The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 23, 1921, Page 9

eoeecccecccccoooces! , 2|| MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott RY SINCLATR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hows, Ine. BY SATTERFIELD TAKE THIS LETTER MISS, DASH) “On ACCOUNT OF AN INCREASE OF 70 oF AMY IN THE TAK LEVY, YouR, RENT _IS RAISED HO A MONTH — AND SEND IT TO ALL MY TENANTS~ COULD IMPORT IF THOSE-' * BLANKS THESE CIGARS FROM | wourd REALIZE THAT $ AT THE PRICE |EVERYBooy ELSE 15 WELPIN ute CHARQGIN- TH COUNTRY BACK TO wWHat'’s THE IDEA, PROSPERITY By CUTTIN ? THEIR PRICES, WED GET vs tal SOME WHERE! OH, NO; OF COURSE NOT! ROAST BEEF 80S WwW SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS = POTATOES Bos. SAy, DONT You FELLOWS] gurrae SIXTH EIVE!? BREAD AND ROTTER 108] Know TH WARS OVER? | ‘Say,fo THINK Youd BE TWO OLIVES ISS, COFFEE 1S] WararcHA TRYIN T'DO,| asHAMeD TO GOUuGE TH = MY STARS, 1 SHOULD A r THINK THESE PRorireens | “Tine, MILLION pusiic ‘AT WAY! 7 WOULD SHOW 4 " ‘ VE ( (/ suicide, But they seem to struggle along somehow! They don't know what they nvtes. And anybody oan endure anything. }look at men in mittee and in prisons.” Me drew up on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie, He glanced yen, bur I'm deine maternal.” [across the reeds réflected on the “him along! Bring him) water, the quiver of wavelets like aban was out of the| crumpled tinfoil, the diatant shores up the sidewalk, and|patehed with dark woods, silvery protests and dignities |oate and deep yellow wheat. He patted her hand. “Ste Carol, bring Hugh along. | you're a darting girl, but you're dif was silent for a mile,|fioult, Know what | think? Pie bot he looked at her as| “Yes,” the he meant her to know that he “Humpbh, Maybe you do, but everything she thought. My humble (net too humble) opinion Dghe observed how deep was his | ix that you like to be different. You | like to think you're peculiar, Why, if you know how many tons of thoy sands of women, especially in New York, say just what you do, you'd “Sister, you can't] lose all the fun of thinking you're "away with it. I'm onto you, You! lone genius and you'd be on the, me a big bluff. Well, may-| bandwagon whooping it up for de lam. But s0 are you, my dear | Gopher Prairie and a good decent | and pretty enough so that I'd try| family life, There'y always about a make love to you, if I weren't] million young women just out of col you'd slap me.” j'eme who want to teach thelr grand , Bresnahan, do you talk that| mothers how to suck eggs.” way to your wife's friendst And| “How proud you are ef that home- @ you call them ‘sis ly rustic metapber! You use it at) ‘Ag a matter of f And | ‘banquets’ and directory’ meetings, make fom like it, Score two!” But/and boast of your climb from a ehuckle was not so rotund, am | satan homestead.” eee {Continued in had borrowed or; he etopped at the Ken Dawled at Carol, rocking on the porch, “Better wanted to snub him. “Thanks Yesterday) a LITTLE SENSE - FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS Jackson ie 7* FO ae WOULD T PRor TEER On NO, © > COURSE NOT! ar He Wants to Know LET MS SEE WHY, fT SANS TT, TAGALONG, * MADE IN JADAN'! fields over the "he ad. ‘Fou really like them? There's no = NECK, MoM, ANY SGE WHERE T was very attentive to the am-| “Huh! You may have my num “ | ber, I'm not telling, But look here In a moment he was cautiously at-| You're so prejudiced against Gopher “That's a wonderful boy, | Prairié that you overshoot the mark; Kennicott. Great work these | you antagonize those who might be/| ry practitioners are doing. The} inclined to agree with you in some ‘day, in Washington, I was| particulars but— Great guns, the} to & big scientific shark, a| town can’t be all wrong?’ | in Jogns Hopkins medical] “No, it isn't, Rut it could be, Let | ‘and he was saying that no/ me tell you @ fable, Imagine a cave: | hee ever sufficiently appreciated | woman complainidg to her mate. She ny Lacock wre wok 4 bes sarthcglh se practitioner and the | doesn’t like one single thing: she hates | xs gr y Peay an hee rigpttvomed and help he gives folks. the damp cave, the rats running | rom inis town You'd ioc cate femack specialists, the young| over her bare legs. the stiff skin| (hia to nine with, ¥. * rood : fellows, they're so cocksure | karments, the eating of haif-raw| Sime day tn Boson Till show you sed so wrapped up in their labora. | meat, her husband's burhy face. the | how we buy a lunch, Well, hang it t that they miss the human ele. | constant battles, and the worship of | co: to be starting tek? P Except in the case of a few/ the spirits who will hoodoo her un-|" tne only anawer to his gospel of diseanes