The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 22, 1921, Page 17

+ M (Continued From Yesterday) Everywhere Carol heard that the war was going to bring a basic Pehange in psychology, to purity and wpitt everything from marital rela fons to national politics, and she to exult in it Only she did pot find it B] made bandages for the ing up bridge, and laughing wing to do without sugar, Gould's with a dence, of Terry earryings-on and ibbage, ities only 3s Bpa 1, and efficient at making} é Ings, but she could not, like 4 irs. Lyman Cass and Mrs. Bogart, ‘t be so pert Some of us much, and we're glad to. it we expect that "There was weeping de herself that king croaked: me; got two new cows you become a patriot? . they'll cy of death. Yes, sure, nded to them by bout the war.” __ It was not a thought of the war it remained with her after Miles’ mation but a perception that she Vida and all of the goodinten- some. acc aregd = seperate: Sadat Fe oh i thee ificant, because the “common | burrow: in eyes wart blue | ‘were able to do things for | Pillow to escape the electric Wieht. | fo ROE Bauaw | Sake. Ives, and hi likely to, as/ then sat up abruptly, emall and fraii as they: learned the tact. ‘The | in hin woolly mightdrawers, his floss | new Cadillag, There wa ti of millions of workmen ke Miles taking contro! frightened and she scuttled rapidly away | He stared at the stranger, in a man- thesrthought of a time whenjmer of patient dismissal. He ex. might no longer retain the po-|Pltined confidentially the} "Daddy wouldn't let it be morning Ale ks si { who wanted to “do of Lady Bountiful to ca's entrance into the war, the momentous event happened visit of the great Perey Brew the millionaire president of Dear Jack: She saw the women who Red Cross at but gyer the surgicaldressings they did Pet peak of God and the souls of m, but of Miles Bjornstam’s im weandal farmer's wehter four years ago, of cooking . of altering bdiouses. ir references to the war touched She herself was the dressings with hate for ene When she protested to Vida, “The ig do the work while these old sit around and interrupt us and with hate because they're too to do anything but Vida turned on her “If you can't be reverent, at least and hate, opinionated, when men and women are dy- we have given up At you others ‘n't try to be witty at our ex » Carol did desire to see the Prus- @an autocracy defeated; she did per. there were no jooracies rave that of Prussia; she thrill to motion-pictures of troops im New York; and she uncomfortable when she met Bjornstam on the street and "s tricks? Things going fine Wen, Bh? bring democracy—the war since the Garden of Eden workmen have gone out to fight Other for perfeetly good. rea- thetr Now me, I'm wise, I'm so that I know 1 don’t know any- and Beas and Oscarinas i “Well, Jack, I find I can make jf | Bresnahan as tho he had never seen 0 go to Washington as a dollar the man before. year man for the government, in| NOVEMBER 22. 1921, BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. nahan laughing down at them from! the train vestibule-big, immaculate, | jvverjawea, with the eye of an ex: | ecutive. In the voles of the profes | sional Good Fellow he bellowed, Howdy, folks!" As she was intro: | duced to him (net he to Bresna: | {han looked into her eyes, and his hand-shake waa warm, unhurried, | He dectined the offers of motors; he walked off, bis arm about the | shoulder of Nat Hicks, the sporting | | tailor, with the elegant Harry Hay-| | dock carrying one of his enormous pale leather bags, Del Snafflin the) other, Jack Elder bearing an over. coat, and Julius Flickerbaugh the fishing-tackle, Carol noted that tho Bresnahan wore spats and a stick, no stall boy Jeered, She decided, {"L must have Wil get a double- | breasted blue coat and & wing collar and a dotted bow-tie like Ris." | That evening, when Kennicott was trimming the grass along the walk | with sheep-shears, Bresnahan rolled | up, alone, He was now in corduroy | trousers, khaki shirt open at the| throat, a white boating hat, and) marvelous canvasand-leather shoes | “On the job there, old Will! Sa my Lord, this is living, to come back | and get into a regular man-sised pair of pants, They can talk all they want to about the city, but my idea of a good time is to loaf around and see you boys and catch a gamey | sad me ree He hustled up the walk and blared | at Carol,” “Where's that little fellow? I hear you've got one fine big he boy that @eu're holding out on me!" “He's gone to bed," rather briefiy, know, And rules are rules these days, Kids get routed thru/ the shop like a motor, But look here, sister; I'm one great hand at! dusting