The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 15, 1921, Page 13

MAIN (Continued From Yesterday) | vi “Stweon the second and thint acts gme called the company together, ‘and supplicated, “I want to know fomothing, before we have a chance Jo separate. Whether we're doing Swett or badly tonight, it is a be ginning. But will we take it as} Smercly a beginning? How many of! you will pledge yourselves to start Rn with mo, right away, tomorrow, land plan for another play, to be igiven in September?" They stared at her; they nodded} t Juanita’s protest: “I think one's Henough for a while, It's going legant tonight, but another play— Reems to me it'll be time enough to talk about that next fall, Carol! ope you don’t mean to hint and! est we're not doing fine to night? I'm sure the applause shows the audience think it's just dandy! Then Carol knew how completely : ) n’s she had failed. As the audience seeped out she sty beard B. J. Gougerting the banker aay to Howland the grocer, “Well.| I think the folks did splendid; just | As good as professionals. But I don’t care much for these plays. What I like is a good movie, with auto accidents and hold-ups, and gome git to it, and not all this; | talky-talk.” Then Carol knew how certain she was to fail again, She wearily did not blame them, company nor audience, Hersetf she blamed for trying to carve intagtios Fin good wholesome jack-pine. N “It's the worst defeat of all. I'm TUPSDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1921. STREET e¢ Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. but we pay what they want us to for their clothes, Stowbedy and Dawson forec every mortgage they can, and put in tenant farmers The Dauntless Hes to us about the Nonpartisan League, the lawyers j sting us, the machinerydealers hate | to carry us over bad years, and then their daughters put on swell dresses and look at us as if we were & bunch of hoboes. Man, I'd ike! to burn this town!" Kennioott observed, “There's that! old crank Wes Brannigan shooting off hia mouth again, Gosh, but he loves to hear himself talk! They) ought to run that fellow out of town!” vir She felt old and detached thru high school commencement week, | which ts the fete of youth in Go- pher Prairie; thru baccalaureate ser- mon, senior parade, junior entertain- ment, commencement addreas by an Towa clergyman who amerted that he believed In the virtue of virtuous ness, and the procession of Decora | tion day, when the few civil war veterans followed Champ Perry, in his rusty foragecap, along the spring powdered road to the come tery, She met Guy; she found that ye had nothing to say to him. Her head ached in an aimless way. When Kennicott rejoiced, “We'll have @ great time this summer, move down to the lake carty and wear old clothes and act natural,” she smiled, but her smile creaked. In the prairie heat she trudged along unchanging ways, talked about nothing to tepid people, and beaten. By Main Street. ee on.’ But I can't!" She was not vastly encouraged by the Gopher Prairie Dauntless: + Would be impossible to ish among the actors when all gave such fine account of them selves ip diffioult roles of this weil- Known New York stage play. Guy Pollock as the old millionaire eould not have been bettered for his fine impersonation of the gruff old mil- Vonaire; Mrs. Harry Haydock as the Young lady from the West who #0 easily showed the New York four- flushers where they got off was a vision of loveliness and with fine stage Presence. Miss Vida Sherwin the ever popular teacher in our high school pleased Mrs. Grimm, Dr. Gould was well suited In the role of young lover—giris you better look out, remember the doc is a bachelor. ‘The local Four Hundred also report that he is‘ great hand at shaking the light fantastic tootsies in the dance. As the stenographer Rita Simons was pretty as a picture, and Miss Ella Stowbody’s long and in- tensive study of the drama and | kindred arts in Eastern schools was J seen in the fine fini of her part. 4 + + to no One is greater to be given than to Mrs. ‘I must reflected that she might never es cape from them. She was startled to find that she was using the word “escape.” Then, for three years which passed like one curt paragraph, she ceased to find anything interesting save the Bjornstams and her baby CHAPTER XIX I In three years of exile from her- self Carol had certain experiences chronicled as. important by the Dauntless, ar discussed by the Jol- ly Seventeen, but the event un- chronicied, undiscussed, and su- admission * of own people, longing to find her u Bea and Miles Bjornstam were married in June, a month after “The Girl from Kankakee.” Miles had turned respectable. He had renounced his criticisms of state and society; he bad given up roving an horse-trader, and wearing red mackjnaws in lumber camps; he had gone to work as engineer in Jack- son Elder's planing mill; he was to premely controlling, was her slow) |} members we: } torney; TOM, | SHOULD THINK ‘YYou'D GET INTO SOME OTHER KIND OF BUSINESS white curtains and @ canary and a chinta chalr. Carol coaxed the powerful matron» to call on Rea. They half scoffed, half promised to go. Bea's successor was the oldish broad, silent Oscarina, who was sus picious of her frivolous mistress for & month, so that Juanita Haydock was able to crow, “Th: smarty, I told you you'd run in the do mestic problem! But Oscarina adopted Carol as a daughter, and with her as faithful to the kitchen as Bea had been, there was noth- ing changed in Carol's life ur | She was unexpectedly appointed to the town library-board by Ole Jenson, the new mayor. The other Dr. Westlake, Lyman Cass, Julius Flickerbaugh, the at- Guy Pollock and Martin Mahoney, former livery stable keep- @r and now owner of a garage. She was delighted. She went to the first meeting rather condescendingly, garding herself as the only one, be sides Guy, who knew anything about re be seen upon the streets endeavor ing to be neighborly with suspicious men whom he had taunted for years. il Kennicott on whose capable ders fell the burden of direct- “So kindly,” Carol mused, “so well Meant, so neighborty—and so con- foundedly untrue. Is tt really my failure, or theirs?” She sought to be sensible; she elaborately explained to hervelf that it was hysterical to condemn Go- Pher Prairie because it did not foam over the drama, Its justification farmers. How bravely and gener. ously it did its work, forwarding the bread of the world, feeding and healing the farmers! ‘Then, on the corner below her husband's office, she heard a farmer holding forth: “Sure. Course I was beaten. The shipper and the grocers here Wouldn't pay us a decent price for Ur potatoes, even tho folks in the cities were howling for ‘em. So we says, well, we'll get a truck and ship ‘em right down to Minneapolis. But the commission merchants there Were in cahoots with the local ship- here; they said they wouldn't pay us a cent more than he would, not even if they was nearer to the market. Well, we found we could get bigher prices in Chicago, but when we tried to get freight cars to ship there, the railroads wouldn't let us have ‘em—even tho they had cars standing empty right here in the yards. There you got it—good market, and these towns keeping us from it. Gus, that’s the way these towns work all the time. They pay what they want to for our wheat, was to its service as a market-town for Carol was the patroness and man- off with a mop, and hold onto your Svenska while the holding’s good. Huh? Me go to their Scandahoofian weddin, Not a chance! The other matrons echoed Juanita Carol was dismayed by the casual ness of their cruelty, but she per- sisted. Miles had exclaimed to her, “Jack Elder says maybe he'll come to the wedding! Gee, it would be nice to have Bea meet the boss as a reg’lar married Indy. Some day Il! be so well off that Bea can play with-Mrs, Elder—and you! Wateh ust” There was an uneasy knot of only nine guests at the service in the unpainted Lutheran church— Carol, Kennicott, Guy Pollock, and the Champ Perrys, all brought by Carol; Bea's frightened rustic par. ents, her cousin Tina, and Pete, Miles’ ex-partner in horse trading @ surly, bairy mon who had bought = black suit and come twelve hun- dred miles from Spokane for the event. Miles continuously glanced back at the church door. Jackson Eider did not appear. The door did not once open after the awkward en- trance of the first guests. Miles’ hand closed on Bea's arm. He had, with Carol's help, made his shanty over into a cottage with out to hunt Mr, Hermit Crab for Cap'n Pennywinkle, fairy policeman cared where Mr. Hermit Crab was, but that he did fare where Mr. Whelk and Mrs. Whelk and all the little Whelks weren't. Vor it’s sad to tell you, but true, my dears, that Mr. HL Crab loves to eat whelks. He really and truly eats them out of house and home, and when he has filled up his | greedy tummy, he moves right into the shell his victims have just va- cated, He selects the nicest, biggest, most comfy whelk-shell he can find and crawls in and goes to sleep until his dinner is digested, time he wakes up, aneaks out, finds another whelk family, and repeats the performance. Really, there was danger of the whelks being ex-ter- Mmina-ted. And that is what worried