that no respectable |lesn she gives the priests her best | pect which ahe could find. when she i being would waste his time | claw neckince. Her man protests. | was home, wae a wail of “But Just 3 it's the old doc that keeps | ‘Rut it can’t all be wrong! and he | the same” ‘community well, mind and body, | thinks he has reduced her to ad. | And strikes me that Will is one of surdity. Now you assume that 4 Fell sehr Gage bee Men batore We steadiest and clearest headed | world which products a Percy Bree! iis eyes remained. Hin glances Practitioners I've ever met.) nahan and a Velvet Motor Company | 4+ her tips and halr and shoulders jmust be civiliged. It ie? Aren't we! reveaied to her that she Wig not a | i YOUR “WO-BIT PIECE IN MV HAND, COVER IT WITH A WANDKERCHIEF, AND, ALLA-KAZAM! (TS GONE! PRETTY SLICK, EH WILKY 2 F*t'm sure he is He's a servant, only about halfway along in bar | withand.mother alone, but a girl: 5 e | } suemest Mrs. Bogart § 8¢ that there still wére men in the “Come again? .Um, Yes. All of test. And we'll continue in bar] world as there had been in college whatever that is. . . Say, bariam just as long as people a8 agg” you don't care a whole lot for Nearly intelligent as you continue to| nat admiration led her to stud Prairie, if I'm not mistaken.” | defend things as they are because! Kennicott, to tear at the shroud of Nope.” they are.” | taut ne bs CStuee's where you're missing a| "Youre a fair spielen, ehiid, But,|2'tre Gout Memon. ene | chance. There's nothing to these ravi by golly, I'd like to see you try to me, I know! as barism? This | design a new manifold, or run a they go, You're! factory and keep a lot of your fellow | sisi iro mn I wish IT could reds from Cuech-siovenski-magyar | | g0dknowswheria on the job! You'd | drop your theories #0 darn quick! get| I'm not any defender of things as jthey are. Sure. They're rotten. why don’t you?” Why—Lord—can't All that midsummer month Carol | was sensitive to Kennicott. She re. jcalled a hundred grovesqueries: her comic dismay at bis having chewed tobaces, the evening when she had "t have to stay. I do!| Only I'm sensible.” | tried to read poetry to him: matters Do you| He preached bis gospel: love: of | which had seemed to vanish with no| Ike you. prominent | outdoors, Playing the Game, loyalty |tracé or sequence. Al o she re | had the neophyte's| peated that he had been heroically shock of discovery that, outside of | patient in his desire to join the army. tracts, conservatives do not tremble | She made much of her consoling «f- and find no @nawer-when an Setab- | deotion See him in little things, She clast turns om thers, but retort with | Iiked the homeliness of bis tinkering | (agility and confusing statistics. about the house; his strength and He was.so much the man, the| handiness as he tightened the hinges Worker, the friend, that she liked | of « shutter; his boyishness when he him when she most tried to stand/ ran to her to be comforted because Even out against him; he was so much | he had found rust in the barrel of you think you waste a lot the succegsful executive that she did| his pump«un. But at the highest poor scared | not want him to despise her. His| he to her another Hugh, with. ! mean!” | manner of sneering at what he calied | out the glamor of Hugh's unknown |. Dalit “parior socialiste” (tho the phrase | future. H don’t find it dull. These | was not overwhelmingly new) had a| ‘There was, late in June, a day of Haydocks have a| power which made her wish to pla- | heat-lightning. } time; dances and cards—” | cate his company of well-fed, speed | Because of the work impored by | don't. They're bored. Al-| loving administrators. When he Ge | the absence of the other doctors the 4 one here is. Vacuous:| manded, “Would you like fo asso-|Kennicotts had not moved to the and bad manners and spiteful! ciate with nothing but a lot of tur. | lake cottage but remained fn town, 's what I hate.” key-necked, horn-epectacied nuts that! dusty and irritable, In the after 4 things—course they're | have adenoids and need a haircut, | nogn, when she went to Oleson & Pe. are they in Boston! And / and that spend all their time kicking | McGuire's (formerly Dahl & Ole x else! Why, the faults| about ‘conditions’ and nevér do a/ son's), Carol was vexed by the an- 5 im this town are simply | lick of work?” she said, “No, but | @umption of the youthful clerk, re- nature, and never will be| just the same—" When he asserted, | cently come from the farm, that he Even if your caveworman was right) had to be neighborly and rude. He But ima Boston all the | in knocking the whole works, I bet | was no more brusquely familiar than (Ml admit [I have no|some red-blooded