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THE SEATTLE STAR FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1921. PAGE 12 . MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. DOINGS OF THE NUFFS GEE, | WISH THE Boss WOULD HURRY AND GET BACK= | HAVE ‘TO SEE HIM ON AVERY IMPORTANT BUSINESS MATTER! BY ALLMAN SAY, 6053, 01D You HAVE ANY OF THOSE SUGGESTIONS | GAVE You CARRIED ON YES, ALL OF OuT NET ° ST THem-|) pur THEM 7 IN THE WASTE-BASKE AND THE JANITOR CARRIED THEM OUT! One Way of Carrying Them Out 2, THIS 1S REAL BUSINESS! I'VE BEEN READING SOME BOOKS ON OFFICE EFFICIENCY- | DREW UP SOME PLANS AND SUGGESTIONS AND GAVE THEM ‘To THE BOSS- |'WANT To FIND OUT WHEN HE'S GOING TOSTART -@ ° ; OH, THERES “THE BOSS NOW ~ | WANT TO LOOK RIGHT WHEN | GO IN TO SEE HIM - AFELLOW'S APPEARANCE 1S HALF THE ARE YOU GOING TO FIRE HiM OR GIVE HIM A RAISE ? bd LET ME KNOW HOW YOU COME OUT WITH (Continued From Yesterday) Carol was watching Uncle Whittier. spoke of and postponed a trip to the | Twin Cities, When she suggested, | Bho know from his taut expression that he was nat listening to Aunt Peasie but herding his own thoughts and that he would interrupt her Diuntly, He did “Will, where ott IT get an extra pair of pants for this coat and vest? TD want to pay too much.” “Well, guess Nat Hicks could make you up a pair, But if I were you Td drop into Ike Rifkin's—his prices @re lower than the Bon Ton's.” “Humph. Got the new stove your office yet?” "No, been looking at some at Sam Clark's but ° “Well, y' ought get t In. Don't do © put off getting a stove all sum mer, and then have it come cold on} you in the fall.” Farol smiled upon them ingratiat iy. “Do you dears mind if I slip wp to bed? I'm rather tired—cleaned the upstairs today.” She retreated. She was certain that they were discussing her, and foully forgiving her. She lay awake til she heard the distant creak of a bed which indicated that Kennicott had retired. Then she felt safe. lt was Kennicott who brought up the matter of the Smaiis at break fast. With no visible connection he said, “Uncle Whit is kind of clumsy Dut just the same, he's a pretty wise old coot. He's certainly making good with the store.” Carol smiled, and Kennicott was pleased that she had come to her senses, “As Whit says, after all the first thing ts to have the inside of ® house right, and darn the people the outside looking in!” Tt seemed settled that the house waa to be a sound example of the am Clark school entirely for her and the baby. He of closets for her frocks, and comfy sewing-room.” But when drew on a leaf from an old ac book (he was & paper-saver and ng-picker) the plans for the gar. he gave much more attention " & cement floor and a work-bench da She sat back and was afraid. Im the present rookery there were things—a step up from the hall the dining-room, a picturesquenees: im the shed and bedraggied tilac bush, But the new place would be smooth, standardized. fixed. It was » how that Kennicott was past » and settled, that this ‘would be the last venture he would ever make in building. So long as She stayed tm thie ark, she would always have a possibility of change, but once she was in the new house, there she would sit for all the rest her life—-there she would die Des. itely' she wanted to put it off, + the of miracies. the wenn en chattering ut a tent swingdoor for the xe she saw the swing-doors of prison never voluntarily returned to Project p drawing plans, and in ten * the new house was forgotten. v very year since their marriage had longed for a trip thru the #t. Every year Kennicott had ed of attending the @ical Association convention, “and afterwards we could do the East brown. I know New York clean spent pretty near a week ‘but I would like’ to see New have some sea-food.” it from February to May, and in he invariably decided that com- confinementcases or land-deals #0 on me, don’t see how I can make it. By golly, I feel like a tightwad tho, not taking you.” Thru all this restiess July after she had tasted Bresnahan's disturbing flavor ot travel and gaiety, she wanted to but she said nothing. T ine-tank than he had to| | Aggrieved, Kennicott | American | as tho it were a tremendous joke. | “Lt think baby and I might up and! and run off to Cape