The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 28, 1921, Page 11

MAIN STREET The Story of (¢ , “aro! Kennicott RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inte, oon (Continued From Saturday) ty NG Bogart was calling upon Car pretected by Aunt Bessie Small fA¥e you heard about this awful A that's supposed to have come to do dressmaking—a Mrs iftwaite—awful peroxide blonde?” fed Mra. Hogeart. “They say "8 Sorte of the awfulleat goin at her housé—mere boys and okt headed rips sneaking in there enings and drinking licker and Kind Of goings-on. We women Pt never realize the carnat its In the hearts of men. | You, even tho I been acquainted h Will Kennicott almost since he A mere boy, seems like, | n't trust even him! Who What dedignin’ women might him! Especially a doctor women rushin’ in to seo him Office and all! You know | hint around, but haven't you that—" ‘ ‘was furious. “I don't pre Bhat Will has no faults. Rut thing I do know: He's as sim hearted about what you call igeon' aa a babe, And if he ever wuch a S44 dog as to look at her woman, I certainly hope he'd Spirit enongh to do the tempt } Not be coaxed Into it, wa in n ing picture! PF Why, what a wicked thing to hay, “from Aung Bessie. T mean it! Oh, of course, I mt mean it! Rut— I know every io his Head #0 well that he we hide anything even if he to. Now thia morning— He ‘Out late, last night: he had to go Mrs. Perry, who ts aiting, and tix ae band, and this Wes so quiet and Poughtial at breakfast and—" She aned forward, breathed dramatical- F ta.the two perched harples, “What Ma suppose he way thinking of?" Pw i 3 we it trembled Me. Bogart, the grass needs cutting, ). there! shtiness. I have some fresh- raisin cookies for you.” CHAPTER XXVI t "s liveliest interest was in her with the baby. Hugh wanted at the boxeldér tree sald, fing the souls of things. They i an especial fondness for the c ‘post in front ofthe mill, It a post, stout and agree the smooth lem of It held the rht, while its neck, grooved by ps, tiekled one’s had never been awake to the except as a show of changing and great mtisfying massee; had lived in people and In ideas pout having ideas: but Hugh's ques. ; her attentive to the come- Sparrows, robins, bite jays, ; she regained her in the arching fight of and adidéa to it a solici- theif nests and family forgot her seasons of bare She said to Hugh, “We're two | putable old minstrels roam. Found the world,” and he echoed . “Roamin’ round — roamin’ ” high afventure, the secret to which they both fled joy ly, was the house“of Miles and do you want to talk to that) ‘quite understand it herself; and know that in the Bjornstams ” orp 80 loud, always #0 loud. They ‘@ room with clashing cackle; ne | over. Unconsecidualy, the carded the Jolly Setenteen, » Pollock, Vida. and every one Don’t mind | lwere not f jests afid gags they repeated | save Mre. Dr, Westlake and = the friends whom she did not clearly | j know as friends—(he Bjornstams | To Hugh, the Red Swede was the | most herole and powerful person in the world, With unrestrained adora |Uon he trotted after while Miles fed | the cows, chased bis oné pliz—an | janimat of lax and tilgratory it! {stinets—or dramatically slaughtered | ja chicken. And to Hugh, Olaf waa! }lord among mortal men, less stab wart than the old monarch, King! Miles, but more understanding of the relations and values of thi ot small sticks, lone playing-eards, and irretrievably injured hoops. | Carol saw, tho she did not admit, that Olaf was not only more beau tiful than her own dark child, but more gracious. Olat was a Norse ehleftain straight, sunny-haired, jarge-limbed, reaplendentiy amiable! to his @ubjects, Hugh was a vul warian; a bustling business man, It} was Hugh that botinced and said! |*tet’s play” Olaf that dbened luminous blue eyes and agreed “All tight.” In condescending genticnoss, If Hugh batted him—and Hugh did bal him—Olaf Was unafraid but! shdeked, In magnificent solitude he! rehed toward the house, while