The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 26, 1921, Page 11

ba teaetan J Bes a i ih F how much she doesn't know about} Chosen! Wi | A AIN STR The Story of C RY SINCLAIR LEW Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hows, Ine, ecccsocococce (Smarts on Pace Six) Qucked all that woman.game rte Tye been married but Be sometimes I don't feet emptied ine up to some girl that ech to take life as it is frau that doesn’t want to talk Tanafeliow all the time, but just hold my hand and say, ‘You jook all in, honey, Take it easy, and don’t try to talk.” “Carrie thinks sh analyzing folks. ing the town oe vr. Telling us whore we such a whale Why, she'd simply turn up her toes and croak if she found out times & wise guy could Sees ture on the Q. T..df he wasn't faithful to bis wife, But I am, At that, no matter what faults she's got, there's nobody here, no, iplue either, that's ag eand square and bright She ought to of been an or a writer or one of those Byt once sh™took a shot here, she ought to stick to Lord yea But cold. doesn't Know what pa: She simply hasn't got an hard it is for & full.bleoded ‘FO. on pretending to be eatis- with just being endured. It gets , daving to feel like fust because I'm nofmal. 80 she doesn’t even my, own house?" at the entrance of Mrs. stumped into a chair the heat. He Well, well, Maud, this fs the subseription.tist? do T get rotfed for, this ‘t any subscription-tist, want to sce you profes- ” “And you a Christian Scientist? Have you given that up? What pest? New Thought or Spiritual- have not given it up? me_jt's kind of a knock the sisterhood, your coming to see ‘& doctor™ st ion't. It's just that my ‘the we strong enough yet. So now! And besides, you are of consoling, Will I mean as Pet just as a doctor. You're and placid. EET “arol Kennicott is johoses And inhibitions and repres. | sions aod complexes just asx well aa | jany damn epecialiant, if 1 got paid }for it, if 1 was inthe eity and had | ho nerye tO charge the fees that | those fellows do, If a specialist stung you for a hundreddollar consulta, tion-fee and toll you te Re to New) | York to duck Dave's nagging, you ido it, to save the hundred dollars! | But you know me-«l'm your neigh. | bor—you see me mowing the lawn— | jyou figure I'm justia ping general | practitioner, Jf I said, ‘Gp to New| York,’ Dave and you would faugh | your heads off and say, ‘Look at the Aire Will ts putting on, What does he think he ts?* “As a matter of fact, you're right You have a pettectly wi joase of repreasion of jand it raises the old Ned with your body. What you need is te get away | from Dave and travel, yes, and go! }to every doggone kind of New! | Thought and Baha! and Swami and Hoeptedoodie meeting you ean find, | I know it, well 's xou do, But how joan Ladvise it? Dave would be up here taking my hide off. I'm willing | to be family physician and priest and | lawyer and plumber and wet-nupse, but I draw the line at making Dave loosen up on money, Teo hard a job in weather like this! So, savvy, my dear? Hetieve it will rain if this | heat keeps—”" “But, Will, he'd never give it to | me on my say-so, He'd never let me |}fo away, You know how Dave is: | so jolly and liberal in society, and | Ob, Just loves to match quarters, and such a perfect sport if he loses! But at home he pinches a nickel till the | Duffalo drips blood. I have to nag | him for every single dollar.” | “Sure, I know, but it's your fight, honey, Keep after him. He'd sim- ply resent my butting in.” He crossed over and. patted her shoulder, Outside the window, be- yond the fly.screen that was opaque | with dust and cottonwood lint, Main | Street was hushed except for the | impatient throb of a standing motor \oar. She took hie firm hand, pressed his knuckles against her cheek. “O Will, Dave is so mean. and little and noixy-—the shrimp! You're so calm. When he's cutting up at par- ties I see you standing back and watehing him-—the way a mastiff watches a terrier.” He fought for professional dignity with, “Daye ‘s not « bad fellow,” Lingeringly she released his hand. “Will, drop round by the house this , | evening and seold me. Make me be good and sensible. And I'm so “at I aid, Dave would be there, and we'd have to play carda, It's his evening off from the store.” “No. The clerk just got cafied to SH | Corinth—mother sick. Dave will be . with thick ankles, it was