The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 29, 1921, Page 13

PAGE 13 BY ALLMAN THERE'S NOTHING THE MATTER WITH THE FAUCET ONLY IT WASN'T ' TURNED OFF; THIS 1S YOUR NEIGHBOR, MR DuFF UP TLE STREET HERE - SAY, ONE OF OUR WATER FAUCETS 15 LEAKING A LITTLE-CAN You COME UP AND FIX IT RIGHT AWAY? IT'S JUSTA LITTLE JOB- ONLY TAKE You A MINUTE = ALL RIGHT~ DON'T FORGET YouR Too.s RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. e (Continued From Yesterday) CHAPTER XXVII 1 OH, HELEN, | CAN'T FIX THIS THING-| HAVEN'T ANY TOOLS: VLLCALL UP THAT PLUMBER TOM,| WISH You'D SEE \F WOU CAN FIX THAT WASHSTAND FAUCET IN ‘THE BATH ROOM ~ IT RUNS ALL THE TIME thing but read? “No, but— Heavens, one can't go on hating a town always!’ A letter from Raymie Wuther. “Why not? 1 can! I've hated it ) in France, said that he had | for thirty-two years, I'll die here Deon gent to the front, been slightly | and rl! hate it UN T die, T ought! ‘wounded, been made a captain. From | to have been a business woman, [| ‘Vida's pride Carol sought to draw a | had a good deal of talent for tending | stimulant to rouse her from depres to figures. All gone now, Some! ion. folks think I'm oragy, Guess 1 am, Miles had sold his dairy. He had) sit and grouch to chu and several thousand dollars. To Carol) sing hymns. Folks think I'm re: De @ald good.by with a mumbled) ligious, Tut! Trying to forget wash ih handshake, “Going | ing and ironing and mending socks. farm in Northern Alberta | Want an office of my own, and ostt from folks as I can get.” things. Julius never hear of It. Too ed sharply away, but he did late.” ot walk with his former spring. His} Carol sat on the gritty couch, and seemed old. lank into fear, Could Wis drabness | Tt was said that before he went he of life keep up forever, then? Would | | Cursed the town. There was talk of /she some day so despise herself and “Srresting him, of riding him én aj her neighbors that she too would “Tail, It was rumored that at’ the| walk Main Street an old skinny ec old Perry rebuked centric woman in a mangy cat's fur? him, “You better not come back here.| As she crept home qhe felt that the ‘We've got respect for your dead, but | trap had finally closed, She ‘went | into the house, a frail emall woman, till winsome but hopeless of eye} as she staggered with the weight of | the drowsy boy in her arms. Of the people who had been She sat alone on the porch, that ae ‘the station declared that Miles ovening. It seemed that Kennicott | ie Some dreadful seditious retort: | had to make a professional call on Something about loving Germar) Mrs. Dave Dyer, 4 More than American bank. Under the stilly boug Dut others asserted that he| black gaure of dusk the street w find one word with which to; meshed in silence. There was but the veteran; that he merely} the hum of motor tires crunching up on the platform of the/ the road, the creak of a rocker on) He must have felt guilty,|the Howlands’ porch, the slap of a/ agreed, for as the train | hand attacking a mosquito, a heat- town, a farmer anw him stand. | weary conversation starting and dy- tn the vestibule and looking out. | ing. the precise rhythm of crickets, house—with the addition which | the thud of jnoths against the screen dutlt four months ago—was |—sounds that were a distilled silence, | the track on which his/ It was a street beyond the end of the world, beyond the boundaries of went there, for the last | hope. Tho she should wit here for- Olaf's chariot with|ever, no brave procession, no one would be com. Tt was tediourness made f quick ¢ye could have | tangible, a street builded of laasitude { Roticed tt from a train. and of futility. Myrtle Cass appeared, with Cy Bo- | ehe| gart. She giggied and bounced when silently, while| Cy tickled her ear in village lov “Snoopu”’ Sanders—a New One in the Neighborhood LOoKtT, Bop — MATS PINE-WELL-WELL= WE'RE ALL GONNA WELLO, CNT “WIS A NEW FACE? BY en \ aa A, Ly) fs NOSIR, TVE ALWAYS” HAD IT, BUT You yusT AIN'T EVER SEEN tr SFoRE! WANE A BiG, BIG BONFIDE US HELP wiLL SOON AS WE GET ALL } VA? vel aes WW’ LEANES RAKED VA? UP - DOP SAID - oul ' ers and poetry and muste and every- | thing; he spieled like he was a rem ular United States Senator; and Myrtie—she's a devil, that girl, ha hal—ehe kidded him along, and go him going, and honest, what d'you think he said? He said he didn’ find any intellectual compantonshiy }in this town. Can you beat it? agine! And him a Swede tailor! My! And they say he's the most awful mollycoddie—looks just like a girl The boys call him ‘Elfeabeth,’ and | they step him and ask about the books he lets on to have read, and jhe goes and tells them, and they | take ft all in and jolly him terribly, EVERETT TRUE COOKING EATING AND I TOBACCO— Pipe