Hugh bewatled bis sin and the over. clouding of august favor | ‘The two friends played with an imperial chariot which Miles had made out of & starch-box and four red together they stuck switches into 4 mouse-hole, with vast} tatisfaction tho entirely without! jknown results | | Bea, the chubby and humming} Hea. impartially gave cookies and jscoldings to both children, and if! (Carol refused a cup of coffee and a | Wafer of buttered knackebrod, she | was desolated. |} Miles Kad done well with hie dairy, He had six cows, two hundred chick- ens, & cream separator, a Ford truck TA the spring he had Built & two }room addition to his #hiick. Thav) ilustrious building was to Hugh a carnival, Uncle Miles did the mob} spectacular, unexpected things: rah | up the ladder; stood on, the ridge pole, waving a hammer and singing something about “To arma, my zens," nailed shingles faster than Aunt Bessie could tron handker chiefs: and lifted a two-by-six With Hugh riding or one end and Olaf on the other. Uncle Miles’ most ec. Static trick was to make figures not on paper But right on a new pine board, with the broadest, softest pen cH in the world. There was a thing worth seeing! The tools! In his office Father jhad tools fascinating in their shint fess and curious shapes, but they Were sharp, they were something ciflidd sterilized, and they distinctly | were not-for boys to touch. In fact it Was & good dodge to volunteer “I must not wich.” When you looked At the tools on the glass shelves in Father's office. But Uncle Miles, who was a person altogether superior to Father, let you handle all his kit except the saws. | There was a ham. mer with a silver head; there was a metal thing like a big 1; there was & magit instrument, very precious, made out of costly red wood and gold, with & tude which contamed a drop—no, it wasn't a drop, it was & Rothing, which lived in the water, but the nothing looked like a drop, and tt ran fn a fright@éned way up Jand down the tube, no matter how cautiously you tilted the magic tn- strument. And there were nails, very different and clever—~big val lant spikes, middle-aized ones which very interesting, and much jollier than the fussed-up fairies in the yellow book. ba While he had worked on the addi- tion Miles had talked frankly to Carol. He admitted now that «o long as he stayed in Gopher Prairie he woul! remain a pariah. Bea's Luth- ran friends were as much offended by his egnostic gibes as the mer- chants by his radicalism. “And can't seem to keep my mouth shut. I think ['m being a baa-lamb, and not springing any theories wilder j than ‘c-a-t spells cat,’ but when folks have gone, I re'lize I've been step ping on their pet religious corns. Oh, the mil! foreman keeps dropping In, and that Danish shoemaker, and one |fellow from Elder's factory, and a “few Svenskas, but you know Be: big spools | shingle-nails There was a queer little doorway thru which Brownies were pgssing and carrying great sacks on their little bent "8. Pim,Pim led Nancy and Nick thru the glittering, shining chambers of the Land of Underneath, explaining |! things to them as they went. There was @ queer little doorway thru Which Brownies were passing and eerrying great sacks on their little tent shoulders. Pim Pim said that was the underground way to all tm in the world, and that thi ywwnies Were packing the roots of the rose bushes with warm moss to keep them from freezing thru the} winter. ‘Then they went on a distance fur. per, jooking this way and that at Mm the wonderful things they saw. The Twins had never seen #0 many oor worms or fire flies or glimmer. g beetles in their lives, each one them doing bis best to light up e crystal caverns of the Browntes. After while they passed another bor, ahd thru this one, too, Brown. were hurrying and carrying nge burdens, “ pointed Pim Pim, “is our secret pasmage to Dreamland, where many of the ant- ls go in winter, Of course the reatures never suspect it, but Brownies put blankets and warm comfies over them