buigy in the milky skin were alive, and there ber ears below her jaw. Fa Don't To be ‘ I think your troubles ity. I can't re- ‘ i] nt H E ology! They're @ifferent fads! You'll be mixing in socialism next! You're Carrie, with your ‘Day- hy, Good Lord, Maud, I pr When he had gone, Mr. Pim Pim turned to Nancy and Nick The twins liked Mr. Pim Pim-at once. He was the fat, funny little leader of the Brownies, you know, and the children had come to help him, What does fatness, or tunni- mess, or lumpiness count for if one’ eyes are kind and merry? And Pim Pim's eyes were the nicest ever. “L must be going now,” said the Magical Mushroom when the how- you-do's were over. “You chil- mM are all right with your Magical es 'n’ all, and I'm sure that the ree of you.will cet along famously. ir. Pim Pim wil) show you where i the sparkirig colors for the Ch ‘6 apd if 1 am not mis- jen, he. two enchanted shovels .#ive you. But there! Pim Pim tell you all about that himself. monly being a gossip, Bye-bye, t Be good!) Then kissing both affectionately and shak- | hands with the Brownie King, fi 6000..014 fairy, Or ea, eS .| have to keep my promtise, or she'll | |cagey, ke Calibree and MeGanum ~! @ second, to tell her I can't stay. All| in the store till midnight. Oh, come }on over. There's some lovely beer [on the ice, and we can sit and talk and be all cool and lazy. That wouldn't be wrong of us, would it!” “No, no, course it wouldn't be wrong. But still, oughtn’t to—" He saw Carol, slim black and ivory, cool, ful of intrigue, “All right. But 17! be se fonety.” Her throat seemed young, above her loose biouse of muslin and ma- chine lace. ° “Tell you, Maud: I'll drop tm fast for a minute, if I happen to be called down that way.” “If you'd like,” demurety. “oO Will, I just want comfort. I know lyou're all married, and my, such a | proud papa, and of course now—- If | T could just sit near in the dusk, land be quiet, and Dave! You will come?” “Sure I will “I'M expect you. I be lonely if you don't come! Goodby,” He cursed himself: “Darned fool. what ‘d I promise to go for? I'l! feel hurt. She's a good, decent, af- fectionate girl, and Dave's a chea skate, all right. She's got more titel to her than Carol has. All my fault, nyway. Why can’t I be more and the reet of the doctors? Oh, I am, but Maud's such a demanding \ idiot. Deliberately bamboozling me [into going up there tonight. Matter of principle: ought not to let her get away with it.I won't @o. .1'll call her up and tell her-{ won't go. Me, |with Carrie at home, finest little |woman in the world, and a messy- | minded. female like Maud Dyer—no, | sir! Tho there's no need of hurting her feelings. I must just drop in for ie when you blow it. One in- | stant he was there and the next he | wasn't, that was all! That's what comes of being magical, When he had gone, Mr. Pim Pim turned to Nancy and Nick. “Well, well, well!” he said, “You couldn't |have come at a better time, for Kip has been cutting up high jinks You iknow he used to be leader of the Brownies and is now trying to do lwhat he can to hinder me th my work, What do you think he’s done? Stolen the key to my cup- hoard where I had the shovels hid- den! The worst of it is that he's | skipped off thru the secret passage |to the village of the gnomes, and if he gives. the gnomes the key, dear knows when we'll evertget it. The gnomes have as many secret places |to hide things as a porcupine has quills.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) | to work clear up till twelve, then.” | | wren that works in the Bon Ton— DOINGS OF THE NUFFS 1; ray”) EL OU, RAY = O- JAY T KNOW SOMETHING T my fault anyway; ought never to have started in and jollied Maud along in the old days, If it's my fault, I've got no right to punish Maud. I could just drop in for a second and then pretend I had « country call and beat it. Da: nuisance, the, having to fake up ek- euses, Lord, why can't the women let you alone? Just because once or twice, seven hundred million yoare ago, you were a poor fool, why gan't they let you forget it? Maud's own fault. I'll stay strictly away.) can't they let you forget it? Maud'’s get Maud. But. it would be kind of hot at the movies tonight,” He fled from himacif. He rammed | on his hat, threw his coat over his/| erm, banged the door, locked it,| tramped downstairs, “I won't go!’ be said. sturdily, aud, ag he said it. | he would have given a good deal to; know whether he was going He was refreshed, as always, by the familiar windows and faces. It} restored his soul to have Sam Clark trustingly bellow, “Better come down to the lake this evening #14 have a swim, doc, Ain't you going to open your cottage at all, this eummer?