CLEANER ; i i i @ait of lovers, kicking their feet out) ted, “From-what Champ | sideways or shuffling a dragging jig. | Bjornetam was a bad/and the concrete walk sounded to In apite of Bea, don't | the broken two-four rhythm. Their commit: | voices had a dusky turbulence. Sud- forced him to be/denly, to the woman rocking on the it : 3 i iy} ie i PY hd i i ° _ mind the house 8z 33 © they could send "t volunteer and and the Y. M. worked that stunt ene German farmers.” xis : : i 7 i rf 3 ef : : 5 md at last she yield. woman's receptivity and in eobbing the story, of 3 3 & i i often met on the 2 merely & pleasant things about Charlies Positive experience was of Mrs. Flickerbaugh, twitchy wife of the encountered her at sapped Mrs. Flicker Fd i z z 3 | atl a i you're the onty town that retains the . home and z Ed z i else to But she was un- presence of the hich Mra. Flicker. drew. Today, \in ugust, she wore a ny fur like a dead of imitation pearls, in blouse, an@a thick ied up in front. Sit down. Stick the in that rocker, Hope you don’t looking like a rat's You don’t like this town. a6 1,” eaid Mrs. Flicker- it z i 2 3 7 | But I'm sure day Tl! find some solu- I'm a hexagonal peg. : find the hexagonal hole.” Mrs. Westlake. She's ‘maturally a big-city woman—she a lovely old house in or Boston—but she es ing absorbed in reading.” satinfied to never do any- ADV BNTUReSs oF INE TY “WHAT KIP DID” At last Mr. Pim «im sto ped in front Of uwodrway over _ which were the words “The Enchanted Cupboard.” At last Mr. Pim Pim stopped in front of a doorway over which were the words, “The Enchanted Cup “This is where I keep the wonder. ful shovels that the Magical Mush- oom told you about, my dears. With shovels you can dig a thousand times as fast as you could with or. dinary ones, and in @ very short) time, If we had them, we would have glittering colors dug out of to dye all the Christmas toys in the world. Over there in the mine of golden-glitter, beyond that colors for Christmas toys and we, have a won derful lot of them.’ “Do we have to have the enchant. €4 shovel?” asked Nick, “I'm « fine digger.” “That may be,” answered Pim Pim ug his head—'but it wouldn't Se Rio meetin porch of the doctor's house, the night came alive, and she felt that everywhere in the darkness panted an ardent quest which she was miss ing as she sank back to wait for— ‘There must be something. CHAPTER XXVIII I Tt was at a supper of the Jolly Sev.) enteen in August that Carol heard of “Elizabeth,” from Mra. Dave/ Dyer. Carol was fond of Maud Dyer, be- cause she had been particularly agreeable lately; had obviously re- ed of the nervous distaste which ahe onee shown. Maud patted her hand when they met, and asked about Hugh. Kennicott said that he was “kind of sorry for the girl, some ways: she’s too darn emotional, but still, Dave is sort of mean to her.” He was polite to poor Mand when they all went down to the cottages for a swim. Carol was proud of that sym pathy in him, and now she took pains to sit with their new friend. Mrs. Dyer was bubbling. “Ob, have | you folks heard about this young fellow that’s just come to town tha: the boys cal! ‘Elizabeth’? He's work. ing in Nat Hicks’ tailor shop. I bet he doesn’t 6 eighteen a week, but my! isn't he the perfect lady, tho! He talks so refined, and oh, the lugs he puts on—beited coat, and Pique collar with a gold pin, and {socks to match his necktie, and hon- eet—you won't believe this, but T got | it straight—this fellow, you know he’s staying at Mrs. Gurrey’s punk old boarding-house, and they say he on a dress-auit for supper! Can you beat that? And him noth- ling but h Swede tailor—Erik V: borg his name is. Fut he used to be in 4 tailor shop in Minneapolis (they do say jhe’ mart needle-pusher, |at that)’ and he tries to let on that he’s a regular city fellow. They say he tries to make people think he's a | poet—carries books around and pre- tenda.to read ‘em. Myrtle Cass says she met him at a dance, and he was mooning around all over the piace, and he asked her did she like flow t INS ' | Everybody | about it land seldom went and he never gets onto the fact they're kidding hi Oh, I think it's Just too funny™ The Jolly Seventeen laughed, and Carol laughed with them, Mra. Jack Eider added that this Erik Valbore had confided to Mrs. Gurrey that he would “love to design clothes fo women.” Imagine! Mrs. Harvey Dillon had had « glimpse of him, but honestly, she'd thought he was aw fully handsome, This waa instantly controverted by Mra. B. J. ling, wife of the banker. Gougerting had hi ahe reported, » 00d look at this Valborg fellow, She and B. J. had been motoring, and passed “Elizabeth” out by McGrud- er's Bridge. He was wearing the awfulest clothes, with the waint