rules. Come on now, let | Unele Perce have a look at him. Please now, sister?" He put his arm about her waint; it was a large, strong, sophisticated | arm, and very agreeable; he grinned | at her with a devastating knowing: | ness, while Kennicott glowed inane. | ly, She flushed; she was alarmed by the ease with which the big-city man invaded her guarded personal. ity. She was glad, in retreat, to seamper ahead of the two men up- stairs to the hallroom in which Hugh slept. All the way Kennicott [meteres, “Well, well, say, gee whit- takers but it's good to have you back, certainly is good to see your" Hugh lay on his stomach, making an carnest business of sleeping. He of brown halr wild, the pillow clutched to his breast. He wailed. to Cerol, et. What does the pillow say?" Brestahan dropped his arm ca- ressingly om Carol's shoulder: he Pronounced, “My Lord, you're a lucky girl to have a fine young husk = seat t Dae Witt knew what was is when he persuaded you to take a chance on an old bum Nike him! They tell me you come from St. Paul. We're going to get you to come to Boston some day.” He leaned over the bed. “Young man, you're the alickest sight I've seen this side of Boston. With your permission, may we present you with @ slieht token of gur regard and ap- preciation of your long service?" He held out a red rubber Pierrot Hugh remarked, “Gimme it,” bid it under the bedclothes, and stared at \? For once Carol permitted herseif aviation motor section, and teil the spiritual luxury of not asking. m how much I don't know about; “Why, Hugh, dear, what do you say h me a big black bass you and Sam Clark a‘ a day-day, wave me a giaes of beer. J “Sincerely yours, | All members of the social, Yeta the librarian. 8. the old chestnut heads. “CQlite tree over you think?” woods,” pointed Nick. “Well, well, well!’ Mushroom. “It Let's see! There's the old maple all dressed up in nodded rich orange. Mr. Beech Tree is Purple, and the dogwood with ‘es looks like heart's blood. Mr, Oak is still shiny green paint. Tell Bert Tybee | ways he told Carol what a charming finan-|woman fall in love with him. But i, scientific, literary, and sporting | it wouldn't last a week. were at No. 7 to meet Bresna-/ tired of his confounded buoyancy. Mrs. Lyman Cass was beside Dei Snaffliin the barber, and Juanita Haydock almost cordial to Miss Vil- Carol saw Bres- Well, then,” smiled the Mushroom. “Here they are, kid- The Magical Mushroom looked up ft the lovely, russet-yellow leaves of their lovely work Jack Frost has dene here, children, don’t “Oh, yes, and look over in the! the) id grand, isn't it! sugar. | red. | And the soft-maple is a bright, bright quite its million red berries and all its red : old sreen, but Jack Frost | that they wi cl has already begun on the tips of his vib ane em eee Cg leaves, and Mr. Cedar and Mr. Pine have just had a fresh coat of dark | eagerly. And look at the lovely gray of the willows! Yes, Jack Frost is not only useful about sweet ening up the grapes and pumpkins for Thankseiving, and shaking down Ruts for our winter store, but he's ‘ jors. But before T start inj When some one gives you a presto go with them, but I would like @ hero I want to shoot out and ent?” and cuss ma nd Harry laydock and Will Kennicott and the of you pirates. I'li Jand in G, | fishing-trip, Will on June 7; on No. 7 from Mpls. The great man was appar.) ently waiting. They stood in inane suspense till Bresnahan led/them out, | rumbling. “How about planning a| He remained for half an hour. Al- person she was; always he looked at her krfowingly. a “Yes. He probably would make a I'd get | | Hie hypocrisy. He’s a spiritual bully. He makex me rude to him in self. defense. Oh, yes, he is giad to be here. He does like us. Hi an artist. What a pity that he can’t help Mr. Pim Pim’ It was out at last! Phe thing that the old fairy had come to tell the children, “Pim Pim! Mr. Pim Pim!" repeat- ed Nancy. “Who's he? © And why| should Jack Frost help him?” “Mr. Pim Pim is Prince of thé Brownie answered the Mushroom, “and he's in trouble. The Vairy Queen told him that it was time to gather up all the colors he could for Santa to put on the Christmas tree toys, and the gnomes found out all about it They are so mischievous j | him.’ “Can't we help?’ asked Nick “If we only had the Magical Green Shoes!" said Nancy. “Well, then,” smiled the Mush- room. “Here they are, kiddies.