| By golly, we mins you.” He noted the progress on the new garage. He had triumphed in the laying ef every course of bricks; in them he had seen the growth of the town. Hie ride was ushered back to it» throne, by the respectfulness of Oley Sund- quist: “Eyenin’, doc! The woman in a lot better. That was xwell medt | cine you gave her.” He wan calmed by the mechanicainess of the tasks at home: burning the cray web of a entworm on the wild cherry tree, sealing with gum a cut in the right front tire of the car, sprinkling the road before the house. The hose was ool to his bands. As the bright ar- tows fell with a faint puttering sound, @ erescent of blackness was formed in the gray dust. Dave Dyer came along. “Where. going, Dave?” *Down to the store, Just had sup- per. “But Thursday 's your night off." | “@ure, but Pete went home, His| mother ‘a supposed to be sick, Gosh, ; these clerks you get nowadays— overpay ‘em and then they won't work?” “That's tough, Dave. You! have “Yup, Better drop in and have a/ cigar, if you're down-town.” “Well, I may, at that. May have) to go down and see Mra. Champ Per-} ry.. She's ailing...80 long, Dave.” Kennicott had not yet entered the house. He was conscious that Caro! was near him, that she was import-| ant, that he was afraid of her dis, approval: hut he was content to be alone, When he had finished eprink- ling he strofied into the house, up to the baby's room, and cried to Hugh, “Story-time for the old man, eh?” Carol was in a low chair, framed and haloed by the window behind her, an image in pale gold. The baby curled in her lap, his head on her! arm, listening with gravity while she | sang from Gene Field: “Tis little Luddy-Dud in the morn- ing— "Tig little Luddy-Dud at night; And all day long ‘Tis the same dear song, Of that growing, crowing, knowing little sprite.” Kennicott was enchanted. “Maud Dyer? 1 should say not! ‘When the current maid bawled up- stairs, “Supper on de table!” Kenni cott was upon his back, flapping his hands in the earnest effort to be a} seal, thrilled by the strength with which his son kicked him, He slipped his arm about Carol's shoulder; he fent down to supper rejoicing that he was cleansed of perilous stuff. While Carol was putting the baby to bed he sat on the front steps. Nat Hicks, tailor and rove, came to ait beside him. Between waves of his hand as he drove off mosquitos, Nat whispered, “Say, doc, you don't feel like imagining you're bacheldore again, and coming out for a Time tonight, do you?” “As how?” “You know this new dressmaker, Mrs. Swiftwaite?—ewell dame with blondine hair? Well, she's a pretty good goer. Me and Harry Haydock are going to take her and that fat nice kid, too—on an auto ride to- night. Maybe we'll drive down to that farm Harry bought. We're tak- ing some beer, and some of the smoothest rye you ever laid tongue to. I'ra not. predicting none, but if we don’t have a picnic, I'll miss my guess.” “Go. to it. No skin off my ear, Nat. Think I want to be fifth wheel in the coach?” “No, but look here; The little Swiftwaite hag a friend with her from Winona, dandy looker and some gay bird, and Harry and me thought maybe you'd like to sneak off for one evening.” “No—no- “Rats now, doc, forget your ever. NES~BUT T KNOW SOMETHING YoU DON'T, 1 BET= YER Pop an’ MOM AIN'T YoUR REAL PoP AN' MOM— T CSET MT. CAR HERE ONLY Aco lt MOMGNTS ir STOLEN Don't You A Your BiG Bu t Pushed 17 i ME S ARov A Few SOMeG TWEE HAS Timer NO THES CORWGR WHERE weet 1S THERE AGouT A NO PARKING SIGN THAT COOKS LIK A JOKE To Tut FORTY YEARS AGO “Did you have to wait long?” Peggy asked sympathetically, “and did it be cold while you were waiting for the deer?” “It was cold, Pegiy,” Mr. Jones anid, “very, very cold, and as hour after hour passed and we heard no shot from Crow's gun and no sound of barking from the hounds, we grew discouraged, “Bob took out his handkerchief and waved it to me and made signa that he was too cold to wait any longer. And as I was just nearly enough frozen to agree with him, we went back to our big cottonwood fire which was still burning