pinched im like a girl's. He wna «it. ting on a rock doing nothing, but when he heard the Gougerling car coming he snatched a book out of and as they went byyhe Jo be_reading it, to show off. And he wasn't really good-look ing—just kind of soft, as B. J. had pointed out When the husbands came they joined in the expose, “My name ix Elizabeth. I'm the celebrated mu- sical tailor, The skirts fall for me by the thou. Do I it some more veal loaf?" merrity shrieked Dave Dyer. He had some admirable stories about the tricks the town youngsters had played on Valborg. They had Gropped a decaying perch into hin | pocket. They had pinned on his) back a sign, “I'm the prize boob, kick me.” Glad of any laughter, Caro} Joined the frolic, and surprised them by ery- | ing, “Dave, I do think you're the/ dearest thing since you got your hair, cut!” That was an excellent sally. | applauded. * Kennicott | looked proud. . | She decided that sometime she! really must go out of hér way to pass Hicks’ shop and see this freak. | ™ She was at Sunday morning serv: | fee at the Baptist Church, in a #ol- emn row with her husband, Hugh, Uncle Whittier, Aunt Resste. Despite Aunt Bess nagging the Kennicotts rarely attended church. ‘The doctor asserted, “Sure, religion | is a fine influence—got to have it to keep the lower classes in order— fact, it's the only thing that appents| to a lot of those fellows and makes ‘era respect the rights of property. And I guess this theology is O, K.; lot of wise old coots figured ft all out, and they knew more about It than we do.” He believed in the! Christian religion, and never thought he believed in the church, near it; he was) shocked by Carol's lack of faith, and wasn't quite sure what was the na ture of the faith that she lacked. Carol herself was an uneasy and dodging agnostic. When she ventured to Sunday School and heard the teachers dron- | when help any here. Those mines in the Land of Underneath are ail magical and you couldn’t dig up enough shin ing color to dye a fairy’s eye-lash | without magic shovels.” “And what happened?” Nancy. “Why can’t yoy get |shovels out of the cupboard?” “Because Kip stole my key,” an. swered Pim Pim shaking his head. He's taken it and sneaked off to |the Gnome village thru the secret passage, His name should be Skip | instead of Kip.” “Then what shall we do? Nancy, who was still curious, “That's just it,” paid Pim Pim. “I don't know.” Suddenly Nick had an idea, “Why we have our magic Green Shoes, Mr. Pim Pim! We can wish ourselves jinto the Gnome village and find Kip and get the key.” Mr. Pim brightened. seem like a good plan,” “S'pose yot do.” (To Be Continued) Ps (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) asked; the ked ' “It does he nodded. ing that the genealogy of Sham. sheral was a valuable ethical prob- lem for ¢hildren to think about; she expegimented with Wednesday prayer-meeting and listened to store-keeping elders giv- ing their unvarying weekly test! mony in primitive erotic symbols and such “gory Chaldean phrases as “washed in the blood of the lamb” and “a vengeful God;" when Mr# Bogart boasted that thru his boy: hood «he had made Cy confess night- ly upon the basia of the Ten Com. mandments; then Carol was dis. mayed to find the Christiah religion in America; in the twentieth cen, tury, as abnormal as Zoroastrianism without the splendor, But when she went to church suppers and felt the friendliness, saw the gaiety with which the sisters served cold ham and scalloped potatoes: when @Mrs. Champ Perry cried to her, on an aft- ernoon call, “My dear, if you just knew how happy it makes you to come into abiding grace.” then Carol found the humanness behind the «an guinary and alien theology. Always ahe perceived that the churches— Methodist, Baptist, Congregational, Geenote all of them—which had seemed so unimportant to the judge's home in her childhood, so isolated from the city struggle in St. Paul, were «till, In Gopher Prairie, the atrongest of the forces compelling re- spectability. This August Sunday she had heen tempted by the announcement that avemamanbeiniie THAT FELLOW WAVING FoR You To DELAY GVGRYRODY BY HOLDING THe CAR FoR HIM DOGS THaT AGOVT EVERY MORNING I Give THE ROTOR MAN Two Quick BGUB oR MUMS, Tat ar. JSSory bo md * Page [2s 533 BURGLARS “That frame house,” Mr. Jones went on with his story, “stood on the corner of Fifth and Main. all platted into city lots and streets, but the streets were not the smooth, graded kind you Seat- tle school children of 1921 are ac litue school The town was customed to walk on. “Most of our sidewalks (where there were any) were wooden ones: and the streets were rough, with many stumps left yet to be grubbed = out. All about the school house there were new lots still