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Beattie Star) "VE BEEN READING IN THE NEWSPAPER HOW THE FAT GIRLS IN NEW YoRK HAVE FORMED A WALKING CLUB “TO REDUCE- SO 1 THINK I'Li TRY IT OUT- TAGALONG= WE AQE GOING OVER Td MRS. BANOY'S — { ctor that he convinces his own | self... . Vd bate him in Boston. | He'd have all the obvious big-city things, Limousines, Discreet even ing-clothes, Order a clever dinner at a smart restaurant. Drawing room decorated by the beat firm—but the plotures giving him away, I'd rath or talk to Guy Pollock in his dusty office, . . . How I lie! His arm coaxed my shoulder and his eyes | dared me not to admirn him, I'd be afraid of him. I hate him! . . . Oh, the inconceivable egotistic imagina- tion of women! All this stew of) analysis about a man, a good, de) cent, friendly, efficient man, because he was kind to me, as Will's wifer Iv . The Kennicotts, the Elders, the Clarks, and Bresnahan went fishing They drove forty miles to the loke in Elder's much laugh art, much storing of lunch-baskets and jointed poles, much inquiry as to whether it would really bother Carol to sit with her feet up on a roll of shawls. When they were ready to go. Mre. Clark lamen' “Oh, Sam, I forgot my magazine.” and Bresnahan bul lied, “Come on now, if you women think you're going to be literary, you can't go with us tough guys! Every one laughed a great deal, a they drove on Mre. Clark plained that tho probably she would not have read it, still, she might have wanted to, while the other girls had a nap in the afternoon, and nhe was right in the ‘middie of a seri it was an awfully exciting story— it seems thet thie girl was a Turk fah dancer (only she was really the daughter of an American lady and & Russian prince) and men kept run ning after her, just disgustingly, but | she remained pure, and there was a scene— While the men floated on the Inke, casting for black bass, the women prepared lunch @nd yawned. Caro! wha « little resentful of the manner in which the men aasumed that they did not care to fitch “I don't want the privilege of refusing.” The lunch was long and pleasant. Tt was a background for the talk of the great man come home, hints of cities i large imperative affairs and famoun people, jocorely modest admissions that, yes, their friend Perce was doing shout as well as most of these “Boston swells that think so much of themseives because | they come from rich old families and went to college and everything. Be- lieve me, it's us new business men | that are running Beantown today,/ and not a lot of fussy old bucks! snoozing in their clubs | Carol realized that he was not one! of the sons of Gopher Prairie who, | if they do not actually starve in the| East, a invariably spoken of as “highly successful”; and she found behind his too incessant flattery a genuine affection for his mates, It; was in the matter of the war that he most favored and thrilled them Dropping his voice while they bent | Nearer (there was no one within two, | miles to overhear), he disclosed the | | tact that in both Boston and Wash-; ington he'd been getting a lot of in- side stuff on the war—right straight | from headquarters—he was in toych | with some men-—couldn’t name them | but they were darn high up in both | the War and State Departments— and he would say—only for Pete's sake they mustn't breathe one word | of this; it was strictly on the Q. T.| and not generally known outside of | Washington—but just between our-| selver—and they could take this for | gospel—Spain had finally decided to join the Entente allies in the Grand Herap. Yes, sir, there'd be two mil-| lion fully equipped Spanish soldiers | fighting with us in France in one month now. Some surprise for Ger many, all right! “How about the prospects for rev- alution’ in Germany?” reverently | quked Kennicott. ‘The authority grunted, “Nothing | to it. ‘The one thing you can bet on | ja that no matter what happens to! the German people, win or lose, they'll stick by the Kaiser till hell freezes over, I got that absolutely straight, from a fellow who's on the| inside of the inside in Washington. No, sirt 1 don’t pretend to know much about international affairs but one thing you can put down an set- tled is that Germany will be a Ho- henzollern empire for the next forty years. At that, I don't know ae it's | DOINGS OF THE NUFRS T ‘Tu’ DAY OF TW Big {LL KEEP ON GOING AND WHEN 1GET THERE ILL WEIGH MYSELF - DON'T + Be LEnIGD Ha S OF MUNDREDS TeaT THE VanrrTy of ONG "MAN” may 26 mc KL6D} Q@oD &TY You ENVE4RING OF HUMANS 380 SE EE SE SEIS & r “We children,” lady-with the white - curls, * Ghattle Pero le: Page 527 NIGHT PERIL (Continued From Last Night) said the little “slept quietly enough thru thé scrateh- ing sounds which had waked our parenta, but when that great heavy body landed on the low roof over our heads, we too waked and listened and trembled. “What is it? we questioned. ‘Must be a cow,’ my father answered, ‘judging by the weight of it.’ “Whi ever it is it's on the roof and it must not get in.’ “It may be a big wolf; it may be a bear’ “well? my mother said, “the roof is new and strong, and the door and windows are barred, so T think we are safe.’ father said, What about the chimney? my looking toward the giow of ashen and half-burned coals which had been the fire, we shuddered. “Mother said, ‘I've always heard that wild beasts are afraid of fire; ee aasemteiellial let's make a big fire and perhaps it will leave.’ “Thud! Thud! Thud! sounded the heavy tread over our heads. “The house had no ceiling, only the low roof and heavy rafters, and the beast seemed most awfully near. “Father got up and made a fire and we waited, but while the tramping and circling left the end of the house near the chimney, It never stopped. “And every little while we could hear a sort of snarly, sob bing, heavy breath, “It was terrible, “Mother took us over near her and said, ‘Don’t be afraid, he can't come down the chimney as long as there ia fire on the hearth,’ “Then tather threw on another stick and said, ‘Not while the fire burns, but that's our last stick of wood, and I dare not go out after more. What shall we do when the wood is gone? * (To Be Continued) A iafhiaMhemeeensneeeesanesremaesseneeesseesesdl flatly, there, Carol, honey, “1 can speak by the book I'm surprised | to find you talking like a New York Russian Jew, or one of these long hairs! I can tell you, only you don't so bad, The Kaiser and the Junk: |need to let every one in on it, this ers keep a firm hand on a lot of) is confidential, I got it from a man these red agitators who'd be worse | who's close to the State Department, then a king if they could get con- trol.” “I'm terribly interested in this up- rising that overthrew the Czar in Russia,” suggested Carol, She had finally been conquered by the man’s wizard knowledge of affairs, Kennicott apologized for her: “Car. rié’s nuts about this Thuswian revo. lution. Is thera much to it, Perce?” | but as a matter of fact the Czar will be back in power before the end of the year retiring and a@ but I know he’s ‘You,#ead a lot about his ut his being killed, ‘ot a big army back of him, and he'll show these damn agitators, lazy beggars hunting for a soft that ‘fall for ‘em, where they get off! “There is not!” Bresnahan sald Carol was sorry to hear that thelany berth bossing the poor goats he'll show ‘em Czar was comimg back, but she said nothing. The others had looked va- cant at the mention of a country so far away as Russia. Now they edged in and asked Bresnahan what he thought about the Packard car, in- vestments in Te: oil-wells, the comparative merits of young men bom in Minnesota and in Massa- chusetts, the question of prohibition, the future cost of motor tires, and wasn't it true that American avia- tore put it all over these French men? They were glad to find that he agreed with them on every point, As she heard Bresnahan announce, “We're. perfectly willing, to. talk to committee tho men muy choose, |dock leaned from a GREAT HEAVENS IVE GAINED “TEN Pounds: | AW, MOM,YA DON'T WANTA MAKE US LOSE, vO VA? O QS Len) { tu) A PICTURE OF ME IN A HAMMOCK AT THE COTTAGE SAYS T LOOK LIKE ELSIE BY ALLMAN 1 WANT TO GO , STRAIGHT BACK, “TO TOWN, bt U-UE AIN'T GONNA PLAY = HE'S GONNA REFECEE! FROM TH’ WRECK OF “TH HESPERUS! LiSS GILBERT SHOWS SOME LAST SUMMER SNAPSHOTS TO A NEW 'FIND Motherdear didn’t sleep very well that night. More than once realized that she was arranging a cover over me sleep late. So much trouble she took for me! All the money I was earning didn’t make life a bit easier for her, The higher I climbed and the harder I worked, the harder I made life for her. Once I told her so and she re- plied: “Why, little daughter, that’s what & mother is for!" could see that I never could earn a salary of ix figures if Motherdear had not been behind me with her own special brand of morale. I had one regret connected With Rose's dinner, 1 hadn't asked her with whom Cissy Sheidon had fallen #0 violently in love. ‘ It really didn't matter to me so much as an explanation of what was making Cissy so dependable, I was grateful to any girl who could per: form that miracle. It helped my own work tremendously to have Cissy ar- rive on time at the studio, and be wide awake when he arrived, I did not know about that but I) Confessions of a Movie Star CHAPTER XVII-—-I DREAD FIRST BEDROOM SCENE 1 In the early dawn, | over, she drew the shades so that I could) with some of our j (Copyright, 1821, Seattle Btar) I wanted to know the girl to whom ; had long full sleeves with close cuffs. I was so indebted. Certainly it was | 1t was of corn-colored satin—it would nobody in the studios. I named them | “shoot” a pure white. It was 80 Cissy had flirted outrageously | quaint that I loved it. : beauties. And| Dick was to be the villain, who, more than one of them complained, | after a struggle in my room, would — with Ginette, that Cissy was a piker!