comfortingly. “We had made our camp on the beach right under a steep cliff which stood back of our tent and high above it like a protecting wall, It was much warmer in this protected spot and we stood there, each with a tin cup of steaming coffee in one hand and a tin plate of sizzling bacon in the other when we heard the dogs, “They had found something, and they were coming with much ——sssssledleiel Peerorsesnnerraaernerarsamemreeeeremens lasting dignity, You. used to be a pretty good sport yourself, when you were foot-free.”” It may have been the fact that Mrs. Swiftwaite’s friend remained to Kennteott an ilitold rumor, it may have been Carol’s voice, wistful in the pallid evening she sang to Hugh, it may have been natural and commendable virtue, but certainly he was positive: “Nope, I'm. married for keeps. Don't pretend to be any saint, Like to get out and raise Cain and shoot a few drinks, “But a fellow owes a duty— Straight now, won't you feel yelping and crashing of under- brush toward the beach, “Bob and I stood like posts. Neither moved, I looked at Bob; he as dazed as I, looked stupidly at me. Neither of us thought of putting down his plate and cup 80 his hands would be free; we just stood and looked at each other. “And as we stood, much quicker than our scattered wits, came the deer running from the pursuing dogs. Yt reached the gdge of the cliff and leapt high in the air, oft the cliff straight over our tent, over our heads and stood qutver- ing on the beach right in front of us. “After another dazed moment, I dropped my cup and plate and grabbed my gun, but Bob's mind was still befuddied by the sur- prise, and instead of getting bis own gun, he rushed at me, knock- ed me down and took my gun and rushed after the now fleeing deer. “Straight out into the water it ran and by the time Bob got started with his gun, it was far out in the bay.” (To Be Continued) TT eed they don’t know won't hurt ‘em none.’ The way to handle wives, like the fellow says, ix to catch 'em early, treat ‘em rough, and tell ‘em noth- ell, that's your business, I sup- pose. But I can't get away with it. Besides that-—-way I figure it, this tl licit lovemaking is the one game that you always Jose at. If you do Jose, you feel foolish; and if you win, as goon as you find out, how little it is that you've been scheming for, why then you lose worse than. ever, Nature stinging us, as usual. But at that, I guess a lot of wives in this like @ sneak when you come back to the missus after your jamboree?” “Me? My mora) in life is, ‘What backs, eh, burg would be surprised if they knew everything that goes on behind their Nattie? | WANTED ‘TO GET orf, AT ‘THE THIRD Floor. . l PICKED US OUT, AN! YOURS WAD T' TAKE HARLEY CROCKETT JS HUSTLING. ABOUT GETTING THE CLEANED UP_ READY FoR SOME TRAVELING SHOW TROUPE COMING HERE. NEXT MONTH- : Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1821, Seattle Star) CHAPTER XXI—I CHAFE AT BEING CHAPERONED Were it not for Rose Montilion, I'd miss most of the gossip about the company. After the strangely unpleasant, affair of the dinner in her apartment, Mrs: Nandy was al- ‘Ways with me at the studios. Motherdear takes earé of my cor- respondence. My fap mail arrives by the bushel, It takes up hours of each day.to answer letters from. ad- mirers, And so Mrs. Nandy became my chaperon while I was doing “Love in Laagh,” I am the only chaperoned girl in the company and 1 can’t see why I must be watched over by a married woman all of the time, Whenever I speak to Motherdear about it, she says she can't see why a young girl doesn't need a chaperon in a studio as much as at a dance. Moreover, Nandy, the. publicity man, insists on. the chaperon. It looks, well—he saya “swell"~-for the company to take such good care of the youngest of its member Often I've wondered what's going to happen when Dick Barnes meets Motherdear, It, seems to me that Dick is taking great care that they shall not meet... Motherdear has in- vited him to.tea with the rest of the crowd a dozen times, Of course she hasn't the least idea that she lever met him. As I've said before, [it Jkomy Alcott doesn’t wish to rise |from the dead, it’s not my place to | resurrect him. Whether I need her or not, Mrs. | Nandy continues to substitute for |Motherdear, And. she doesn't ap- | Prove of Rose at all. But of course jas the wife of the, publicity man, she has to be