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(Continued From Page 6) perimental, He stroked Vida's hand, he put his arm carelessly about her shoulder. “Don't!” she said sharpt: “You're a cunning thing,” he of fered, patting the back of her shoul der in an explanatory manner. While she strained away, she longed to move nearer to him. He dent over, looked at her knowingly. She glanced down at his left hand as it touched her knee, She sprang up, started noisily and needlessly to wash the dishes. He helped her. He was too lazy to adventure further— and too used to women in his pro fession, She was grateful for the impersonality of his talk, It en- abled her to gain control, She knew that she had skirted wild thoughts. month after, on a sieighing- ty, under the buffalo robes in the bobsled, he whispered, “You pretend to be a grown-up school- teacher, but you're nothing but a@ kiddie. His arm was about her. She resisted. “Don't you lke the poor, lonely Bachelor?” he yammered in @ fatu- ous way. “No, I don't! You don’t care for) me in the least. You're just prac- | ticing on me.” “You're so mean! I'm terribly fond of you.” “I'm not of you. And I'm not going to let myself be fond of you, either.” He persistently drew her toward him. Sh6 clutched his arm. Then she threw off the robe, climbed out of the sled, raced after it with Harry ha Haydock. At the dance which fol: | \*" Jowed the sleigh.ride Kennicotr was devoted to the watery prettiness of Maud Dyer, and Vida was noisily tn terested in getting up @ Virginia Reel. Without seeming to watch nicott, she knew that he did not é fir bs 3 Hitt Bg i Hl 5 . TEE I i g& i rE ag li i thy sfsaed: siftelster eli STEEL MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hews, Ine. tion, Vida raged, while her conscious schoolroom mind fussily begged her to control this insanity, During her first call half of her wanted to welcome a fellow reader of books; the other half itched to find out whether Carol knew any- thing about Keantioott's former in terest im herself. She discovered that Carol was not aware that he had ever touched another woman's hand. Carol was an amusing, naive, ou. riously learned child. While Vida was most actively describing the slories of the Thanatopsis, and com. plimenting thie librarian on her training as a worker, she was fancy. ing that this girl was the child born of herself and Kennicott; and out of that symbolizing she had a comfort she had not known for months, When she came home, after sup- per with the Kennicotts and Guy Pollock, she had a sudden and rather Pleasant backsliding from devotion. She bustled into her room, she slammed her hat on the bed, and chattered, “I don't care! I'm a lot lke her-—except a few years older. I'm light and quick, too, and I can talk just as well as she can, and I'm sure— Men are such fools, I'd de ten times as sweet to make love to as that dreamy baby. And I am as good-looking!” But as she sat on the bed and stared at her thin thighs, defiance coned away. She mourned: “No. I'm not. Dear God, how we fool ourselves! I pretend I'm ‘spiritual.’ I pretend my legs are graceful. They aren't. They're skinny. Old-maidish, I hate it! I that impertinent young woman! Gopher Prairie. This last facet of Vida's thought was the one which, after @ year, was most often turned to the light. In a testy way she people that want a : 3 b pyre 3 frente Ath [ if 85 ae | zg i i : was itent, and always would be, a Uberal. She believed t details could excitingly be al- é i | if HH oils i il u i é f i eF li rl iz i / if a i ez & = H ! | si § igi i | i ; | they got to look at things in a prac: -land Raymie talked about Carol's “You're my prisoners,” called Mr. Nautilus thru the wall There wasn't a thing to be seen 4p the empty room of Mr. Nautilus’ Zouse when Nancy and Nick slipped 4m, hoping to find Mr. Hermit Crab. | ‘The walls were of finest pearl, as| were the floor and ceiling, and the softest, loveliest colors were flashing im every direction as from a beau- tifully shaded lamp. The Twins were | so Jost in admiration that they did | not notice what was happening. ‘This: Mr. Nautilus, after recovering from his surprise, went on with his building at a furious rate. He plas- tered and smoothed and molded, and | the first thing you knew he had the| y into the room where the ins were hiding, shut up tight. “Oh, oh, ohf” cried Nancy, grub. Bing Nick's arm, “See how dark it fst Wh—What's happened?” _ “You're my prisoners,” called Mr. Wautiius thru the wall, “You're shut called Nick, giving Gane’ hand a comforting put. ‘ere not afraid! Our Shoes will eee ee get us