Regular Fellow,/a dozen other clerks of the town. find one another and|some real He-man, found her a nice but her nerves were heat-scorched. here—I' m alone, in a/ dry cave, and not any whining criti; When she asked for codfish, for ae Civde JACOBS, THE KIDDING EXPERT, MAKES A Y : A BORROWED COIN OF TIGHTWAD WILKYS VANISH == ») Srallle Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) CHAPTER XVIIJ—1 PLAY NURSE TO CISSY SHELDON I was astonished and gratified |derer on the face of the earth, and|the movies! Even kitchen work has Cissy--a wreck! helped in a play!" ar cising radical, she wriggied her/supper. he grunted, “What d'you coopt as it's stirred by Mr. e° s "My Lord, to hear you teil it, a i; ann, impolitely cai! ‘em, are so unhappy that it's « they don’t all up and commit Apv T !4 think that all the denizens, | head feebly, between a nod and a | shake. Hie large hands, sensual lips, easy voice supported his self-confidence, He made her feel young and soft— as Kennicott had once made her feet. ENTURES 4 INS gt think,” said the Mushroom, “that the entrance to the of Underneath,’ wood tree.” 4 tow Quickly the Twins slipped off ey own little stout brown shoes, ‘the where excitedly they slipped on Wonderful magical green ones gh fairy mushroom had Spas wm. They knew the power dst the merest scrap of u wish, they Would carry their wearers to the fds of the earth, up to the stars, a gd the ocean, over the mountains, into any part of Fairyland. Ang now they were going under the earth ie tne ® part of Fairyland where nl rownies lived. They were go- to help Mr. Pim Pim to gather 4 all the things for the Christmas rei Has eae a Pim Pim doesn't ata : it you've no idea rownies for help, They get bim Sorta of bright dyen for tree toyn Of the seoret places under the Sacks full of goiden-glitter 2 ailver-sheen, boxes of glesmins and blazing blue, cases of wonderful shoes, how, with | Upon him and! Pim Pim reigns, is just by the ruby red and sapphire shine, and | whole pounds of glittering, glowing, |*parkling, wonderful white to put [over everything! Now, you know, my dears, how | the good Mr. Santa gots his wonder. |ful colors to dye all of his orna- |Mr. Pim Pim and the Brownies, and who knowg? When you look at your |tree this year you'll never know but \that Nancy dug up some of the beau tiful blazing blue for the lovely glass helped Mr. Pim Pim to find the lerystals of ruby red to color the big \glittery star at the top. | “f think,” said the Mushroom, |"that the entrance to the ‘Land of Underneath’ where Pim Pim reigns, jis just by the dogwood tree. You, I remember perfectly, that's just where it is, to the left of those | stones,” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) |ments for the Christmas trees. From | ball near the bottom, or that Nick | want that darned old dry stuff for?” | “1 lke itt" | “Punk! Guess the doc can afford | something better than that. Try some of the new wienles we got in. | Swell, The Haydocks use ‘om.” | She exploded. “My dear young) man, it is not your duty to instruct me in housekeeping, and it doesn’t | particularly concern me what the Haydocks condescend to approve!” | He was hurt. He hastily wrapped; up the leprous fragment of fish; he! faped as she trailed out, She la-| mented, “I shouldn't have spoken | 46. He didn’t mean anything. Hoe) doekn’t know when he is being rude.” | Her repentance was not proof! against Uncle Whittier when ehe stopped In at his grocery for salt) land @ package of safety matches, | }Unele Whittier, In a shirt cotlartess | and soaked with sweat in a brown | streak down his back, was whining at a clerk, “Come on now, get A hustle on and lug that pound cake! up to Mis’ Cass’. Some folks in this town think a storekeeper ain't got) nothing to do but chase out ‘phone | orders. .. . Hello, Carrie. That dress | you got on looks kind of low in the neck to me. May be decent and) | modest~-1 suppose I'm old-fashioned —but I never thought much of show- ing the whole town a woman's bust! Afternoon, Mra. Sage? Just out of it. Lemm sel! you some other spices, Heh?" Uncle Whittier was nasally indig- nant. “Certainly! Got plenty other spices jus’ good as «age for any | purp'se whatever! What's the mat- lter with—-well, with allepice?” When Mra. Hicks had gone, he raged, “some folks don't know what they want! “Sweating sanctimonious bully my husband's uncle! thought Carol. She crept into Dave Dyers, Dave | held up his arms with, “Don't shoot! [1 surrendert* She smiled, but it oe- leurred to her that for nearly five |years Dave had kept up this game of pretending that she threatened his life. As she went dragging thru the prickly-hot street she reflected that a citizen of