clear and unhappily put it back! Without understanding when or how, without a tangible change In the stilted intoning of the stage puppets, she was conscious of an other timeennd place. Stately and aloof among vain glorious tiring-maids, a queen in robes that murmured on the marble floor, she trod the gallery of # crumbling palace. In the courtyard. In her, Carol lived, | Tt was! | FRECKLES AND HIS AW-You AINT *\®@ $'MUCH-* TLL HIT music denteny, restaurants, | | carrier” | She was Syrian queen. | She} was Mrs. Dr. Kennicott, She fell with a jolt Into a whitewashed hall and sat looking at two seared girls and a young man in wrinkled tighte Kennicott fondly rambled as they left the hall: “What the deuce did that Inst epte! mean? Couldn't make head or tail jot it. If that's highbrow drama, give me a cowpuncher movie, every time! Thank God, that’s over, and we can get to bed. Wonder if we wouldn't make time by walking over to Nicollet to take a car? One thing I will say for that dump: they had, it warm enough. Must have a big hot-air furnace, how much coal it takes to run through the winter?" In the car he affectionately patted [her knee, and he was for a second | the striding youth in armor; then he wan Doc Kennicott of Gopher Prairte land she was recaptured by Maln | Street. Never, not all her life, would she behold jungles and the tombs of kings. There were strange things tn the world, they really existed; but she would never see them. She would recreate them In pinys! She would make the dramatic as- sociation understand her aspiration. | ‘They would, surely they would She looked doubtfully at the tm penettable reality of yawning trolley | condnetor and sleepy ngers and) | placards advertising soap and under. | | wear, | | CHAPTER XVII! I no ‘em She hurried to the first meeting of | Ithe play-rending committee, Her! } jungle romance had faded, but she jretained a religious fervor. a surge! of half-formed thought about the jereation of beauty by suggestion. A Dunaany play would be too dif | ficult for the Gopher Prairie asso }clation. She would let them com elentmnts trumpeted, and smart men | promixe on Shaw—-on “Androcles and with beards dyed crimaon stood with | the Lion.” which had just bedn pub. blood-stained hands folded upon | shed. their hilts, guarding the caravan | The committee was compored from El Sharnak, the camels with| Carol, Vida Sherwin, Guy Pollock Raymie Wutherspoon and Juanita Beyond the turrets of the guter wall! Haydock. They were exalted by the the jungle glared and shrieked, and | picture of themselves ax being simul the sun was furious above drenched | tancously busineswlike and artistie orchids. A youth came striding | They were entertained by Vida fn throuch the nteel-bomsed doors. the|the parlor of Mra. Elisha Gurrey's sword-bitten doors that were higher |poarding-house, with its steel en. than ten tall men. He waa tn flexible | graving of Grant at Appomattox, its mail. and under the rim of his plan- | basket of stereoscopic views, and its ished morion were amorous curls. | mysterious stains on the gritty car His hand was out to hee! before she | pet. THE SEATT ‘RS: YES S1R,B TL Give 7’ THe skips! FRIE TAG ALONG! MARCH INTO TE Mouse! EVERETT TRUE So You'Re LsAyv YOUR VACATION, You MeaRD FROM \FRIGAD oft\- ‘ar * ‘ OF LE STAR A Wise O ’D LIKE TO SEB MR. DUFF, PLEASE NO CHANCE, LADY HE ISN’T SEEING ANY BODY “TODAY! | ffice Boy BUT | WANT To SEE TREATING LITTLE RAY UKE J MAT YOURE GOING To BE LocvED nue See me fae FoR A HALF HouR! S, 48'S BEEN HAve NGM wees SENDING ME Some smrt CHEAP Sovvenie POST Can vs! HGe'S GOT LOTS Ce DOUGH, Bort}! Goattle kK _ So it was with affection bat also|touched it she could feel its} ‘with weariness that they approached | warmth— the evening on which Carol was to} “Gosh all hemlock! What the see the plays at the dramatic school. dickens 1s af this’ stuff mbout / ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Barton The first persons they met were Puffy Porpoise and his wife. Well, Nick and Nancy started off ibe a grampus, I was just going | to find out where the new island lashore when it opened its mouth and | was. They rode Curly, the sea-horse, | offered to take me in. Said it had | as Cap'n Pennywinkle said he could |eaten 14 seals and 13 porpoises that spare him, besides he was afraid |day, and it just had room for one | something might happen to their more.” Green Shoes. |, "Oh, my?’ said Nancy, “what did| They started North, and the first |You do?” | persons they met were Puffy Por-| “Beat it,” wheezed Puffy, turning | poise and his wife, whistling for joy.