Cap'n Pennywinkle, ge ate ° afte, Twi NS A NEW ERRAND! Not that the|could send He moves right into the shell his victim has vacated One day Nancy and Nick went;bring him to me,” he said to the |Twins. “If he didn’t hide so well, I Cutty Cuttlefish after |him, for Cutty likes crabs, just as jcrabs like whelks, but he can’t find | him. You can ask your Green Shoes jto take you ‘round to all the big | shells, and you can peep inalde, or, If |necessary, go inside, as you can be- | come as little as you like. Then when | you discover Mr. H@rmit, show him your badge and tell him to follow books or library methods. She was planning to revolutionize the whole system, Her condescension was ruined and "| her humility wholesomely increased which had been con-| verted into the Ubrary, not discuss ing the weather and Jonging to play checkers, but talking about booka.| She discovered that amiable old Dr. Westlake read everything in verse and ight fiction”; that Ly-) man Cass, the vealfnced, bristly-| bearded owner of the mill, had| tramped thru Gibbon, Hume, Grote,! Prescott, and the other thick his torlans; that he could repeat pages from them—and did. When Dr.| Westlake whispered to her, “Yes,| Lym is @ very well-informed man, but he’s modest about it,” she felt uninformed and immodest, and scolded at herself that she had missed the human potentialities in this vast Gopher Prairie. When Dr you. He'll come meekly enough, for he knows he must do as I say, Then | when I #ee him, I've got a lecture a | mile long to read to him about the error of his ways. I'm going to At supper|keep law and order in Wigelefin |Land or I'm a Dutchman, There, now, run along, kiddies, Do your best.’ Off started the Twins on another errand, {To Be Continued) | “Tou'll have to find Mr, Crab and| (Copyright, 1921, by Seuttle Star) Westlake quoted the “Paradiso, “Don Quixote,” “Wilhelm Meister,” and the Koran, she reflected that no one she knew, not even her father, had read all four. She came diffidently to the second meeting of the board. She did not plan to revolutionize anything. She hoped that the wise elders might be so tolerant as to listen to her sug gestions about changing the shelving of the juveniles, Yet after four sessions of the, brary board she was where she had been before the first seasion.| She had found that for all their pride in being redMing men, West- lake and Cass and even Guy had no conception of making the library familiar to the whole town. They! used it, they passed resolutions; about it, and left it as dead as Mowes. Only the Henry books and) the Elsie books and the latest op. timiams by moral female novelists gjand virile clergymen were in gen- eral demand, and the board them-! selves were interested only in old,/ stilted volumes. They had no ten-| derness for the noisiness of youth discovering great literature, If she was egotistic about her tiny learning, they were at least as, much #0 regarding theirs. And for) all their talk of the need of addi-; tional librarytax none of them was! willing to risk censure by battling for it, tho they now had so emall a fund that, after paying for rent,| heat, light, and Miss Villetts’ sal- | ary, they had only a hundred dol-) lars a year for the purchase of} books. The Incident of the Seventeen! Cents killed her none too enduring) interest, She had come to the board meet-| ing singing with a plan. She had) made a list of 30 Huropean novels of the past ten years, with 20 im portant books on psychology, educa-| tion, and economics wh the | brary lacked, She had made Ken- nicott promise to give fifteen dollars. If each of the board would contrib. ute the same, they could have the) books. | Lym Cass looked alarmed, seratch- ed himself, and protested, “I think) it would be a bad precedent for the} board members to contribute money —uh—not that I mind, but it wouldn't be fair—establish prece-| dent. Gracious! They don’t pay us} a cent for our services! Certainly can't expect us to pay for the privi- lege of serving!” Only Guy looked sympathetic, and he stroked the pine table and said nothing. The rest of the meeting they gave to a bellicose investigation of the fact that there was 17 cents less than there should be in the fund, Miss Villets was summoned; she spent haif an hour in explosively defending herself; the 17 cents were OH, You po? WHY DO You SAY THAT? iv, THE SEATTLE STAR WELLJUST OF HIS - ALL THE MONEY MR SCRIBNER MAKES OU'T OF THAT LITTLE STORE Getting t WHAT ARE You , | | THINK OF TALKING ABOUT? IMAKE More | MONEY IN A WEEK THAN HE DOES IN A MONTH =~ 1 COULD BUY AND Sei. THAT Guy! All Together, Now—T or BY CONDO | HEY, LETS