Cod! leave you by ourselves!" Ie only reaction was Golly, don’t know but what may almost hawe to do that don't get in a trip next year.” Toward the and of July posed. the Beavers are hold. ing a convention in ralemon, street fair and everyth We might go down tomorrow, And I'd like to see Dr, Calibree about some business. Put in the whole day, Might help some to make up for our thip. Fine fellow, Dr. Caltbree.” Joralemon was a prairie town of the stae of Gopher Prairie ‘Their motor was out of order, and there was no early hour, They went down by freight-train, after the welghty and conversational business of leaving Hugh with Aunt Bessie. Caro! exultant over this irregular jaunt ing. It was the first unusual thing except the glance of Bresnahan, that had happened sisoe the weaning of Hugh. They jthe «mall red cupolatopped car jerked along at the end of the train. Tt was a roving shanty, the cabin of & land schooner, with black ollcloth seats along the ale, and for desk A pine board to be let down on hinges. Kennicott played seven up with the conductor and two brake: men, Carol Nked the bine silk ker. chiefs about the brakemen’s throats; she liked their weleome to her, and thelr alr of friendly | Since there were ne sweating pas |sengers crammed in beside ber, she | reveled in the train'# slowness, She was part of these Inkes and tawny | wheat-fields. She liked the smell of it we Say leisurely chug-chug, chug.a-chug of j the trucks was & song of content | ment in the sun | She pretended that she was going ito the Rockies. When they reached | Joralemon she was radiant with holi- | |day-making. , Her eagerness began to lessen the Moment they stopped at a red frame station exactly like the one they had just left at Gopher Prairie, and Kennicott yawned, “Right on time. Just in time for dinner at the Call. brees’. I ‘phoned the doctor from G. P. that we'd be here. “We'll catch the freight that gets in before twelve.’ I told him. He said he'd meet un at the depot and take us right up to the house for dinner Caltibree is a good man, and you'll | find his wite is a mighty brainy littld woman, bright as a dollar. By golly, there he is.” Dr. Calibree was a squat, clean. | shaven, conacientious-looking man of forty. He was curiously like his own brown-painted motor caf, with eye glasses for windshield. “Want you ta meet my wife, doctor—Carrie, make you ‘quainted with Dr. Cali bree." said Kennicott Calibree | bowed quietly and shook her hand, [but before he had finished shaking it he was concentrating upon Ken jnicott with, “Nice to see you, doc tor. don't let me forget to ask you what you did in that ex opthalmie goiter case-—that Bohe mian woman at Wahkeenyan.” ‘The two men. on the front seat of the car, chanted goiters and tg nored her. She did not know it. She was trying. to feed her illusion of adventure by staring at unfamiliar houses. . . . drab cottages, artificial stone bungrlows. square painty stol- idities with immaculate clapboards and broad screened porches and tidy grass-plots, 4 Calibree handed. her over to his wife, a thick woman who called her “dearie,” and asked if she was hot and, visibly searching for conversa. tion, produced, “Let's see, you and the doctor have a Little One, haven't you?" At dinner Mrs. Calibree served the corned beef and cabbage and Woked steamy, looked like the steamy ves of cabbage. The men wete vious of their wives as they gave the social passwords of Main Street, the orthodox opinions on weather, crops, and motor cars. then flung away restraint and gyrated in the debauch of shop talk. Stroking ' - his chin, drawing in the ecstasy of {being erudite, Kennicott inquired “Say, doctor, what success have you had with thyroid for treatment of pains in the legs before child-bitth?” Carol id not resent their assump- tioh that she was too ignorant to be admitted to masculine mysteries. She APY anaes o oa ft, TWINS “It looked like Fairyland, as The Land of Underneath, where Tim Pim reignéd, and where Nancy and Nick starting forth on new @iventures, was a most remark able place. ‘True, it was under the eafth, with the entrance by the dog- wood tree (where human eyes could not see it—unless, like the Twins, they wore enchanted Shoes), but that ‘was no reason why it should be ugly or