| somersault. “I mean I swam away | Why, 1 don't know, but of all the | hard as ever I could. No! No| Joyful people you ever saw, porpoises |more Islands for me, You might ask | are the most joyful. They leaped |some of the seals.” } and bounded for quite a while before| So off to some rocks rode the they would stay still enough to listen | Twins on Curly—some rocks where to what the Twins were saying, or|everal seals lay warming them rather what they wer asking. selves th the sun. ‘ “Island! exclaimed Puffy Por-| .“!ave we seen an island?” repeat ine. “I haven't seen an island for ed an old seal, thoughtfully. “Mun- @ blue moon, and what's more, 1|2°¢4% but no new ones, that T can don’t want to see one—not for a remember, my friends. Why don’t green moon, nor a red moon, nor yet you ank the sea-rulle! They fly every- 1 tla 1 as the Tortoy aabied a aula ana io the Twins aake the gulls, an “Why? asked Nick. |what do you think—one old fellow Putt spouted some water out of the |knew! of his head before he answered ipland I saw turned out to 4 i (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Beatle Stary | since we're going to try to do some Vida was an advocate of culture. buying and effictency-syetems, She hinted that they ought to have fas at the committe meetings of the Thanatopsis) a “regular orter of! businens,” and “the reading of the minutes,” but as there were no min utes to read, and as no one knew! exactly what was the regular order of the business of being lterary, they had to give up efficiency as chairman, said politely be uu any ideas about what play we'd better give first?” She | waited for them to look abashed and ao that she might suggest vacant “Androcles Guy Pollock concerting readiness, answered with dis | “TN tell you; artistic, and not simply fool around, I believe we ought to give something clastic. How about ‘The School for Seandal'?” j “Why-—— Don't you think that| has been done a good deal?” _ “Yes, perhaps it has.” Carol was ready to say, “How about Bernard Shaw? when he treacherously went on, “How would it be then to give a Greek drama— Oedipus Tyrannus’? | “Why, 1 don't believe ” i Vida Sherwin intruded, “I'm sure that would be too hard for us. Now I've brought something that I’think would be awfully jolly.” She held out, and Carol ineredu-| lously took, a thin gray pamphlet | entitled ‘MoCigerty’s Mother-in-law.” | It was the sort of farce which ts ad-| vertised In “school entertainment” | catalogues as: | Rirpoaring knock-out, 5 m. 3 f.,| time 2 hra., interfor set, popular with churches and all high-class occasions, Carol glanced from the senbrous object to Vida, and realized that #hi not joking | Rut this e—this fe—why, it's fust a Why, Vida, 1 thought you! appreciated—well—appreciated art.” | Vida snorted, “Oh, Art. Oh yes.) I do ike art. It's very nice. But after all, what doos it matter what | kind of play we give as long as we get the association started? The} thing that matters Ie something that) none of you have spoken of, that is:| what are we going to do with the/ money, if we make any? 1 think it would be awfully nice if we pre semted the high school_avith a full set of Stoddard’s travel-lectures!™ Carol moaned, “Oh, but Vida dear, 4o forgive me, but this farce—~ Now what Td like us to give ts something distinguished, Say Shaw's thing say ‘ + + = abel Cleland » zAN . E Page 519 SAVED BY A FOOL “Its a perfectly fiendish plot,’ strange sounds in his throat, wav I heard father say to a man as! ing his arms, he would go close up they stood for a minute just out-| to an Indian. The Indian would side the wagon where I it in| drop back and back till he was a shrinking dread,” continued the] little behind the last wagon. little lady-with-white-curis. iy “‘Dor't you see? Look at th island, look at the eddies round it Anything thrown the cliff here would be caught in that} eddy and whirled to the island; the ready to catch and draw in what- ever they want of what the eddy throws them.’ “What can we do? the man asked, his voice hoarse with fear} and dread. “We only do what little we are able in trying hold the oxen to trail; if ope team became unmanageable in such « place I| fear all would be lost. I do not know! I do not know! ‘They were | wise, but they could think of no} way in which they could save us| all from being thrown far down that awful precipice. “But in his twisted brain the crazy boy had a plan. “Making himself as queer and uttering “By ones, by twos, and threes, he gradually drove them all back | till not one was beside a wagon. “Then giving one scream after another, he ran them, and using the long handle of the ox whip which he carried he rushed at them and beat them with all of his strength about their bare legs. “Ho certainly looked like a wild thing, like a maniac while he raged, and the Indians believing already witehed, protected thing, dared not touch him “They evil spirits,,and were very su; stitfous, and they took no chances with that strange white lad with his queer eyes and queer noises. “So they leaped to their horses and rode back along the trail, back toward thé rolling plains, back to meet and destroy other trains of emigrants who had no | wise fool to protect them." from at ¢ are savages on the tstand| that he was a thing be eo a super-human, spirit- believed in all sorts of brave men and) as possible, proper! it would be a very risky thing for our young folks to ree. It seems to me that a play that doesn’t leave a nicetaste in the mouth and that hasn't any message is nothing but nothing but— Well, whatever it may be, it isn't art. So-—- Now I've found ‘a play that is clean, and there's |some awfully funny scenes in It, too, \1 laugh#a out loud, rending it. It's loalled ‘His ge Heart,’ and it's jabout a young man in college who gets in with a lot of free-thinkers and boozers and everything, but in the end his mother’s influence—” Juanita Haydock broke in with a Androcles.’. Have any of you read it?’ . Good play," sald Guy Pol Raymie Wutherspoon as: toundingly spoke up: “go have L. 1 read thru all the plays in the public library, so’s to be ready for this meeting. And— But 1 don't belleve you grasp the irre- ligious idens in this ‘Androcles,’ Mra. Kennieott, 1 guess the feminine mind ts too innocent to understand all these immoral writers. I'm sure 1 don’t want to eriticize Bernard Shaw; | understand he is very popu- lar with the highbrows in Minygeapo- lis; but just the same— As fur as I can make out, he's downright im- mothor’s Influchce! I bay let's give , | discomfort derisive, “Oh rats, Raymie!* Can the John Grimm, a millionaire. .,... PAGE 44 | Five, Ten FIFTEEN, TWENTY,| KNOW IT- THAT BY BLOSSER WELL, MOM, AINT NOU AFRAI Too? y THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT WEATHE! DID NOT COME IN ON TRAN NUMBER THREE LAST NIGHT SSS SPOIL You | D> T MIGHT ~ Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) CHAPTER IX—THE VANISHING OF JIMMY ALCOTT Jimmy Alcott was not a principal |in the scandal. He was a victim. It |came out gradually. h day there | were new details for the gossips, | A teller in his father’s bank had abeconded with thousands, Also, |with Helen, Jimmy's only sister, ' And the worst of it was that Helen | |was a bride of a year Mer husband had managed the Al- eott quarries, shut down months lsince. And Alcott senior was a ruin led man Somehow I had a_ feeling that Jimmy ought to come to me Mother dear and me just because he needed sympathy, Every evening I put on a certain blue lawn which he ad- mired. The came news of the accident; James 8, Alcott had gone over the edge of his biggest quarry lin his automobile! And Jimmy Al- cott was nowhere to be found. Jimmy j often drove the bie car because his |father disliked driving! Was it an accident? The pond in the quarries was | dragged for Jimmy's body. Nobody \had seen the young man at the rail. | " senior, {road station, Some said he had run away from disgrace. | Others said he hadn't run away; | wasn't anything for him to run away |from! ¢ | Motherdear and I couldn't think of Jimmy as a coward. His own mother was dead, his sis- |ter gone, his father a