TAKE Your Paper A MINUTGS, CveRGeTT, CET ME SAVE You THE TRoUBLe OF READ- Ina tr! rr sats; MANNERS , DON'T Ce ar * OF By AN ‘That lonely little boy story was too much for Peggy, a dimple showed and big tears filled her eyes, David put his arm around her and said, “Pexy doesn't like the dreadful kind so awfully well; should you think you could tell her a—a cheerfuller one?” “The cheerful ones and the dreadful ones are all mixed up in a_ pioneer’s memory,” the little-lady-with-white-c urls made answer. “When we begin to remember things it comes to us like « picture scroll, and we see the horrors as well as the bright scenes.” She amiled then and continued, “But after we were well settled in Oregon City the memories are mostly very bright for me. “The cruel plains Indians were left behind, and in the beautiful valley we lived among the Indians in perfect safety. I very soon learned their language, so that I spoke it quite as well as I spoke English, and 1 used often to be called upon to act as interpreter when the men couldn't understand what the Indians wanted. “After a time the Indians grew very fond of me. You see I was a etieitaltel gnawed over, penny by penny; and Carol, glancing at the carefully in- scribed list which had been 80 love ly and exciting an hour before, was silent, and sorry for Miss Villets, and sorrier for herself. She was reasonably regular in at- tendance till her two years were up and Vida Sherwin was appointed to the board in her place, but she did not try to be revolutionary, In the plodding course of her life there Pook.” | s: bel Clelan * || Page 521 “IE You HAVE ANY AVG THM Ar IDOL #0 different from their own chil- dren,” she put her hand on Peggy's little “bobbed golden head and said, “my hair was the color of this, and it was long and curly instead of black and straight like theirs. “Their eyes were black, while mine were blue, and my fair skin so different from their own brown faces made me seem—sort of special to them, I think. “I had lots of particular friends among them and they gave me wonderful beaded moccasins, rare beaded gtrdies, fine skins of ani- mals and any treasures which they fancied I would like. I ac- cepted everything as a, child would and soon grew to feet my- self a sort of little queen over them, and expected them to think everything I did was quite all right. “They were good to me as could be, and all went very weil, indeed, till the time of the big flood “That was the winter of 1853. We had heavy snows and heavier rains which kept all the ‘erecks swollen, and as they rush- ed and tumbled into the Willa mette that river grew and roared, and spread and still grew. (To Be Continued) hk aed or agitated. What did agitate her was his announcement, half whis- pered and half blurted, half tender and half coldly medical, that they “ought to have a baby, now they could afford it.” They had so long agreed that “perhaps it would be just as weil not to have any children for a while yet,” that childlessness had come to be natural. Now, she feared and longed and did not know; she hesitatingly assented, and wished that she had not assented. As there appeared no change in was nothing changed, and nothing new, Iv Kennicott made an excellent land deal, but as he told her none of the details, she was rar) greatly exalted their drowsy relations, she forgot all about it, and life was planiess. Vv Idling on the porch of their sum- he Kale TOM. | BELIEVE YOu ARE RIGHT AT THAT AND YOU'RE MORE LIBERAL Too-| NEED SOME MonEY FOR THE HOUSE ~ WHAT CAN You Do For ME? 4j hree Rahs for Jumbo UAT AIN'T FAIR — SWAT AINT FAR WAT DONT Coun! 92 If You REALLY MEEO IT~- SS || ( 0G, AIN'T HE HOW DID You } WELL! GOT IT BUT COME CUT IT TAKES SOME WELL, ALL RIGHT HELEN P FANCY SCHEMING 2? OUR BOARDING HOUSE CHAPTER XI—KISSES THAT ARE COLD Dick. Barnes been all kindness to me from the be- | penters were waiting to ing to be my adorable ginning. But as Dick Barnes bowed bad work had delayed He bowed low before!and departed without another word Cissy was ranting about formal to me, I came near to hating the made especially for me. My castle crashed. was not elder brot er. me. I knew that clegant salute. “Pm fortunate to be playing with you, Miss Scott," he said. very grateful for the tunity.” He pared me any reference to the ‘eurprise” I had so successfully reg: a triumph istered on the set. And that was like Jimmy | “Your day, all right! said Ginette, “You're not new to the camera,” 1/Our dressing rooms adjoined. Wel said. “I thought yqu were. I mean/ reached them at the same moment. I'd never heard—"* I was awkward, |“‘Then why so peeved?" embarrassed. “I've