unattractive. To judge the Land of Underneath by the ground we dig down in to plant’ potatoes, would be like Judging 4 beautiful palace by the ugly, gray slates on the roof. One couldn't see the sky after entering, but then with glow.worms and fire- flies and phosphor-esc-ent beetles to throw lights on the shining wali and ceilings, which in turn caught the gleams and flashed them back were Xe indeed it was, or part of it.” Fairyland, as indeed * was, or part of it. +The Twins were amazed at such bealty. “Why, Kip didn't bring us here,” said Nancy, “when we came to visit the Brownies before.” | “That's just like Kip,” said wheezy voice, and a little puffed into view, a very short, fat |little figure with knobby legs and a |hat with a broad brim, the crown of which pointed up like a ehurch- ‘steeple. But the hat was not so big |that it hid his eyes, This queer little | jperson had the very kindest - eyes, lana merry. | It was Pim Pim himself. “I'm ever #o glad to see you, my |dear Twins,” he said, shaking hands |heartily all the way ‘round, and tip- |ping his big hat. you| he pro | al figure | passenger-train at an/| was | rode in the caboose, | | independence. | was used to it, But the cabbage and | | Mrs. Calibree’s monotonous “I don't Kennicott made much of erecting | hot earth and clean grease: and the! know what we're coming to with all | this difficulty getting hired iris” | were gumming her eyes with drowastl |ness. She sought to clear them by appealing to Calibree, in a manner lof exaggerated liveliness, “Doctor have the medical societios In Minne |nota ever advocated leginiation for help to nursing mothers? |, Calibres slowly revolved toward |her, "Ub—I've never—uh—never |fooket into it. 1 don’t believe much |im getting mixed up in polities.” He | turned squarely from her and, peer | ing earnestly at Kennicott, resumed, | “Doctor, what's been your experience | with unilateral pyelonephritis? Buck |burn of Baltimore advocates recap |sulation and nephrotomy, but seems to me—" Not till after two did they rise, In the jee of the stonily mature trio Carol proceeded to the street fair which added mundane gaiety to the annual rites of the United Fraternal | Order of Beavers. Beavers, human | Beavers, were everywhere: thirty second degree Beavers in gray sack suits and decent derbies, more flip pant Beavers in crash summer coate and straw hats, rustic Beavers in shirt sleeves and frayed suspenders | but whatever his caste-symbols, every | Beaver was distinguished by an enor mous shrimp-colored ribbon |in silver, “Sir Knight and Brother U. F. O. B, Annual State Conven tion.” On the motherly shirgwaist lof each of their wives waa a badge, “Sir Knight's Lady.” The Duluth delegation had brought their famous Reaver amateur band, in Zouave cos tumes of green velvet jacket, blue | trousers, and scariet fez. The wtrange thing was that beneath their scarlet pride the Zouaves’ faces remained those of American business’men, pink, smooth, eytglassed; and as | they atood playing in a circle, at the jcorner of Main Street and Second. as they tootled on fifes or with «well ing cheeks blew into cornets, their eyes remained ax owllsh as tho they were sitting at desks under the sign “This In My Busy Day.” | Carol had supposed that the Reav- ers were average citizens organized for the purposes of getting cheap Mfeinsurance and playing poker at the lodge-rooms every’ second Wednesday, but she saw a large post. | er which proclaimed | BEAVERS | ie, om | ‘The greatest influence for 00d citizenship in the country. | The jolliest agereation of red. | blooded, open-handed, hustioem. | up good fellows in the world. | Joralemon weicomes you to | her hospitable city. | Kennicott read the poster and to! Calibree admired, “Strong lodge, the | Beavers, Never joined. Don’t know but what I will.”’ } Calibree adumbrated, “They're a} good bunch. Good strong lodge. See that fellow there that's playing the snare drum? He's the smartest | wholesale grocer in Duluth, they say Guess would be worth joining, Oh say, afe you doing much insurance | examining?