while they're |snoozing away in their holes, Mr |Ground Hog hasn't the least idea of lit, of course; thinks he's fattened up on corn and bas grown enough | fuzy wool all over him to kéep him |warm all winter, but he couldn't |keep warm enough on nights when the thermometer is 40 degrees be- low zero, if my Brownies didn’t tick him in and ‘round about with their nice little blankets, They are storing away a lot of new blankets in underground cupboards now. That in what they are ecarrying—every nize from those for wee Mr. Meadow Mouse to the big ones for the bears. The Twins thought it very inter- esting. They had never known be- fore how very tseful Brownies were, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) DANNY. You STOP LAUGHING OR ILL SEND You AWAY FROM THE TABLE Some - You Hie ING MAN You GO RIGHT UP To YouR Room ' HERE! HERE ! pix Up most SCHOOL BOOKS THis INSTANT ! WAT ON EARTH Do You MEAN BY ACTING good-hearted wench like her wants lot of folks around—likes to fins ov ‘em—hever satinfied unlets abe's tir | ing herself out making coffee for womebody “Once she kidnaped me and drug me to the Methodist Church. 1 goes in, pious as Widew Bogart, and sity still and never cracks @ smile while the preachér ls favoring us with hit misinformation on evolution, But afterwards, when »the old stalwarts were pumphandiing everybody ut the door and cating ‘em ‘Brother’ and “Sister,” they let me sail right by with nary a clinch. They figure rm Yhe town badman, Always will be, | I guess. It'll have to be Olaf who Rees on, And sometimes— Blamed if 1 don't feel Uke coming out and maying, ‘I've been conseryative. Nothing to it. Now I'm going to start something In. these rotten one horse lumber-campe weat of town.’ But Be's got me hypnotized. Lord) Mts. Kennieott, fo you re'lize what} mw jolly, square, faithful woman ahe ia? And I love Olat— Well, I) won't go Gnd get sentinental on you. | “Courst I've had thoughts of pull ink up stakes and going West. Maybe | if they didn't know it beforehand, | they wouldn't find out I'd ever been! mulity of trying to think for myself, | But—oh, I've worked hard, and built up this dairy businers, andJ hate te etart all over again, and move Bie and the kid into another onb-toom | shack. That's how they get us! Ne courage us to be thrifty and oven our} own houses, and then, by golly, they've got uk; they kiow won't date risk everything by committing lem—what i it? lee majeaty?—T mean they know we won't be hinting around that if we had a eo-6perative bank We could get along without Stowbody. Welt A& tong a8 T can sit and play pinochie with Re, and tell whoppers to Olaf about his dad: | dy’s adventures in the woods, and how he snared a wiiymloonie and knew Paul Bunyan, why, I don't mind being a bum. it's fust for the that I rhind. Say! Say! Don't whis per a word to Be, but when I get) this addition, ign going t6 buy her) a phonograph!” He did. While she waa bitty with the ac tivities her workhungry muscles found—washing, ironing, mending, | baking, dusting, preserving. pluck-) ing a chieken, painting the _ sink; | h, betAnse whe Was Miles’ } were exciting and cre | ative—Ten fisten@d to the phono- | graph records with rapture Ue that of cattlé if a warm stable, The addi- | tion gave her a kitchen with a bed room above. The original one-reem | shack was now & living-room, with a phonograph, a genuine leather-up | holstered golden-oak rocker, and. a} pleture of Governor John Johnson. | In Mte July Carol went to the Bfornstanis’ desirous of a chance to) expreas het opinion of Beavers and | Calibreea and Joralemons, She found Olaf abed, restless from a slight fe. ver, anf Bea flushed and dizsy but trying to keep up her work, She/ lured Miles aside and worried: “They don't look at all What's the matter?” 