| strangle me, Othello fashion He wasn't spending a dollar on a| Cissy was to come to the rescue, in girl where formerly he had spent/a break-away set which would per- ten! mit the villain to escape from him, What a man spent on an evening’s| That was the vision. Two genera- entertainment seemed to be the only} tions later. Cissy would arrive on measure they had for a man, time and as our own Cegpsearyee = we aa C would settle the family feud forever, I was glad Cissy was reforming | Ve appy to postpone the love: Mrenuous play. T didn't want any {sees with Cissy as long as possible we I couldn't bear to think of them, after the revealing kiss which had completed our last picture, It had been an initiation ih an emotion hitherto unknown tome. It gave There was @ bedroom scene, Motherdear had objected and she and’ Demairon had talked it over and she admitted that the theatre me a hint, at last, of Motherd owners and managers demanded | rule for boys and girls: Hands such stuff and that probably 1I|° But 1 think 1 dreaded the couldn't evade the longer. ‘The bedroom scene would go into the reel as “a vision.” I belonged to the eighties in the play, I was the heroine, her mother, and her grandmother, I was to wear a nightie of the old style which buttoned high about the throat and demand ANY! scene most on account of Dick’s part — in it, I didn’t want him to touch ~ me, And there was no way of fak- ing the struggle. I dreaded it also on account of the crowd of men which collects along the chalkline when a bedroom set is shot. (To Be Continued) but we're not going to stand for some outside agitator butting in and telling us how we're going to run our plant! Carol remembered that Jackson Elder (now meekly receiv: ing New Ideas) had said the same thing in the same words. While Sam Clark waa digging up from his memory a long and im- mensely detatied story of the crush- ing things he had said to a Pullman porter, named George, Bresnahan hugged his knees and rocked and watched Carol, She wondered if he did not understand the laboriousness of the smile with which she listened to Kennicott's account of the “good one he had on Carrie," that marital, coyly improper, ten-times-told tale of how she had forgotten to attend to Hugh because she was “all het up pounding the bo: which may be translated as “eagerly playing the piano.” She was certain that Bres- nahan saw thru her when she pre- tended not to bear Kennigott's invi- tation to join a game of cribbage. She feared the comments he might make; she was irritated by her fear. She wae equally irritated, when the motor returned thru Gopher Prairie, to find that she was proud of shering in Bresnahan’s kudos as peo} waved, and Juanita Hay. window, \ Bho" four dollars — | my friend? Ha, ha, ha! A know how lippy Bjornstam is? Wi for once he didn’t have a thing to say. He tried to get fresh, and tell what a rotten town this is, and Perce come right back at him, ‘If you don’t like this country, you better get out + of it and go back to Germany, where you belong! Say, maybe us fillows didn't give Bjornstam the horse. laugh tho! Oh, Perce is the white. haired boy in this burg, all righteel™ © (Continued Tomorrows ‘ said to herself, “As tho I cared whether I'm seen with this fat pho- and sifiultaneously, has noticed how much I are playing with Mr. Will and Bresnahan The town was full of his stories, his friendliness, his memory for names, his clothes, his trout-flies, his generosity. He had given a hun- dred dollars to Father Klubok the priest, and a hundred to the Rever- end Mr, Zitterl the Baptist minister, for Americanization Work. At the Bon Ton, Carol heard Nat Hicks the tailor exulting: “Old Perce certainly pulled a good one on this feliow Bjornstam that always is shooting off his mouth. He's supposed to of settled down since he got married, but Lord, those fellows that think they know it all, they nevér change. Well, the Red Swede got the grand razz handed to him, all right. He had the nerve to breeze up to Perce, at Dave Dyer’s, and he said, he said to Perce, ‘I've always wanted to look at a man that was so useful that folks would pay him a million doliars for exist: ing,’ and Perce gave him the once over and come right back, ‘Have, eh? be says. ‘Well, he says, ‘I've been looking for a’ man so useful sweeping floors that 1 could pay him @ day. Want the job, FOR $'