out of this. All we have to do is to wish.” In a whisk, the Twins were back at the Cross Roads where Cap'n Pennywinkle was bossing the traf- fic. “You blessed children,” cried the fairy policeman when he saw them. “I'm so relieved! I found Hermy Crab inside of a whelkshell and gave him his lecture. I'm sure he'll be- have now, but I've been worried about you. I've had word from the Fairy Queen that she needs you very much, J cannot spare you, it's true, but along in the fall with Christmas coming ‘n’ all, she’s so extra busy we'll all have to do what we can.” “Oh, goodby, then, Cap’n Penny- winkler’ said the Twins, shaking hands with the littie fairyman. “We'll come back to see you again some day and—" Before he could answer the Twins were gone! (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) “| wot rid of in a few months, re-| aid not really know him THE _ DOINGS OF THE NUFFS HELLO THERE, “Tom! tively known to have worn handker- chiefs in her bédice a» hn, the town had simply roared at her. Of course the rector and she were) Then there was the mysterious woman with the dyed hair and pen- ciled eyebrows, who wore tight Eng- lish dresses, like basques, who smelied of stale musk, who Mirted with the men and got them to ad- vance money for her expenses in a lawsuit, who laughed at Vida's read- ing at a s@chvolentertainment, and went off owing a hotel-bill and th: three hundred dollars she had bor rowed, ‘Vida tnststed that she loved Carol, but with some satisfaction she com- pared her to these traducers of the town. m Vida had enjoyed Raymle Wuth- erapoon's singing in the Episcopal choir; she had thoroly reviewed the weather with him at Methodist so clabies and in the Ron Ton. Put ahe till she | moved to Mrs. Gurrey’s boarting- | house. It was five years after her| affair with Kennicott. She was, thirty-nine, Raymie perhaps a year younger. She mid to him, and sincerely, “My! You can do anything, with | your brains and tact and that heav.| ently voice, You were #0 good in) ‘The Girl from Kankakee.’ You! made me feel terribly stupid. you'd gone on the stage, I betleve you'd be just as good anybody in Minneapolis. But still, I'm not worry you stuck to business. It's, such @ constructive career.” “De you really think so?” yearned Raymie, across the apple-sauce, It was the first time that either of them had found a dependable in- tellectual —compantonship. ‘They | looked down on Willis Woodford, the | bankclerk, and his anxious baby.) centric wife, the silent Lyman Caanes, the slangy traveling, man, and the rest of Mrs. Gurrey*s unen- lightened guests. They sat opposite, and they sat late. They were ex- hilarated to find that they agreed in confeasion of faith: “People like Sam Clark and Harry Haydock arent earnest about mu- sie and pictures and eloquent ser mone and really refined movies, but then, on the other hand, people Ike Carol Kennicott put too much stress on all this art. Folks ought to ap-) preciate lovely things. but just the game, they got to be practical ana— teal way.” Smilin: preased-giass pickle-dish, neeing Gurrey’s lnty — supper-cloth diated by the light of intimacy, iz each other the Mrs. irra Vida colored turban, Carol's nweet- ee, Carol's new low shoes, Carol's erroneous theory that there was no need of etrict discipline in school, Carol's amiability In the Bon Ton, Carol's flow of wild ideas, which, honestly, just simply made you ner- vous trying to keep track of them: About the lovely cweny o gents’ in the Bon Ton window as joatal about port : last Sunday, the fact tha sey tat Te cer ase as nice as “Jerusalem the Golden.’ and the way Raymie stood up to Juanita Haydock when she came into the store and tried to run things and he as much aa told her that she was so anxious to have folks think she was smart and bright that she said things she didn’t mean, and anyway, Raymie was running the shoedepartment, and if Juanita, or Harry either, didn't like the way he ran things, they could go get an- if man: oUKvout Vida's new jabot which made her look thirty-two (Vida’s on timate) or twenty-two (Raymie’s es- timate), Vida’s plan to have the high-school Debating Society give a playlet, and the difficulty of keeping the younger boys well behaved on the playcround when a big lubber like Cy Bogart acted up #9; ‘About the picture post-card which Mrs. Dawson had sent,to Mrs. Cass from Pasadena, showing roses grow- ing right outdoors in February, the change in time on No, 4, the reck- lean way Dr. Gould always drove his auto, the reckless way almost all these people drove their autos, the fallacy of supposing that these socialists