covered with little second. growth timber and in coming and going from school the children ran thru these wooded spaces and played where they pleased. “People talk about robberies and burglaries now as if they were something new,” Mr, Jones chuckled, “but we had them in Beattle 40 years ago. “The one I'm going to tell you about was a safe robbery down on ‘Washington st., near First ave. It happened in the Mighf and there must have been several of the —— nn eliaiel the Reverend Hamund Zitterel would preach on the topic “America, Face Your Problems!” With the great war, workmen in every nation showing a desire to control industries, Rus- sia hinting a leftward revolution against Kerensky, woman suffrage coming, there seemed to be plenty of problems for the Reverend Mr. Zit- terel to call on America to face, Carol gathered her family and trotted off behind Uncle Whittier, The congregation faced the heat with informality. Men with highly plastered hair, #0 painfully shaved that their faces looked sore, removed their coats, sighed, and unbuttoned two buttons of their uncreased Sun- day vests, Largebosomed, white robbers for they certainly carried off a heavy lot of booty. “"My safe is gone! My safe and all that was in it,’ cried the amazed man from whom it had been stolen. “Think of carrying off a heavy thing like a safe, Why couldn't they have opened it and left me at least the safe? “But. nobody could tell him why, so he offered a reward to anyone who should be able to find his safe, for he felt sure it could not be many miles away, and he wanted it, even tho the thieves had all the money out of it. “One morning, not many days after this robbery, a ttle girl about 11 years old came running into the sahool room quite early and began excitedly to talk. “‘Mr. Jones,’ she said; panting, ‘Oh, Mr. Jones, 1 found it. I did, Mr. Jones; I found it right out there in the bushes.’ “Found what? I asked, much Puzzled. “The man’s safe,’ she whisper- ed, ‘and it's all locked up safe as anything and I found it? “And so she had, and not a penny was gone out of it.” CE bloused, hot - necked, spectacied matrons—the Mothers in Israel, pioneers and friends of Mrs. Champ Perry—waved their palm-leaf fans in a steady rhythm, Abashed boys slunk into the rear pews and giggled, while milky little girls, up front with their mothers, self-consciously kept from turning around. ‘The church was half barn and half Gopher Prairie parlor, The streaky brown wallpaper was broken in its dismal sweep only by framed texts, “Come unto Me” and “The Lord is My Shepherd,” by a@ list of hymns, and by a crimson and green diagram, staggeringly drawn upon hemp-col ored paper, indicating the alarming ease with which a young Man may WHEN JOE CH) 'S CAME our OF DOC PULLMAN OFFICE TO DAY HE SLIPPED AND FELL Confessions of a Movie Star ~ (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) CHAPTER XXIII—GINETTE’S ATTIRE STARTLES ME Two parts of my brain sometimes seom to be active at the same in- stant. I worked up the emotion of grief with one section while another | Was trying to guess what Dick con- sidered so wicked. “Too sensitive!’ Nandy continued. “It's a shame to have a delicate human instrument like that played upon, torn to tatters—in a game like this?” Dick's rejoinder was emphatic. He’ caught my eye and ceased to speak. I wanted to tell the boys that they needn't worry. Perhaps I was a deli- cate human instrument, but even so, my emotions were not wearing me out. I did not believe in love! Freed from that, my feelings would never harm me. I was alone in my dressing room one morniag. Mrs. Nandy hadn't ar- rived. I had sent my maid to the property woman for some court jew- els 1 was to put on. It was a busy week in the studios. Seven directors were working script. One set I wanted to watch, but my own work prevented, There was to ding with be a ballet—the best our producer had staged. There were extras by jthe score in the bla-bla, McMasters never believed in put- ting all his eggs in one basket. He suits all tastes and keeps a large |variety of plays circulating—every- |thing from country comics to the | Thais type. One of the latter species was work- the ballet—Ginette, of Jeourse, the company's “perfect lady." | “When she's called ‘perfect’ her character’s not being referred to,” | Rose said, Having my own work to do, T | couldn't watch the ballet in the ad joining studio. I was making up when a knock came at my door. “Come inf But the spring lock was set, I opened the door, “Oh, and I reached forth a hand to pull into my rorm the exquisite undraped figure which stood before me in the hallway. The splendid animated statue re- my goodness!" I exclaimed | treated to the farther side of the | ridor. “Don't you dare