suicide; event- ually, what remained of the Alcott property would be sold for the bene- fit of the bank's creditors. Plainly, there was nothing for Jimmy to run away from. But wasn't there something for him to come back to? | ‘Vell, there was horrified and hurt! | Such were the visions which dis. solved and redissolved under the tepid compresses on my eyelids after | I had heard Dick Barnes’ woice over | the phone. I did not tell Motherdear of what I wa thinking. It was too silly! And, of course, if Jimmy Alcott had come back, we would hear from him soon, He did not know that I was a movie actress, but he certainly would find us, by mail, I! Very much And if Jimi would recognize my voice it over a phone, just as I would iy) nize his. And he would tell me st The man who had been my friend was the soul of honesty, frankness. Was Dick Barnes, the ever came beck, hi new bad-man, as honest as his fine voice led me to hope? added interest to the approaching hearsal, On the appointed day, my eyes ing eured, I started for the st I was anxious to be even than usval in order to meet Barnes before our work began, my new chauffeur made some necessary detours and I arrived at the studios, to shoot, I would be on the promptly at 9. There were on the set. Extras are Time was valuable. T had to hurry so that T Un late I sent up word to my director, — Demaison, to go ahead and get ready forgot that I was going to play. ae posite Dick Barnes. (To Be Continued) |something with some class to it. T bet we could get shts to "The Girl from Kankakee,’ and that's @ real show, It ran for 11 months In |New York!" “That would be lots of fun, if it wouldn't cost too much,” reflected Vida. Carol's was the only vote east against “Tbe Girl from Kankakee.” lr She disliked “The Girl from Kar kakee” even more than she had ex: |pected. It narrated the success of a farm-lassie in clearing her brother of a charge of forgery. She became secretary to a New York millionaire and social counselor to his wife; and after a well-conceived speech on the of having money, she married his son There was also a humorous office- boy. Carol discerned that beth Juanita -| Haydock and Ella Stowbody wanted the lead, She let Juanita have it. Juanita/ kissed her and in the exu berant manner of a new star present ed to the executive committee her theory, “What we want in a play is humor and pep, There's where American playwrights put it all o these darn old European glooms Aa selected by Carol and confirmed by the committee, the persons of the play were: v..Guy Pallock Miss. Vida Sherwin Dr. Harvey Dillon Flis business rival, + sesees Raymond T. Friend of Mrs. Grimm. . . Miss Ella Stowbody The girl from Kanakee.... «ésks Mrs, Harold C, Haydock . Dr, Terence Gould Mrs, David Dyer Stenographer ....Miss Rita Simmons Office-boy . Miss Myrtle Cass Maid in the Grimms’ home ay . P. Kennicott Direction of Mrs, Kennicott Among the minor lamentations was Maud Dyer's “Well of course I/sup | pose I look old enough to be Juanita’s | |mother, even if Juanita is eight months older than I am, but T don't know og I care to have everybody | noticing it.and—" | Carol pleaded, “Oh, my dear! You! two look exabtly the same age. 1 chose you because you have such a darling complexion, and you know | with powder and a white wig, any: body looks twice her age, and I want the mother to be sweet, no mat- ter who else is." Ela Stowbody, the professional, perceiving that it was because of a conspiracy of jealousy that she had been given a small part, alternated between lofty amusement and Chris. tian patience, Carol hinted that the play would be improved by cutting, but as every utherspoon Her brother. Her mother . | actor except Vida and Guy and her self wailed at the loss of @ line, she was defeated. She told self that, after all, a great deal ¢ be done with direction and settings (Continued Monday) Louisiana has the greatest of miles of navigable. waters, Dance “Get Acquainted Night" |Tues., at Bright's, 1604 4th—(Adv) et Mother, Bold bring home some Milk Bread!—Ad \Thoroughnes Dharacterizes our methods every tra action, and oyr accorded every tent with sound ion Judgment. Pala on Savings Accounts, Pupict to Ch Cordially Invited SHUOND AVE. AND PIKM | cour Aeconaee, n