Gopher Prairie does not have jeata—he has a jest. very cold morning for five winters Ly- man Cass had remarked, “Fair to middlin’ ehilly—get worse before it gets better.” Fifty times had Bara Stowbody informed the public that Carol had once asked, “Shall I in- dorke this check on the back?” Fifty times had Sam Clark called to her, “Where'd you steal that hat?” Pitty Hicks. * * Page 528 NIGHT in our terror,” continued the litte-lady.with- white-curls, “We shivered “We clung together and trembled and for a moment after father said the wood was all gone nobody said @ word, “We watehed the new tick flare up, and the flickering fire- light danced on the walls, and showed all our faces white and strained. “Mother stood like the rest of us watching the fire with fascin- ated eyes, then suddenly into her face there came a look of relief, | and she said, “The Ferns! And | yesan ripping open the end of one of our new mattreases. “‘Corhe children? she ered with a new note of, hope, ‘Now aren't | we giad we gathered such nice dry | ones put in all each tick | would hold?’ “And when the stick broke and | fell apart, scattering a shower of | sparks in its fall, we carried to father an armful of dried ferns. “One by one he laid them on, Neeeeneeemmeranermenrenemnmeeen A it times had the mention of Barney Ca hoon, the town drayman, like a nickel in a slot produced from Ken. nicott the apocryphal story of Bar. ney’s directing a minister, “Come down to the depot and get your case of religious books—they’re leaking!" She came home by the unvarying route, She knew every house-front, every atreet-crossing, every billboard, every tree, every dog. She knew every blackened banana-skin and empty cigaret-box in the gutters, She knew every greeting, When Jim Howland stopped and gaped at her there wae no possibility that he was about to confide anything but PERIL Just a little blaze, a bit of curling smoke, but it was enough, “Thud! Thud! Thud! The beast never lay still a minute; circling, tramping, sniffing, all the long hours of thé dark night, and a gray morning light was beginning to show at the window, and the beds were flat and empty, the ferns almost gone, hefore we heard the spring which carried him off our roof. “Great tracks showed on the soft earth outside the house when we went out to look for him in the morning. Men aid it was a cougar, and judging by its tracks and what father said of its weight they thought it must be a very large one. “They told father to be on the lookout for it, as the cougar was by far the most dangerous of the, animals on the West Coast, “Father told us to be careful, and for a time all of us were on the watch, then as days went by and we saw no more of it, we grow less afraid—and then——!" b dated All her future lifé, this same red. labeled bread-crate in front of the bakery, this same thimbleshaped crack in the sidewalk a quarter of 4 block beyond Stowbody’s granite hitching-post— She silently handed her purchases to the silent Oscarina, She #at on the porch, rocking, fanning, twitchy with Hugh's whining, Kennicott came home, grumbled, “What the devil is the kid yapping about?” “I guess you can stand it ten min- utes if I ean stand it all day!" He came to supper in his shirt nieeves, his vost partly open, reveal- his grudging, “Well, huryub t'day?” ing discolored suspenders, + | | lv lwhen I went on the bedroom set, to} find the space shut off from observa ae By abel Cc Ce eel x |tion by screens—man-high! | And at one corner of the set stood |Mrs, Nandy and ut the other, Rose | Monuillon. “Dick Barnes made props get out these screens!’ Mra. Nandy ex- plained. 1 cuddled down on my pillow and registered steep with a composure jt had not expected to feel. One bit of latent excitement I did not try |to banish. Jimmy Alcott had & Jong sear on his right upper arm. 1 decided that Dick Barnes was go- ling to lack one perfectly good shirt | sleeve when the act ended. ‘The struggle between Dick and | Cissy was realistic enough. T tore away the sleeve—and revealed the |sear. And Dick Barnes knew that I | knew he was Jimmy Alcott. ‘The bedroom fight was fierce, but it finally came to an end predeter- | mined by a stop-watch, I was dead. | Dick was a murderer and a wan- ja total stranger? | attention, It was an exciting experience, but | not half so exciting as what hap-| pened to me, personally, inside the) next hour. Dick dared to keep on pretending that he did not know me, I was furious. He knew perfectly well! that I had identified him by the tell: | tale sear, How could he continue to act like And why should | he? Did his pride keep him silent? And why had he “done up” Cissy | in the fight? ‘The affair made studio gossip for | a