touch mef* ¥ ed Ginette’s high voice. “You'll ruim my makeup!" ‘ | Of course when any variation of Thais poses undraped, she ae wears more than the pictures betray, She wears from. coiffure to Covell thick coating of grease paint | With powder. It’s almost as good ag ja dress, But a careless forefinger, touching that paint will show upon — it as plainly as a Bertillion thumb — print. Rut I didn't think of that So startled was I to behold Ginette’s — undraped loveliness framed in my (door that I ran for a kimona to — | throw over my caller. “Quit it! Quit it! And get me some |soap! I want to wash my handsl See?” ; “I can see all right,” T said save agely. “And I can hear, too T hear ® man’s step on the stairs! Here’a your soap! Catch! If you won't come in—run!” (To Be Continued) descend from “Palaces of Pleasure and the House of Pride to Bternal Damnation, But the varnished oak pews and the new red carpet and the three large chairs on the platform, behind the bare reading-stand, were all of a rocking-chair comfort. Carol was civic and neighborly and commendable today. She beamed and bowed. She trolled out with the others the hymn: “How pleasant ‘tis on Sabbath morn To gather in the church, And there I'll have no thoughts, Nor sin shall me besmirch.” With a rustle of starched linen skirts and stiff shirt-fronts, the con- gregation sat down, and gave heed to the Reverend Mr. Zitterel. The priest was a thin, swart, intense young man with a bang. He wore a black sack suit and a lilac tie, He smote reading-stand, vociferated, “Come, let us reason together,” delivered a prayer informing Almighty God of the news of the past week, and be- gan to reason. Jt proved that the only problems which America had to face were Mormonish and Prohibition: “Don’t let any of these self.con- coited fellows that are always try- ing to stir up trouble deceive you with the belief that there's anything to all these smartaleck movements to let the unions and the Farmers’ Nonpartisan League kill all our ini- carnal the enormous Bible on the) tiative and enterprise by fixing wages and prices. There isn’t any movement that amounts to a whoop without it's got a moral background. And let me tell you that while folks are fussing about what they call ‘economics’ and ‘socialism’ and ‘science’ ang a lot of things that are nothing in the world but a disguise for atheism, the Old Satan is busy spreading hig secret net and ten- tacles out there in Utah, under his guise of Joe Smith or Brigham Young or whoever their leaders hap- pen to be today, it doesn't make any difference, and they're making game of the Old Bible that has led this American people thru its manifold trials and tribulations to its firm position ‘&s the fulfilment of the prophecies and the recognized leader of all nations, ‘sit thou on my right hand till I make thine enemies the footstool of my feet,’ said the Lord of Hosts, Acts II, the thirty-fourth verse—and let me tell you right now, you got to get up a good deal earlier in the morning than you get up ¢ven when you're going fishing, if you want to be smarfer than the Lord, who has shown us the straight and narrow way, and he that passeth therefrom is in eternal peril and, to return to this vitaLand terrible sub- ject of Mormonism—and as T say, it is terrible to realize how little atten. tion is given to this evil right here in our midst and on our very door step, as it were—it's @ shame and a hark MANERA RN | disgrace that the Congress of there | United States spends all {ts time jtalking about inconsequential finan: cial matters that ought to be left to — | the Treasury Department, as I under stand it, instead of arising in their | might and passing a-law that jone admitting he is a Mormon |simply be deported and as it were | kicked out of this free country im) | | which we haven't got any room for olygamy and the tyrannies of Satan. “And, to digress for a moment, especially as there are more of them \in this state than there are Mor- mons, tho you never can tell what will happen with this vain genera- tion of young girls, that think more about wearing silk stockings than about minding their mothers and learning to bake a good loaf of bread, — and many of them listening to these sneaking Mormon missionaries—and I actually heard one of them talking” right out on a street-corner in Dw luth, @ few years ago, and the offi. cers of the law not protesting—but still, as they are a smaller but more immediate problem, let me stop for just a moment to pay my respects to these Seventh-Day Adventists. Not that they are immoral, I don't mean, but when a body of men go on sisting that Saturday is the Sabbath, after Christ Himself has clearly ine dicated the new dispensation, then think the legislature ought to