could carry on a govern. ment for a8 much as six months if they ever did have a chance to try out their theories, and the crazy way in which Carol jumped from subject ject. gree once beheld Raymie as a thin man with spectacles, mournful drawn-out face, and colorless stiff hair, Now she noted that his jaw was square, that his long hands movéd quickly and were bleached in ed manner, and that his trust- Oke ated that he had “led She began to call 4 to bounce in defense of his unselfishness and thoughtful- ness every time Juanita Haydock or CARS SToe Hike EVERETT TRUE THIS I've RGEn TAVRANT. Im “Tris An Embarrassing Situation HE’S WAITING is Tee TVs Times Rese cor Me SES THe Biir-oF- PARE, WecL, tov may BRinwG Me A Dousce CROGCR of ESS STAINS WHERS THOT ONLY HAVe THe NAMES THIS 1S AS FAR AS 1° GOING THIS MORNING | TOM - I'M SORRY - YOU INTHE USUAL HABIT VIOLET PERFUMED FACE ar THE Grattle _ « Page 524 IDOL, (Chapter 1V) “I suppose,” said the-littie-lady- withwhite-curis, going on with her story of the idol and the flood, “If my father had been at home when I got there the trouble would have been stopped before it began. “But he wasn’t. And being ac- customed to getupg pretty much what I wanted, I danced up to the hired men and told my story. “And he's big,” I cried, “ "bout as big as this,” and I squatted down, making myself as nearly as I could into the shape of the queer stone. “And he has two big old bowls of sand, and I want those, too, Come on, come on; bring the wagon ‘cause you'll never be able to carry him all of the way, and when daddy comes home—— Hah! There he'll be sit- ting up in the front yard big as) life, Won't daddy be ‘sprised?| Come on before anybody elve knows about it.” They came. I was the little daughter of the man for whom they worked, and a desire to please me, and curiosity as to the thing I had found made them more than willing to quit their heavy work and come. “Tt was all the four of them could do to get the mbbit out of the sand into the wagon when we reached the river bank, the thing was #0 heavy.” “Did it look like a real rabbit?” David asked, “Yea, and no,” she answered. “Tt sat like a rabbit and had legs lke a rabbit, but its ears were more like dog’s ears, and it was roughly hewn, but I called it a rabbit. “The men walked round and round it when they saw it, ‘It's an old one, all right,’ they said, ‘shouldn't wonder if it's been buried a hundred years; wonder who made it, and what for? “Well, we got it hom’ and it looked even better in the yard than I had thought it would look. “Father came home and laugh- ed about the trouble I had given the hired men, but nobody cared. “At least we didn’t know that anybody cared about my rabbit. (To Be Continued) TK eee Rita Gould giggled about him at the Jolly Seventeen. On a Sunday afternoon of late autumn they walked down to Lake Minniemashie, Ray said that he would like to see the ocean; it must be a grand sight; it must be much grander than a lake, even a great chusetta—historical There's Lex- ington where we turned back the redcoats, and Longfellow’s home at Cambridge, and Cape Cod—just everything—fishermen and whale ships and sanddunes and every- thing.” She wished that she had a little cane to carry. He broke off a willow big lake. Vida had seen it, she stated modestly; she bad seen it on a summer trip to Cape Cod. “Have you been clear to Cape Cod? Massachusetts? I knew you'd traveled, but I never realized you'd been that far!’ Made taller and younger by his interest she poured out, “Oh, my yes, @ wonderful trip, So many of interest thru Massa- 7; It points branch, “My, you're strong!” she said. “No, not very, I wish there was a Y. M. C, A, here, so I could take up regular exercise. I used to think I could do pretty good acrobatics, if I had a chance.” “I'm sure you could, You're un- usually the, for a large man.” “Oh no, not so very, But I wish | your age! j bonus if the others get them?” AM-THIS IS JUST Ail EMERGENCY, OF USING “THE BATHROOM “To DO ARENT “THE PRIMA DONNA, WASHING YOUR SOCKS WITH ~ Sospt 1 SUPPOSE THIS PROCESS MRS. HOOPLE = Y'SEE TW’ CHMKS AT MY Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1931, Seattle Star) CHAPTER XIV—ROSE TAKES ME TO HER FLAT “Yea, little girlf Motherdear told me when I related Rose's gossip, “ve heard that McMasters has given one young woman a yacht, and; has set another up in her own studio—perhaps as a bonus for big success!” Certainly McMasters was a won- derful," wonderful man to work for!) “How very fortunate we are, Motherdear!’ I exclaimed. “Yes—most fortunate because we do not need any presents from him, little girl! You're so well paid—your salary is remarkable for a child of But even if we were worth it and McMasters offered us a house as @ bonus, we'd refuse, dear.” “Why refuse—why can't I take a “Impossible! Motherdear shook her head emphatically and that set- ued it. I was sorry she would not talk about McMasters. Rose Montillon talked about him a good deal, and I ‘wanted to let Motherdear know that Rose kept inviting me to little sup- pers to which McMasters also was asked. Sometimes Rose itemized the | marvelous menu she intended to!} serve and I really couldn't see how she could be so extravagant. Neither could I accept any of her bids. I had to work terribly hard in “Love in Leash.” If lucky, I reached home about 7 In the evening. I would soon get too thin for the films if I lost my sleep. I had to explain this to Rose over and over. She seemed to think that I ought to seize the chance to dine with the producer. I suppose I never shall know just what happened to my car when it was parked in the studio court, one day. My chauffeur discovered some engine trouble after I was seated and ready to go home, Rose was ready, too, Her car was next mine, Seeing my predicament, she offered me a seat by her side. My auto would have to be towed to garage for repairs, We would have dinner at her house, later a ride in the park, and go home. ‘The plan soundéd good to me. The routine of the movie game often was monotonous. I loved the studio, but occasionally, in spite of its excite- ment, I had bad moments of de- pression. I had slumped into one of them the day Rose carried me off to her house to dine, we had a Y. M. It would be dandy in improving the memory—I believe a fellow ought to go on educating himself and improving his mind even if he ig in business, don't you, Vida I guess I'm kind of fresh to call you ‘Vida'?” “I've been calling you ‘Ray’ for weeks!” He wondered why she sounded tart. He helped her down the bank to the edge of the lake but dropped her hand abruptly, and as they sat on a willow log and he brushed her sleeve, he delicately moved over and murmured, “Oh, excuse me—accl- dent.” ‘em once, I’ve told 'em a dozen times to get in a side-line of light-weight pants for gents’ summer wear, and of course here they go and let a cheap kike like Rifkin beat them to it and grab the trade right off ‘em, and then Harry said—you know how Harry is, maybe he don't*mean to be grouchy, but he’s such a sore- head—" He gave her a hand to risa “If Litts, She: stared at the mud-trowned chilly water, the floating gray reeds. “You look so thoughtful,” he said. She threw out her hands, “TI am! Will you kindly tell me what's the use of—anything! Oh, don't mind me. I'm a moody old hen. Tell me about your plan for getting a part- nership in the Bon Ton. I do think you're right: Harry Haydock and that mean old Simons ought to give you one.” He hymned the old unhappy wars in which he had been Achilles and the mellifluous Nestor, yet gone his righteous ways unheeded by the cruel kings, “Why, if I've told rire Sheree ay Ry sent “Pape’s Cold Compound” Don't stay stuffed-up! Quit blow- ing and snuffling! A dose of “Pape's Cold Compound” hours until three doses are taken usually breaks up @ cold and ends all grippe misery, The first dose opens clogged-up nostrils and air passages of head; STOR a entitled to. severe training in dancing under @ Russian professional; no bacon for me in summer, no fudge in winter. A dinner in Rose's fiat looked like wild adventure to ma I phoned Motherdear how matters stood. Very, reluctantly, she consented to Rose's plan. ¥ But Henry wasn’t at home whem we reached the Larkin apartment. “We must have company,” Rose insisted. Without consulting me as to whom she should invite, she stepped to the phone and called up McMasters. I didn’t want to see the producer, I was too weary to talk to him. t didn’t want to exert myself. I didn't: want him to smile and lean toward me when he talked. But Rose was heedless of my sud- den expostulations. She kept right on talking to McMasters, then hung up the receiver with a peculiar smile, McMasters was delighted to come, (To Be Continued) ¥ —— He hymned the old unhappy awful if a lady goes on a walk with him and she can’t trust him and he tries to flirt with her and all” “I'm sure you're highly trust worthy!” she snapped, and she sprang up without his aid. Then, smiling excessively, “Ub—don't you think Carol sometimes fails to ap- preciate abe ability?" bs is Quickest Relief ' taken every two hae costs only a few cents at drug t It acts without assistance, nice. Contains no quinine, Pape’s.—Advertisement, :