1 “Their stomachs are out of whack. | I warited to call in Doe Kennicott, | but Be thinks the doe doesn't like Os) _she thinks thaybe he's nore because | you eome down hers. But I'm get-) | | al | well ting worried.” ‘m going to call the doctor at once She yearned over Olaf, Fie lam: bent eyes were stupid, he moaned, he rubbed his forehead. “Have they Been eating something that’s been bad for them?” she flut- tered to Miles, , “Might be bum water, I'l) tell you: W uséd to get our water at Oscar Ekiund’s place, over acroea the street, but Oscar kept dinging at me, and hinting I was a tightwad not to dig a well of my own, One time he mid, ‘Sure, you socialists are great on divvying up other folks’ money—and water! IT know if he kept it up there'd be a fuss, and I aint safe to havé around,’ once a fuss atarte: I'm likely to férget my self and let lobe with a punch in the enoot, 1 offered to pay Oscar but he refustd—he'd rather have the chance to kid me. So I starts getting water down at Mrs. Fageros’, in the hol low there, and I don’t believe it's real jroog, Figuring to dig my own well thin fall.” ‘One scarlet word was before Car. ola eyes while phe listened. She fled to Kennicott'’s office. He graye ly heard her out, nodded, sald, “Be ht over.”* ine examined Bea and Olaf, THe shook his head. “Yes. Looks to me like typhoid.” “Golly, I've seen typhold tn tum- ber-camps.” groaned Miles, all the strength dripping ovt of him. “Have they got it very bad?" “Oh, we'll take good are of them,” waid Kennicott, and for the first time in thetr Acquaintance he smiled on Mil*a and clapped his shoulde “Won't you need 4 nurse EVERETT TRUE Haw NOW TOM, DON’T LOSE YouRsTEMPER| 7; COME WITH ME Yours MAN! Well, It Was NOW, THAT WILL Dow YOU MUSTN'T SAY BY CONDO | | HAW! WHAT CAN isl YOU GxPGECT, MRS. TRVE, WHEN You TRY To FIX A MOTOR WITH A HAIRPIN? Now “OU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IT COMGS (NTO CONTACT WiTtH MGTAL | HAWS HAw—~~— NOW UST'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS WAN fr Commas CONTAGT With IWoRY tt * * IN‘Tto Page 532 FORTY YEARS AGO (Chapter 4) How Mr. Jones Wlighed as he recalled the scene of that hunting scrape 40 years ago, “Now the funniest thing of all is yet to come,” he said, still chuckling over his memories. “There we were with two per- fectly good guns which we knew how to lise, and both of ua were experienced hunters knew each other from many such trips together, but lutely dazed by having the deer leap over our beads that we had for the time lost our wits, I think, and we. were #0 abso- I told you, Bob knocked me down and took.my gun away from mie and shot the deer, but the deer was far out from shore. “This fact, however, nothing to Bob; he wan after that deer which we had failed to head off at and, paying no attenffon to the boat which was right beside him, plumped ifto the fey water and went after the deer, “Yes, he got the deer, and we got safely home and had our deer ————— a aiieiiel meant our appointed stations, he manded Carol “Why To hinted, “Couldn't cousin, Tina?’ “She's down at the old folks’, in the country.” “i “Then let me do it!” Carol insist ed, “They need some one to for them, aiid isn't it good t nee baths, in typhoid?” All right.” - Kennicott was automatic; he was the officinl, the physivian, “I guess prot it would be hard to get a nurse in town just now. Mrs, Stiver is puay with an obstetrical case, and that fown nurse of yours is off on vacation, aif’t she? All right, Bjorne stam can spell you at night.” Kennleott wet Bea's Miles, you ive y \ Pook | big red heré| her love for her friends. meat for Thanksgiving planned, but it was an unusual ex ak owe perience for Puget Sound boys, the storm, and our own befuddle- ment and all.” “Were you very little boys or big like pretty Davie?” Peggy asked “Why, bless your heart, child,” Mr. Jones laughed, “I wasn't lit- tle at all. I was teaching a Seattle school. “By the way, that is one of the oldest schools in the city and it Is still standing. It has other frame buildings about it now. but you can see it any day if you drive past Sixth and Main sts, “There is one older than that one still standing on the corner of ‘Third ave Vine at ers in Seattle