* j ‘They went on to the street fair, Dining one block of Main Street were the “attractions”—two hot-dog | stands, a lemonade and popcorn | stand, a merry-go-round, and booths | in which balls might be thrown at/ rag dolls, if one wished to throw | balis at rag dolls, The dignified delegates were shy of the_ booths, | but country boys with — brick-red | necks and pale-blue ties and bright-| yellow shoes, who had brought sweet: | hearts into town in somewhat dusty | and listed Fords, were wolfing sand. | wiches, drinking strawberry pop out} of Bottles, and riding the revolving | crimson and gold horses, “They | shrieked and giggled: peanut-roasters | whistied; the merry-go-round pounded | out monotonous music; ‘the barkers bawled, “Here's your chance—here’s | your chance--come on here, boy—| come on here--give that girl a good | time—give her a swell time—here's your chance to win a genuwine gold |watch for five cents, half a dime, | the twentieth part of a dollah! The | prairie sun jabbed the unshaded |street with shafts that were like | poisonous thorns; the tinny cornices | labove the brick stores were glaring: the dull breeze scattered dust on sweaty Beavers who efawied along in tight scorching new shoes, up two | blocks and back, up two blocks and | hack, wondering what to,do next, working at having a good time. | Carol's head ached as she trailed | behind the unsmiling Calibrees along the block of booths, She chirruped at Kennicott, “Let's be wild! Let's ride on the merry-go-round and grab | a gold ring!” | Kennicott considered it. and mumbled to Calibree, ‘Think you| “Tl was sure that | folks would like to stop and try ajto Main Street. Joralemon, she had like a thousand candies, it was as|my old friend the Mushroom here | ride on the merry-go-round?” | bright as day in most places. And | would help me out of my trouble. 1,| as the ceilings were hung with erystals of every shape and size and different colors, it all looked like 9 | hear you are fine workers.” (To Be Continued) | (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) Calibree considered it ang try a ride on the} 7 like to sto merry-«é-round EVERETT TRUE NEED ANY SOCKS, HEY! aint You ( GONNA WORK DAY? GARTGRS, UNDERWEAR, CoLC4R, AW 4 Wiis i rae (CS Aye « i/ * * Page Spor ls + Sd leland— _% 530 FORTY YEARS AGO (Chapter Mr, Jones shivered as memory carried him back across the years Into the autumn storm. “Cold,” he said. “I think never was so cold in my life; th wind fairly shrieked and tho sleet 1 e stung our faces like needles. “We finally struggled to shore, however, and made a landing at the mouth of Salmon creek. “Let's make a big fire and} warm up the first thing,’ Bob said, and we all three fell to work with a vim getting cotton weed | logs together for a big bonfire. “By the time we were satisfied} that we had wood enough to make | a fire to match the weather we had a pile 16 or 20 feet high and when we lit it and it began to/ burn, it hot we had to keep & very respectful distance or | was 80 get burnt. “We worked like good ,fellows getting little tent pitched, frying our bacon and boiling the} coffee, but ‘by the time we had} eaten we were quite storm would blow over and that | we should have our hunt as wo} had planned our sure the} i | ‘ nee # Ht eed | | was that if one of us went “But morning foynd the storm still raging, the weather colder than any Seattle man has a right to expect, but our eotton- wood fire was burning bravely on and we had little to do that day but tend it, x “Morning passed, noon, after. noon, and night settled down wild and cold and wet. “What shall we do? we asked each other, but there was nothing that we could do but wait. “And wait we did, for three long, cold days, and on the morn- ing of the fourth, while it was still bitterly cold, the storm seem- ed to be over and we started out. “Crow was to go up toward Lake Burien with the dogs and see if he could seare out some deer. We knew the dogs would chase them to salt water, so Bob took a stand just below Three Tree Point while I watched a point a little to the north of it “Now, we three hunted together a great deal, and one of our rules out after deer the other two were to stand where tiey were placed till the deer appeared,” (To Be Continued) , Mrs. Calibrea smiled in a washed. | out manner, and sighed, “Oh, no, 1| don't believe I care to much, but you folks go ahead and try it. Calibree stated to Kennicott, “No, I don’t