week, To it I owed my first proposal Cissy did not require a doctor's but he was hurt enough to need a little first aid bandaging, T had learned the art in the Red Cross. As I bound up Cissy's hurts, | I chattered—about anything—from | sheer excitement. “I've never learned to do a thing that hasn't proved valuable to me in “And if it didn’t help you, 3 |made it help another,” Cissy “There was my stunt with the fry ing pan—you remember?” What we remembered made us — laugh together. Cissy had been om a Kitchen set, taking care of a dying wife in a cabin, I was the dying — bride. There was a real fire burn ing up Cissy's bacon in a red-hot frying pan, smoking up the, reom and making the poor invalid—me— cough horribly, Cissy started to lift the sizzling hot pan from the stove without a holder, The dying woman sat up in bed at once and wildly ordered him to be carefull Incidentally, I stopped the director and the cameras, but was forgiven because if Cissy had been burned, he couldn't have played for a week, “I'm a boob!" Cissy regarded his bandages ruefully. Then he gave our environment a swift once-over, The company had gone to lunch © eon. We were alone, {To Be Continued) “Why don't you put on your nice Palm Beach suit, and take off that hideous vest?” she complained, “Too much trouble, Too hot to go upstairs.” She realized that for perhaps a year she had not definitely looked at her husband, She regarded his table-manners. He violently chased fragments of fish about his plate with a kmife and licked the knife after gobbling them, She was Flight iy sick, She asserted, “I'm ridiou- lous, What do these things matter! | Don’t be so simple!’ But she knew |that to her they did matter, these solecisms and mixed tenses of the table, She realized that they, found little to say; that, tneredibiy, they were like the talked-out couples whom she had pitied at restaurants. Bresnahan would have spouted in a lively, exelting, unreliable man- nor, «eas Ghe realized that Kennicott's clothes were seldom pressed. His coat was wrinkled: his trousers would flap at the knees when he arose, Hie shoes were unblacked, and they were of an elderly shape- letwness. He refused to wear soft hata; cleaved to a hard derby, as a symbol of virility and prosperity; and sometimes he forgot to take it off fn the house, She peeped at his uiffs, They were fraved in prickles of starched linen, She had turned them once; she clipped them every week! but when she had begged him to throw the shirt away, last Sun- day morning at the crisis of the weekly bath, he had uneasily pro- tested, “Oh, it'll wear quite a while yet.” He was shaved (by himself or more socially by Del Snaffiin) only three times a week, This morning had not been one of the three times. Yet he was vain of his new turn- down collars and sleck ties; he often spoke of the “sloppy dressing” of Dr. MeGanum: and he laughed at; old men who wore detachable cuffs or Gladstone collars. Carol did not care much for the creamed codfish that evening. She noted that his nails were jagged and ill-shaped from his habit of cutting them with a pocket-knife and despising a nail-file as effemi:! nate and urban. That thoy were | invariably clean, that his were the scoured fingers of the surgeon, made his stubborn untidiness the more jar- ring, They were wise hands, kind hands, but they were not the hands of love, She remembered him in the days of courtship, He had tried to please her, then; had touched her by sheep- ishly wearing a colored band on his straw hat, Was it possible that those days of fumbling for each other were gone so completely? He had read books, to impress ber; had said (she recalled It ironically) that she was to point out his every fault; had insisted once, as they sat in the secret place beneath the walls of Fort Snelling— She shut the door on her thoughts, That was sacred ground. But it was a shame that— : She nervously pushed away her cake and stewed apricots. After supper, when they had been driven in from the porch by mos quitos, when Kennicott had for the two-hundredth time in five years commented, “We must have a new sereen on the porch—lets all the? bugs in,” they sat reading, and she noted, and detested herself for not- ing, and noted again his habitual awkwardness. He slumped down in one chair, his legs up on another, and he explored the recesses of hi left ear with the end of his little finger—-she could hear the faint smack—he kept It up—he kept it up— He blurted, “Oh, Forgot tell you, Some of the fellows coming in ta play poker this evening, Suppose we could have some crackers and cheese and beer?” She nodded, . “He might have mentioned it be fore, Oh, well, it’s his house,” (Continued Tomorrow)