when school a year and There were nine teach- I begin to teach. “I recall one little story you might like to hear connected with that Main &t, school.” (To Be Continued Ce ammeeeedl All week, from eight each morn ing til) midnight, Carol fed them, bathed th smoothed sheets, took temperatures, Miles refused to let her cook. Terrified, pallid, noise. less in stocking feet, he did the kitchen work and the sweeping, his hands awkwardly careful. Kennieott came in three times a day, unchangingly tender and hope- ful in the sick-toom, evenly polite to Miles. Carol understood how great was 1t bore her thru; it made her arm steady and tireless to bathe them. What ex: hausted her was the sight of Bea and Olaf turned into flaccid invalids, uncomfortably flushed after taking | | | to Wash your face, but Henry came | small parts in seVeral studios, but T | Henry Larkin j with | Natidy i# among those present Rose {about the marvelous dressing roo ‘food, begging for the healing of sleep NOW You STAY RIGHT HERE UNTIL YOU GET OVER THAT FOOLISHNESS = SUCH NONSENSE WHEN WE HAVE COMPANY! ty, DID You NOTICE THE EXPRESSION ON MR DUFF'S FACE WHEN HE/ TRIES TOBE TooK HiM ouT ? BY ALLMAN | HAVE To LAUGH AT Tom WHEN HE serious! | THOUGHT HE WAS GOING Him a Mean Tric WELL, SHE is! ) WANE You FoR THINKING THAT YOUR TEACHER 1S” CL MEAN ? Ga \ "y OUR BOARDING HOUSE 1D A DROVE UP IN FRONT WITH A. VAN LOAD OF RABBITS ! HowD trpe YF You MADE A PIE WITH THIS HOPPER IN YOUR \NIMPTABLE STYLE AND ONLY You AND I WILL ENJOY “H' REPAST, EH? TO EAT UP - HAHA- S-SUE ASKED FoR MY KNIFE “T’ SHARPEN HER. PENCIL SO SHE COULD FOLLOWED HIM AROUND H ALL AFTERNOON TO KEEP FROM GETTING HIT WITH ——emrem Eiype sacoss FINI SHED HIS HUNTING Confessions of a Movie Star f (Copyright, 1#21; Seattié Star) CHAPTER XXII—COME INTO MY DRESSING ROOM Rose Montillon took me in hand | of the famous movie stars, I've seen und titight me all she knew nbotit! pages of art which seemed to prove inakeup, and it is more than the b hat a btudlo dressing rod is: an others know altogether. And she raved because she hadn’t|@rlistic combination of drawing saved me from the jealous cats. room, reception room, dining réom, “I saw you, dearic, and 1 meant| boudoir and kitchenette. I've played along with one of his tales of woe | never came fcross any such elegance and I had to listen in, You were on |and conveniences as that, the set when I got rid of hige But] I've discoveredithat most dressing 1 guess I can show you a few make-|rooms are as simple as my own, up stunts the others haven’t caught | Which looks like a prjvate room in a on tor" yi modern hospital t's w spactous | She was true t) her promise, and | cement cell opening from a cement | for that I am always nice to Mrs.{hall, Its high and harrow, fire- Proof and sanitary, with huge win- But 1 often wonder why Mrs. | dows. Nandy hever Iota Rose stay three! ‘She dressing table's gay cretonne minutes alone with me. It's a great|cover introdiices a dash of color, A relief, one way, to have Polly Ander: | day-bed rayly pillowed, invites me to fon stick around. When I'm alone | relax ahd rest betiveen stenes, There Rosé she invariably brings up are two comfortable chairs—and no She fairty more—Hecause it would never do to But whén Mra encourage visitors when IT shotid be recuperating. Neither is a star's dressing room a place for a reception or a tea, ‘There is nothing superfluous, foth- ing fussy, nothing unnecessarily | decorative about my own belongings, nor in the rooms of any of the movie MecMastér’s name. reves about his generosity. hever mentions him, Daily Rose contributed a bit of ex- citement to the routine of my dress- ing room, I've read a good deal of nonsense stars I know. Most of thi stredudutly and for leagek than & cook, waitres#, dressmaker oF stenographer. 