believe we care to a whole Jot, but you folks go ahead and try 2 Kennicott summarized the whole case agninst wildness; ‘Let's try it| some other time, Carrie,’ | She gave it up, She looked at the! town, She saw that in adventuring | from Main Street, Gopher Prairie. not stirred. There were the same one-story wooden millinery shop; the some firebrick warages; the same a prairie at the open end of the wide street; the same people wondering whether the levity of eating a hot- “og sandwich would break their ta- Lon They reached Gopher Prairie at nine in the evening, “You look kind of hot," #aid Ken- nicott, “Yes,” “Joralemon is an enterprising town, don't you think so?" She broke, “No! 1 think it's an | ash-heap.” “Why, Carrie!" He worried over it for a week. and |twostory brick groceries with lodge. | While he ground his plate with his mumbled to his wife, “Think you'd! signs above the awnings; the same|knife as he energetically pursued fragmenta of bacon he peeped at her. (Continued Tomorrow) NAW~T ATE So MUCH YESTERDAY “UAT I CAN'T WH GO LIGHT ON EATING = TD ADVISE A BOWL OF WEAK BOUILLON AND A CRACKER FoR YOUR HEAVIEST MEAL omy AW DOC= 1 AINT HAT BAD! = CANT AT WAVE A LITTLE WARMED OVER TURKEY 2= GOSH, | | TLL GET SICK GETTING WELL IF I CANT EAT! ! PLAYED HAVOC WITH THAT MEAL YESTERDAY ITS A WONDER YOU AINT OCCUPYING TH’ BRIDAL SUTTE IN A HOSPITAL TODAY ! | Confessio : ns of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1921, Beattie Star) CHAPTER XX—THREE WOMEN AGREE ABOUT LOVE “What's the big hurt in love?" I asked. Mothertear flushed. Sometimes 1 think she has, at her age, more feel- ing than I, who am suppoged to be jentering the silly sentimental period | of girihood, “Since you ask, you must be old enough to guess, May.” So tell met" “Forgetting? “The pain of loving |is forgetting? Then Ginette was | right.” | “What did Ginette say? | “That Cissy is a piker.” Motherdear scowled. | explain: | “I don’t like the word any better than you do. It's Ginette's idea of | ‘forgetting’ in love.” | “If you know what you're talking | ahout, be definite.” | “The other day Ginette was talk |ing to a bunch of the women and | she called Cissy a piker, and Rose remarked, ‘So he's passed you up, has he? And Ginette said, ‘I should | worry! Tove always passes" Is it | true, Motherdear? Or were they talk- ling to frighten me?" I hastened to | “I think the girls were in earnest,” Motherdear admitted. “But is it true? Or only true for Ginette? And for Rose?” “It's true for many men and women, dear! Since you ask, you're old enough to hear the truth.” “Then why—why let myself fall in love? If it isn't going to last, why let ft begin?” “That's quite an idea? Mother. |dear smiled sadly. “Perhaps it would love, all your waking hours, as most | girls are doing. Your doubt might shield you frem some silly affairs, |and it never could frighten true love away!” “But—how will T know—when the | right love has arrived?” | “Before I answer that, little girl, |think of what happened this after- |noon, You say poor Cissy was quite lin earnest; nevertheless, you kept \seeing the situation as if it were a play?" 1 nodded. “You never forgot your role one single minute?” “Not a second.” | | | WARNING! 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When joo only of the man who is ing to yod—and never of yor “Nothing like that has ever hap pened to me yet, Motherdear,” “When it does, you will have said ‘yes’ before you know it.” I did not sleep very well that © \night. Always and always I kept | thinking that if three women as dif- ferent as Motherdear and Git and Rose would agree on any idea about love, it must be true, If they agreed that love passes, why—why should I let love bother — he (To Be Continued) " © TAAVE DARK HAIR AND LOOK YOUNG Don't stay gray! Nobody can tell when you darken gray, faded ‘hater with Sage Tea and Sulphur. Grandmother kept her hair beauth. fully darkened, glossy and attractive with a brew of Sage Tea and Sule phur. | Whenever her ance, this simp’ d with wonderful effect, B: t any drug store for * and Sulphur Compound, get a large bottle of thi time recipe, improved by ‘the addi- tion of other ingredients, all ready to use, at very little cost. 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