perfectly nice to every: lbody. She can't discriminate against anybody. She can't keep Rose, chooses to. come in. Neither jean I, even if Rose does take up |space and use up oxygen in hot weath And as far as I can see, Rose al- ways has been very, very good to me. Never can I forget how kind she was in my first awful bump in the movies. Nobody ever yet ar- | rived at stardom without shedding |some tears. I shed a good many after my first appearance on’ a set. My first make-up was all wrong. It cost the directot several hundred feet of celluloid. It meant. retakes for the cast and a lot of extras. I ‘was then an extra myself, brought in to play a dear little long lost daughter found at last by her equally dear long lost. mother. ‘Therefore 1 was in the middie of the Rose out of my dressing nogm_if| la. show girl. picture close to the star most of scene. Pty Now the girls of the compen: been horrid to me. “Jealous © Rose called them. can | what she chooses because as. actress she is in a class by h and indispensable. She is syre Bs for anything from grande dame As I have said, the. girls J |how to make up and they ih to play a serious joke upon me, _ A movie, makeup isn’t like that aa oe Rouge’ photographs black, My instructors and tor mentors advised me to. put on quan tities of color, I was much too pale, they said, As usual, I. did my work well. I rubbedin so much red. that I looked like @ little Indian when the picture was projected. rf The star—my play-moths furious, She hated retakes with: crowd. She said the director to have noticed.me and washed my face for me! He didn’t happen to, excellent director tho he was. \ ‘The wasted film represented ot of labor by many people. I was vinced that my chance in the mo was lost forever, (To Be Continued) Sal “Would they! Say, boy! good wives knew what some of the boys get away with when they go down to the Cities, why, they'd throw A fit! Sure you won't come, doc? Think of getting all cooled off by a good long drive, and then the lov-e-ly Swiftwaite's. white handgmix- ing you a good stiff hikhball!" “Nope. Nope. . Sorty.. Guess I | won't,”, grumbled Kennicott. He was glad that Nat showed signs of going. But he was restless, He heard Carol on the stairs. ‘Come have. a seat-—have the whole earth!" he shouted jovially. She did not answer his Joviality. She dat on the porch, rocked silently, then sighed, "So many mosquitos out here. You haven't had the screen fixed.” Ag tho he was testing her he said quietly, “Head aching again?” “Oh, pot much, but—. This maid is so. slow to learn, .T have to show her everything. Thad to clean most of the silver, myself. And Hugh was wo bad all afternoon. He whined so, Poor soul, he was hot, but he did ‘wear me out." ba You, usually want to get out. Like to walk down to the lake shore?) (The girl.can stay. home) Or go to the movies? Come on, let's If the! go to the movies! Or shall. we jump in the car and run out to Sam's, for a swim?” “If you don’t mind, dear, afraid I'm, rather tired,” “Why don't you sleep down-stairs tonight,, on, the couch? Be cooler. T'm going to bring down my mat- | tress, Come on! Keep the old man company. Can't teil—-I might get scared of burglars, Lettin’ little fel- low like me stay all alone by him- self!” “It's sweet of you to think of it, but I like my own room so much, But you go ahead and do it, dear. Why don't you sleep on the couch, ingtead of putting your mattress on the floor? Well-— I believe T'il. run in and read for just a second—want to look at the last Vogue—and then perhaps I’ll.go by-by, Unless you want me, dear?, Of course if there's anything you really want me for—?" “No, No... . Matter of fact, T I'm you skip in and— May drop in at the drug store, If I'm not home when you get sleepy, don't wait up for me.” He kissed her, rambled off, nodded to Jim Howland, stopped indifferent: ly to speak to Mrs. Terry Gould. But really ought to run down and see! Mrs. Champ Perry. She's ailing, So} his heart. was racing, his was constricted. He walked slowly, He reached Dave. yard. He glanced in, On the sheltered by a wild-grape vine, the figure of a woman in white, | heard the swing-couch creak ag_ sat up abruptly, peered, then lean back and pretended to relax. “Be nice to have some cool beer, ‘Just drop in for a second,” he th. sisted, aa he opened the Dyer. gal (Continued Monday) ae thin some Southwestern 1669 New Englay