The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 16, 1921, Page 11

THE SEATTLE STAR P BY ALLMAN E INESDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1921, AGE 11 SIP iiiiiiiiiy) - i-MAIN STREET ‘ans The Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR. LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. eeccccccce It All Depends YES 'M PRETTY BusY RIGHT NOW- ALL RIGHT PLL STOP AND GET )T ON MY WAY HOME - ALL RIGHT- GOOD BYE WELL THATS GOT ME - 1 CAN'T “THINK WHAT SHE TOLD ME ‘TO GET- IT WAS SOMETHING FROM A DEPARTMENT STORE LL LOOK AROUND AND 4 MAY SEE SOMETHING THAT WILL SUGGEST IT I'M TRYING To i THINK WHETHER IT pute ca WAS A CAMISOLE OR A CASSEROLE | OR A DEAD ONE SI | WAS ‘To GET SOMETHING FoR | e208 You, SIR P a Jand wonder >, bout ten minut In town, the expres (Continued From Yesterday) 19, Must vi jate ned from bed to tling in the cut a Vuduuuul—faint, ner. horn of the free night Mhe lake cottage she m s wi of the trains HM town sho had dey wed the realized “i upon § mile north ni @istrait vous y for assurance that the re | riders journeying to the tall towns & world beyond. | where w laughter and banners v to railroad was than alend the sound of belle—Uuuuul ise J. of transportation to Cc t) Uuuuu! the world going by god ribs Uuuuuuul Down here th The stillness we great The prairie encircled the lake, lay round her, raw, dusty thick Only th train could cut it, Some dag she would take a train; and that would be a great taking | vir She turned to the Chautauqua as| NOW VA SBE, I kick. she had turned to the dramatic a IT UP T WHERE ALEK. itauqua, y York, ther COMES THIS WAY HE'S GOTTA BE TACKLED— It was ‘of steel limbs, oak vel, and a stupendous hunger Sireight: a deity created by man be might keep himeelf res ite Property, as elsewhere 1 and served tribal gods cotten-mills, motor-fac a new a mon fainter, more wistful 10 flesh were very no trains, | st remembered generations | there had been no railroad the was. HEV! WHATSAMATTER. WITH YOU ? WHY DIDN'T NOU TACKLE™ HIM ? HUW! WHY DIDNT YOu, HUH ? HOW CAN T,WHEN MY MAMA WON'T LET ME DLAY WITH HIM Chautauqua, in ew York, there all over these States, commer. Chautauqua companies which out every smatiost town | trou of lecturers and “entertain. | ers” to give a week of culture under canvas, Living in Minneapolis, Car ol had never encountered the ambu: | lant Chautauqua, and the announce ment of its coming to Gopher Prairie gave her hope that others might be doing the vague things which she had attempted, She pictured a con. | donsed university course brought to | the people. Mornings when she came in from the lake with Kennicott she | saw placards in every shop-window, | and strung on a cord acrose Main! future train-halts: and back in and 1870 there had been much much opportunity to found tie families, In the posses of advance knowledge as to the towns would arise a town was in disfavor, the pad could ignore ft, cut it off fm commerce, slay it, To Gopher rie the tracks were eternal vert and boards of railroad directors | ‘omnipotence, The smallest boy the most secluded grandam could you whether No. 32 had a hot last Tuesday, whether No going to put on an extra day. and the name of the president are, celal send the road was familiar to every fat table. [Bven in this new era of motors! j itizens went down to the sta ound el ty m to see the trains go thru cand their romance; their y mye Mies mass at t fe ; and from the trains pie of the outer work! and ukee. pher Prairie had once been don-point." ‘The who traveled and tacked who wore uniforms with | sore eplendid speakers. ) buttons. and knew all about | games of con-men. neither below the Haydocks, but crooked were @ special caste, nor artists and adventurers. sation was thi lie me traveling with piping on their waist- roundhouse | He insisted, repairshops were gone, but two | he so awful darn tntellectual, the! six Bductors still retained residence, Mey were persons of distinetion.}a whole jot better than nothing.’ worded “The Roland Chautauqua COMING!” and “A solid week of in spiration and enjoyment! But she Was disappointed when she saw the j Program, It did not seem to be a tabloid university; it did not se to be any kind of a university; It ville performance, Y. M. ©. A. lee visiting cousins from | ture, and the graduation exercises of an elocution class. She took her doubt to “Wel, maybe it bed t way you and I might tike ft, but it's to| Vida Sherwin added. “They have If the peo ple don't carry off so much actual ideas, and that's what counts.” During the Chautauqua Carol at tended three evening meetings, two | other telegraph-operator at| afternoon meetings, and one in the | cha uta Most | morning. She was impressed by the | ances tie figure in town: awake | audience: the sallow women tn skirts in the morning, alone In hectic with clatter of the tele. | key, All night he “talked” ‘away. robbers, He never was, fainted. blizzards everything about | railroad was melodramatic. were days when the town was jut off, when they had/| tent: two farmers talking hoarsely. | speakers had confessed, “I cannot xpress, no fresh meat, At last the ‘rotary -plow came thru, bucking the sending up & geyser, and the to the Outside was open again. brakemen, in mufficrs and fur) she got nothing but wind and chaff the little man suggested that the | running along the tops of ice the engineers | Miching frost from the cab win- and looking out, inscrutable, tained, pilots of the prairie | hey were herotem, they were/in the confensed university's seven- freight-car: I the daring of the quest in of groceries and sermons. ie a ties; waved to favor But to Carol it was magic. was motoring with Kennicott, lumping thru darkness, the but him was a suggestion of faces at the window, revol- cords binding him to a chair, le to crawl to the key be- fo the small boys the railroad w: playground. They climbed ladders on the sides of the ; built fires behind piles of brake &/ and blouses, think, the men in vests and shirt to | sleeves, eager to be allowed to ugh twenty, fifty, a hundred) and the wriggling children, eager to It was always to be| sneak away ted that he would be held wu She liked the plain P| Benches, the portable stare under ite red marque, the great tent over sil, shadowy above strings of pangs od cent bulbs at night and by day cast. jing an amber radiance on the pa- tent crowd. The scent of dust and trampled grass and sun-baked wood gave her an illnsion of Syrian cara. vans; she forgot the speakers while [she Matened to noises outside the & wagon creaking down Main Street, the erow of a rooster. She was con. tent. But it was the contentment of the lost hunter stopping to reat. For from the Chautauqua fteelf and heavy laughter, the laughter of yokels at old jokes, a mirthless and primitive sound like the cries of beasts of a farm. These were the several instructors a| day course: Nine lecturers, four of them ex- ministers, and one an ex congress. man, all of them delivering “inspira- | tional addresses.” The only facts or [opinions which Carol derived from them were: Lincoln was a celebrated President of the United States, but in his youth extremely poor. James J. Hill was the best-known railroad. ws showing mud-puddies and man of the West, and in his youth weeds by the road. A train/ extremely poor. trailing smoke. Instantly the | ous. was gone; Carol was back in| tinguished Honesty and cour- A rapid chuck-a-chuck,/teey in business are. preferable to uek, ehuck-a-chuck. It was] boorishness and exposed trickery, but |the delight of shuddering, then, as past—the Pacific Flyer, an of golden flame. Light from fire-box splashed the under side/ this is not to be taken personally, wince all persons in Gopher Prairie re known to be honest and courte- London is @ large city. A dis Statesman once taught w@ilong darkness; and Kennicott| Sunday school. giving his version of that fire Four “entertainers” who told ‘© “Oh, we beg your pardon!” they exclaimed, backing out in Urry. Away went the Twins to hunt for|shell gone with him, inside of him, I Hermit Crab. fifo all the holes in the rocks, govered Mrs. Butterfish’s ese of ding guard. “Oh, we beg your pardon!’ they | jaimed, backing out in a hurry. First they peeped | should say. nd | ly got into trouble when they | Suddenly the Twins came And then something happened upon Mn queer Wigglefin a in| strange p them and Mr. Butterfish | person he was, and he was very busy. He was busy building, or rather re. modeling, his house, And altho he himself was most peculiar-looking, le're only looking for Mr. Hermit|having about a dozen arma and a b. "Well, he ien’t h ish shortly. y blundered into Mr. ‘s house in the coralline . and stumbled over Mr, Goby's| was about as large and round aa e under the cockle-shell by eed tangle, and went thru r bed, atid they asked Lop L and Tub Terrapin and Cukie on-Spinner and Silvery Bhri; oh, everybody nearly under » but nobody knew where mit Crab was. 2 iis around, but all 6 as empty as drums. been there and gone, had ” said Mr. put. | Bo they went on. \the Twins had ever deen, pair of queer looking wings, his house was the most beautifyl thing It was Btickle-| made of mother of pearl and shone t) seemed to be a combination of vaude- | Kennicott. | information, they do get a lot of new | | Street, a line of pennants alternately | Chinese stories, and Tenn mountaineer ste *, most of