been working in London explained, Then came Cissy, glooming. “he Bvi cess at his first appearance, never. theless, Cissy was a sport. gratulated the new man cordially. ‘Then Demaison—to me: “Cherie! Cherie! wise so fast! My petite! wise—at last.” Demaison is an old dear kind to me! Motherdear thinks him wonderful, My movie world 7O ME AND I CAN PROVE TO YOU= MY NTIALS WERE ON TH INSIDE, BUTT 1 HAD IT RECOVERED AND YON SEE'EM Now! Confessions of a Movie Star _ (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) [whole thing. "r Uttle bare refuge. It was, it seemed to me, the big “And fact which rose like a mountain bar- oppor | rier between Jimmy Alcott and May ean But was it worth while? Was life made only for such folly “Tired! I replied and I entered 1 whs con- I was more than tired. | fused, exasperated in spite of my re- dently he was jealous of Dick's suc-| cent hit. jat fault. Grown camera-| the men who are cast to make love Camera. |to me that sometimes 1 cringe in- | | voluntarily. So truly | camera. The final fade-out with Cissy He con-|which I had thought was finished, had to be done again. And T was I so hate to be kisted by And you cannot fool a When I had changed my costume, had ' I went bat® to the set which the car- 1 WON "THIS SHOWER STICK AT A RAFFLE! = iF YOU IN YOUR SKULL- WORKS! G'WAN NOM, EASE OFF ! Every RAINY MORNING - THERES A RIOT OVER jwe had to do the long “Camera-wise” IT was, I had scored | out over. “observed Ginette to Rose. BY ALLMAN SOME TIMES! BY AHERN we ta Sage THE REMAINING UMBRELLA = “I might as well kiss the de Milo for all the ‘gives me,” he said—but he seem to be at all annoyed “And Demaison let’s him tie that#* ‘Sure! Rose responded. saying what Demaison doesn’t tell May himsel! Then Bangs, assistant had his say—to Cissy; “Make it sticky! Make it this tim “But, May won't let me! might bet I'm willing™ And right then and there I ed my Motherdear to turn to, — And since I couldn't have wanted to ask Dick Barnes better do, Dick was on the side just off the set. If he'd only be human! If anything but so quiet! (To Be Continued) mer cottage at the take, on after: noring the noong when Kennicott was in town,| men when the water was glazed and the whole air languid, she pictured a hundred escapes: Fifth Avenue in @ snow-storm, with limousines, gold- en shops, a cathedral spire, A reed hut on fantastic piles above the mud of a jungle river. A suite in Paris, immense high grave rooms, with lambrequins and a balcony. ‘The Enchanted Mesa. An ancient stone mil in Maryland, at the turn of the road, between rocky brook and abrupt hills: An upland moor of sheep and flitting cool sunlight. A clanging dock where steel cranes unloaded steamers frome Buenos. Ayres and Tsingtao. A Munich con- cert hall, and a famous ‘cellist play- ing—playing to her. One scene had witchery: She stood on a terrace overlook ing a boulevard by the warm sea. She was certain, tho she had no reason for it, that the place was Mentone, Along the drive below her swept barouch with a me chanical tlot-tlot, tfot-tlot, tlot-tiot, and great cars with polished black hoods and engines quiet ag the sigh of an old man. In them were wom en erect, slender, enameled, and ex: pressionless as marionettes, their small hands upon parasols, their un- changing eyes always forward, ig- a persistent men beside them, tall with gray hair and distin- guished faces. Beyond the drive were painted sea and painted sands, and blue and yellow pavilions. Noth- ing moved except the gliding car- riages, and the people were spiall and wooden, spots in a picture drenched with gold’ and hard bright blues. There was no sound of sea or winds; no softness of whispers nor of falling petals; nothing but yellow and cobalt and staring light, and the never-changing tlot-tlot, Ulot- tlot— She startled. She whimpered. It was the rapid ticking of the clock which had hypnotized her Into hear- ing the steady hoofs, No achin color of the sea and pride of super- cillous people, but the reality of a round-bellied nickel alarm-clock on a shelf against a fuazy unplaned pine wall, with a stiff gray wash-rag hanging above it and a kerosene: stove standing below. A thousand dreams governed by the fiction she had read, drawn from the pictures she had envied, absorbed her drowsy lake after: noons, but always in the midst of them Kennicott came out from town, drew on khaki trousers wh'ch were plastered with dry fish-scales, asked, “Hnjoying yourself?” and did not listen to her answer. And changed, and there was no reason to there ever would be c (Continued Tomortow) British royal observatory tablished in Greenwich, in