1 suppose that) Once in a while’ & girl may be cafried to fame by the magie carpet method, but I had to climb up by the difficult road of @x- ertion. I expect to stay up by the me method. Sometimes I've heard of stars take theit_vases ani pillows. as as their dogs from location to tion, but the‘onty extra luggage ever wish onto “props” is a small bex of vidlin redords. } Never yet have T had to use cerine drops to register gtief. I only ~ need to hear certain violin Fecordé and my tears flow naturally. Once 1 was standing outside a sbt, listening to the: wail of "8 funeral march, and waiting for my cue to rush on in a passion of tears, when I heard Dick ‘talkiig to Nandy. “Wicked! sald Diék, who to think I was so engrossed with, role that I couldn’t hear “Wicked! “My hunch, too,” Nandy agreéd. (To Be Continved) timistie fiction. “We just heard your wife was sick, We've come to see if there isn't something we can do,” chir- ruped Vida. Milés looked steadily at the three women. “You're tod late, You can't do nothing now. Bea’s always kind of hoped that you folks would come see her, She wanted to have a chance wha be friends, She used to sit wait ink fot Somebpdy to knock, I've seen her sitting here, waitlig. Now— Oh, you Aih't worth Goddamning.” He shug the door, All “May Carol watched Olaf's strength oozing. He was emaciated. His ribs were grim clear lines, his skin, was clammy, his pulse avas| féeble but terrifyingly rapid. It beat lirious. pain was so pitiful to Carol |—beat—beat in a drum-roll of death, aa the way in which Miles silently | Late that afternoon he sobbed, and peered into the room from the top | died. of the narrow stairs. Curol slept| Bea did not know it. She was de- three hours next morning; and ran | lirious. Next morning, when she back, Bea wns altogether delirious | went, she did not know that Olaf but she muttered nothing e#ave,|would no longer® swing his lath “Olaf—ve have such a good time—"| sword on thé doorstep, 6 longer At ten, while Carol was preparing | rule his subjects of the eattle-yard; an too-bag in the kitchen, Miles an-|that Miles’ son would not go Hast swered a knock, At the front door | to college. at night. During the second week Olaf's powerful legs were flabby. Spots of | a viclously delicate pink came out on | hig chest and back. His cheeks sank He Jooked frightened. His tongue was brown and revolting. His con- fident voice dwindled to a bewdidered murmur, ceaseless and racking, Rea had stayed on her feet too long at the beginning, The moment Kenpicott had ordered her to bed she had begun to collapse, One early evening she startled them by scream ing, In an intense abdominal pain: nd within half an hour she was in a delirium, Till dawn Carol was with her, and not All of Bea's grop- ing thru the blackness of half-de- she siw Vida Sherwin, Maud Dyer,| Miles, Carol, Kennicott were! si- and Mré. Zitterel, wife of the Baptist | lent. They washed the bodies to- pastor, They were carrying grapes, | gether, their eyes veiled. and women's-magagzines, mirazines| “Go home now and sleep, You're with high-colored pictures and op-!pretty tired, 1 can't ever pay you back for what you done,” Miles whis- pered to Carol. “Yes. But I'll be back here to- morrow, Go with you to the fu neral,” she Said laboriously, When the time for the fuleral came, Carol was in bed, collapsed, She assumed that neighbors wou! go, They had not told her that wi of Miles’ rebuff to Vida had spread thru town, a eyclonic fury. It was only by chance that, leat ing of her elbow in bed, shé glanced thru the window and saw the funeral of Bea and Olaf, Thére was nd mi sic, no carriages, There was on’ Miles Bjornstam, in his black ding-suit, walking quite alone, head down, behind the shabby heatse that bore the bodies of his Wife and baby, An hour after, Hugh came into her room crying, and when she said a@ cheerily as she could, “What is % dear?” he besought, “Munimy, want to play with Olaf.” That ernooh Juanita “Haydock dropped ji to brighten Carol. She said, “Too bad about thts Bea was yout hired git, But 1 don’ waste any sympathy on " of hers. Everybody says he dra too much, and treated his y awful, and that’s how the; sick,” « ‘