whieh Carol had heart | A “lady elocutionist™ who recited | Kipling and imitated children A lecturer with motion-pictures of fan Andean exploration; excellent. pictures and a halting narrative Three brase-bands, a company of opera-singers, a Hawaiian vex }tet, and four youths who played | saxaphones and guitars dinguived as wash-boards, The most applauded pisces were those, such as the Lucia” inevitability, which the audience had heard most often. ‘The local superintendent, who re- mained thru the week while the enlighteners went to other uquas for thelr daily perform The superintendent was a) bookiah, underfed man who worked | Jewish stories, stories. ener IS HE AUVE TODAY | eager to be made to) hard at rousing artificial enthusiasm, at trying to make the audience cheer | by dividing them into competetive [squads and telling them that they were intelligent and made splendid communal noises. He gave most of | ; TH4T'S GOob: — You DON'T KNOW How REUCVED jthe morning lectures, droning with} |qual unbappy facility about poetry, | the Holy Land. and the injustice to employers in any system of profit: | sharing. | ‘The final item was a man who | néither lectured, inspired, nor enter: | tafned; a plain little man with hie | hands in his pockets. All the other keep from telling the citizens of | your besutiful city that none of the} talent on this cireult has found more charming spot or more enter. | prising and hospitable people.” But | jarchitecture of Gopher Prairie was | haphazard, and that it was sot to let the lakefront be monopolized | by the cinder-theaped wall of the} railroad embankment, — Afterward | the audience grambied, “Maybe that} guy's got the right dope, but what's} the use of looking on the dark side, of things ali the time? New ideas} are first-rate, but not all this critt | cimm, Enough trouble in life with- out looking for it.” Thus the Chautauqua, as Caro! saw it. After it, the town felt proud | and educated. | vir Two weeks later the Great War smote Europe. Fora month Gopher ‘ar Prairie had | |the war settled down to business of |trench-fighting, they forgot. | | When Carol talked about the Bal- lkans, and the possibility of a Ger. | man revolution, Kennicott yawned, | "Oh yes, it’s a great old scrap, but | it's none of our business. Folks out | |here are too busy growing corn to | monkey with any fool war that those foreigners want to get themselves | into.” It Ory Page AN te . “At Christmas time,” the-little- | lady-with-white-e urls continued, “the ground was white with | snow, but in a day or so, the chinock wind biew soft and warm, the already swollen till it was ready to burst! was Miles Bjornstrom who; waid, “I can't figure it out. I'm op- posed to wars, but still, seems like Germany haa got to be licked be} cause them Junkers stands in the | way of progress.” | She was calling on Miles and Rea early in autumn, They had received her with cries, with dusting of | chairs, and a running to fetch water for coffee, Miles stood and beamed at her, He fell often and joyously |into his old irreverence about the lords of Gopher Prnirie, but always —with a certain difficulty—-he added something decorous and appreciative. “Lots of people have come to see you, haven't they?” Carol hinted. “Why, Bea's cousin Tina comes in right along, and the foreman at the mill, and— Oh, we have good times: Say, take a look at that Bea! Wouldn't you think she was a can- ary bird, to listen to her, and to see that Scandahoofian tow-head of hers? | But say, know what she is? She's a mother hen! Why! Way she fusses over me~—way she makes old Miles wear a necktie! Hate to spoil her by letting her hear it, but she's one pretty darn nice—niee— Hell! What do we care if none of the dirty |ynobs come and call? We've got each other.”* Caro} worried about their struggle, |but she forgot it in the stress of | sickness and fear, For that autumn she knew that a baby was coming, |that at last life promised to be in. teresting in the peril of the great and great river, over its banks became @ roaring torrent, flood which paid no heed to banks, Which lifted up the greater part of the little new yil- lage called Linn’ City and swept | it down to Oregon City on the other side of the river. “it up trees and tossed them about like jackstraws; i took little buildings and the mill, the cattle, everything in} its path and bore it away. “Now before the white men came to the West Coast the In- the sun, rs tore fences, dians had many gods- the moon, thunder, fire, or any- thing unusual, or which the sav- ages could not explain would do for a God. “I have heard father speak of and used to say, ‘lL wonder what those In- dians think they are doing down there by the river?” Then wth eT Ht it often, he THROUGH THE THICK TRAFIC WITH YOUR TWOs “ear ~ STRAPPED TO THE HANDLE ---4 HE'S AUVG, BARS OF YouR BICYCLS.y oup Ktp\| EVercrT, ' Grattle * PA * cd By Mabel Cleland _» = 522 IDOL, (Chapter 1) the others I would look to what meant and we would see many Indians gathered on the river bank holding some sort of wierd meeting. And as we watch- ed, we wondered, too, what their slow, crouching and leaping, leap- ing and.crouching with the sing song chant of Indian musie, could mean, and why they chose that spot to worship in, if worship it nee he was. “Then coming up from their strange worship the Indians would mutter prophecies like this, "The river will ris@; the river will grow strong and the waters of the river will fill its baike from bluff to bluff. The whité mag will see that the Indians speak truth, Woe to the white man who has builded his lodge in the path of the river, for he shall lose all.’ “So the great flood had eveh as the olf Indians said, and in Oregon City people watched it bear away the hard-earned posses- sions of their friends atross the river, and their hearts were heavy with sympathy. (To Be Continued) ne come change. CHAPTER XxX ing to be a mother, dearie, you'll get 1 over all these ideas of yours and set- tle down.” She felt that willy-nilly ‘The baby was coming. Bach) 1. way being titiated into the as- morning she was nauseated, chilly, ‘There were loads the dweller of each sea- | with all the colors of the rainbow. It | hears ggled, and certain that she would never again be attractive; each twifight she wae afraid. she did not feel exalted, but unkempt and furious. The period of daily sickness crawled into an endless time of boredom, It became diffi- cult for her to move about, and she raged that she, who had been slim and light-footed, should have to lean on a stick, and be heartily com- mented upon by street gossips, She ‘was encircled by greasy eyes, Kvery matron hinted, “Now that you're ‘a8 the | your porridge-dish, with spirals and the | curves like a large snatishell | “Oh! cried Nancy, clapping her hands. “How beautifull’ “Thanks!” answered looking Wigglefin jbow. “I'l send graph.” of| “Oh, Mr. | house.” 1D, the Mr. the queer person with a you my photo said Nancy, “I meant your (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) sembly of housekeepers: with the ‘baby for hostage, she would never escape; presently she would be drink: ing coffee and rocking and talking about diapers. “[ could stand fighting them. I'm used to that. But this being taken in, being taken as @ matter of course, I can’t stand it-—and I must would suffer in labor, details of baby-hygiene based on long experi ence and total misunderstanding, superstitious cautions about the things she must eat and read and look at in prenatal care for the baby’s soul, and always @ pest of simpering baby-talk, Mrs, Champ Perry bustled in to lend “Ben Hur,” as @ preventive of future infant im- morality. The Widow Bogart ap- peared trailing pinkish exclamationa, “And how is our lovely ‘ittle muzzy stand it!’ She alternately detested herself for not appreciating the kindly women, and detested them for their advice; lugubrious hints as to how much she 4 today! My, ain't it just like they al- ways say: being in a Family Way does make the girlie so lovely, just like a Madonna, Toll me" Her whisper was tinged with salacious pi ‘ e ‘i ve sii 4" = we <n) Binet BAKA a7 GEORGE KAHLER BOUGHT ‘A PAIR OF RABBITS EARLY JN THE SUMMER. | | |me when Cissy and I went on for | “reconciliation and embrace” in the |fade out of “Love in Leash.” But I [remember that I saw Dick watching | us, and that on an impulse I mur- |mured to Cissy: | “Make it the real thing this time, loyrus, if you want to, Let's put it over—and make an end of the criticism!" “You're « sport, May! you mean it!” | The retake proved that Cissy was fan extraordinary actor-lover. For |the first time in my career the een- | sors cut one of my love scenes. And | 1 guess they had good reason, The minute the cameras stopped, I was pleased and sorry at the same | jUme. There was, I had to admit, an embarrassing little thrill in Cissy |Sheldon's kiss, It astonished me, confused me: | The pleasure I derived from the scene consisted in seeing Mr. Dick Barnes turn on his heel and fairly fling himself down the studio stairs. His scorn reacted upon me and embarrassed me, I felt suddenly as }if I had been insulted—that it was all my own fault. I was miserably I only hope | soul could I face until I had recoy- | Dick Barnes’ eyes. (Copyright, 1921, Beattie Star) |for Cissy’s behavior, I rushed down the corritor. I jcouldn’t face my maid. 1 couldn't face myself in my mirror, I was overcome With disgust. Not a living | ered my poise. I turned from the stale air of the studio into the court where the mo- tors were parked, I stepped onto the platform—-and looked squarely into He must have perceived that I was flushed and ready to weep. He} blushed violently, raised his hat, | started to speak impulsively, ‘Then he restrained himself and I hated him for his power over him- self. He asked formally; “May I call your chauffeur for you, Miss Scott?" “Tell him,’ please, to be ready in 10 minutes.” All the acting in a movie company isn’t done on the sets, I thought as I went back to my dressing room. | Moreover, a man does not have to| be handsome in order*to be fasein- | ating. H I couldn't help comparing Dick | Confessions of a Movie Star CHAPTER XII—A KISS THE CENSOR CUT I never shall know what possessed {conscious of my own responsibility ;and Cissy. Dick was not an He was not as tall as Cissy, features were far from classic, brows were heavy, his chin d ly firm and masterful. He graphed remarkably as a bad m But for manners, in real life, Surpassed any man in the Cyrus—so I called him it's his real name and because liked to have me use it—Cyrus don behaved beautifully when it pleased him to do so. He had been behaving wonderfully to everybody since the casting direo- tors had put him opposite me. Everys, body had noticed the change in him, And some had taken unnecessary pains to tell me about it. 1 was glad Cyrus had reformed, It was good to have everybody happy in the studios, From star to door — tender, we felt the responsibility of keeping the company working, im @ period of business depression, I undertook the new story the determination of making it best story. Many studios were clos- ing. I must not let mine close, If. I failed, I would drag down so many friendly people, (To Be Continued) * | ness-—"does oo feel the dear itsy one stirring, the pledge of love? I re member with Cy, of course he was 80 big" “{ do not look lovely, Mrs. Bogart. My complexion is rotten, and my hair is coming out, and I look like & potato-bag, and I think my arches | are falling, and he isn't a pledge of low, and I'm afraid he will look like us, and T don't believe in moth: er-devotion, and the whole business is a confounded nuisance of a biolog- ical process,” remarked Carol. ‘Then the baby was born, without unusual difficulty: a boy with straight back and strong legs, The first day she hated him for the tides of pain and hopeless fear he had caused; she resented his raw ugli- ness, After that she loved him with all the devotion and instinct at which she had scoffed. She marveled at the perfection of the miniature hands as noisily as did Kennicott; she was overwhelmed by the trust with which the baby turned to her; passton for him grew with each unpoetic irri- tating thing she had to do for him. He was named Hugh, for her father. Hugh developed into a thin healthy child with a large head and straight delicate har of a faint brown. He wae thoughtful and casual-—a Ken- ed, She did not, as the cynical matrons had prophesied, “give up worrying about the world and other folks’ babies soon as she got one of her own to fight for.” The barbarity of that willingness to secrifice other ehildren so that one child might have too much was impossible to her, Bu she would sacrifice herself. She un- derstood consecration—she who an- swered Kennicott's hints about Rav. ing Hugh christened: “I refuse to insult my baby and myself by ask ing an ignorant young man in a frock coat to sanction him, to permit me to have him! I refuse to subject him to any devil-chasing rites! If I didn't give my baby—my baby— enough sanctification in those nine hours of hell, then he can't get any more out of the Reverend Mr. Zit. terel!”’ “Well, Baptists hardly ever chris- ten kids. more about Reverend Warren,” said Kennicott. Hugh was her reason for living, promise of accomplishment in the future, shrine of adoration—and a diverting toy, “I thought I'd be a dilettante mother, but I'm as dis. mayingly natural as Mrs. Bogart, she boasted. For two years Carol was a part of the town; as much one of Our Young | nicott. For two years nothing else exist. | Mothers as Mrs, MoGanum, - Her Opinionation seemed gead; she had. 1 I was kind of thinking || ——- no apparent desire for escape; her brooding centered on Hugh. r she wondered at the pearl texture his ear she exulted, “I feel like am old woman, with a skin like sand. paper, beside him, and I'm glad of it! He is perfect. He shall everything. He shan’t always stay here in Gopher Prairie, . .. T which is reatly the best, Harvard Yale or Oxford?" (Continued Tomorrow) “A Blessing on Your Head” ? ED. PINAUD’S HAIR TONIC