The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 1, 1921, Page 13

DECEMBER 1, 1921. THE SEATTLE STAR RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hows, Ine. (Continued From Yesterday) vi | pas absolutely no sense of hu: | Jess than Will, But hasn't SyWhat is a ‘sense of humor’? Yan the thing he lacks the back-| ageing foconity that passes for hu we bere? Anyway Poor lamb, | me to stay and play with | ties. Poor lonely lamb! If he could! from Nat Hickses, from peo. fro may ‘dandy’ and ‘bum, he develop? Pwonder i¢ Whitman didn't use pack-street slang, as BY ALLMAN | SHOULD HAVE KnOwal | BeTTerR Than To APPROAH WU AFTER You'D BEEN PUSSING| [ : The Evening Was Ruined } A HOUSE 1S A FINE PLACE. IN SUMMER, BUT INWINTER THE LTTE § OLD FLAT WITH A JANITOR HAS IT BACKED oFF I'M GLAD To HEAR IT! USUALLY YOU WANT TO TALK TOME ABOUT A LOT OF THING You HAVENT) ITH GOT! THAT SAY TOM, I'VE GOT A LOT OF “THINGS I'D LIKE TO TALK ASHES | SWALLOW TWO TONS OF DUST MARRIED LIFE ISA SSTRENVOUS OLDGAME ee “Oh, dear me, unbuttoned,”* Carol he's got a button worrted Erik, kneeling frowned, then noted the strength with which he swung the baby in the air May 1 walk along a plece you” “Dm tired, Let's rest on those Then I must be trotting back They sat on a heap of discarded railroad ties, oak logs spotted with cinnamon.colored dry-rot and marked | with metallic brown streaks where tron plates had rested, Hugh learned a that the pile was the hiding: place of | Injuns: he went gunning for them He's Keats | While the elders talked of uninterest things. ‘In. | Ing things. | and splendid; The telegraph wires ermmoth’s deep | thrummed, thrummed above them * here! Aj the rails were glaring hard line spirit fatien on Main| the goldenrod smelted dusty. ross ‘And Main Street laughs til) the track was a pasture of dwarf giggles till the spirit doubts | clover and sparse lawn cut by earthy fewn welt and tries (0 give up the | Cow-paths: beyond its placid narrow imings for the correct uses of | Breen, the rough immensity of new stubb jagged with wheat.stacks) 28 ~ ~ a with Bireiia 3 Not Whitman to silken of stains thrummed, | :* TUL UBLP YA Pick'EM UP, vai? ’ id ' F turnishings store.’ Gopher y laws with its celebrated eleven | like huge® pineapples. , you ft cement walk. ... L wonder) Erik talked of books: flamed like | fof the cement is made |® recent congprteto any faith. He| in soy tombstones of John | exhibited as many titles and authors | jas possible, halting only to appeal, vu Have you read his last book? Don’t who | twas cordial to Fern Mul | You think he’s a terribly strong — Bh ge teased ber, told her he was a | writer?” Sho was dizzy. But when he in| hand for running off with a ‘ schoolteachers,” and from. | sisted, “You've beén a librarian; tell if the school-board should) Me; do T read too much fiction? she te her dancing, he would “but | *4vised him loftity, rather discursive the head and tell ‘em how|!y. He had, she indicated, never Sy they were to get a «irl with | Studied. He had skipped from one me go to her, for once.” femotion to another, Especially—she Erik Valborg he was not | hesitated, then flung it at him—he Pace aheok hands loosely, and | Must not guess at pronunciations; “Hare yuh.” | he must endure the nuisance of stop. a mm was socially acceptable: | Ping to reach for the dictionary been here for years, “I'm talking like a cranky teach * she sighed od wsbbtist Don't Clark unmarried. Try everything! listen to at Hicks and Sen Nat's workman, jot And I will study! Rend the | and be @ ‘steady young man'—in or- of perfect democracy | damned dictionary right thru.” He/| der to help them make money meant to be applied indis ngewe his legs and bent over, clutch: | you're still a blewsed innocent, Go | 'ng hie ankle with both hands. “I/ and play till the Good People capture te on a dramatic club! know what you meen. I've been | yout" ly included Kennicott, but | TUshing from picture to picture, like! “But I don't just want to play! 1 ‘tack, patting yawns, conscious (2 kid let loose in an art gallery for) want to make something beautiful EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO | HaRl HERE'S A Bean PY USTEN To THIS One OH, MR. HARRIS « DO ——— LET ME STRAIGHTEN YOUR OUR BOARDING HOUSE AHEM! = MR. HARRIS 1S QUITE CAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF WIS PERSONAL F Bat x = Feisliieed id tPeei rs = Pa ankles, smiling amiably at their sport. wanted to tell her griev-| World—well, a world where beautiful) Nopody else ever has! Carol was sulky every time | things counted. [ was on the farm | derstand?” ot “The Girl from Kan. was Brik who made sug. | frmer, but nothing eixe. He had read with astound. | Know why he first sent me off th, and astounding lack ‘His voice was sensitive 4rawing, and he had a cousin that'd | words. Dut he overused the wo fous.” He mispronounced of the words he had but he knew it. He but he was shy. he demanded p Desires,” by Glaspell,” Carol ceased izing. He was not her; he was the artist, sure “Td lke rom Cook the | ~ having a single book except school: | the first time. You see, it's so awful recent that I've found there was a on ti I was nineteen. Dad is a good Do you to of | arn tailoring? I wanted to study ora, Made a lot of money tailoring out a| im Dakota, and he said tailoring was }a lot lke drawing, so he sent me down to a punk hole called Curlew, to work in a tailor shop, Up to that time I'd only had three months’ schooling a year—walked to schoo! two miles, thru snow up to my kriees and Dad never would stand for my in- to to of “I'd make it simple. Use | Oks. § window at the back, with a} “I never read a novel til! I got ‘of a blue that would sim.| Derethy Vernon of Haddon Hall’ out you in the eye, and just one h, to suggest a park below. breakfast table on a dais. colors be kind of arty and ny—orat chairs, and and blue table, and blue Japan- of the library at Curlew. I thought it was the loveliest thing in the | world! Next I read "Barriers Burned Away’ and then Pope's translation of Homer. Some combination, all right! When I went to Minneapolis, just two years ago, I guess I'd read or- Dig fiat smear of black—bang!| Petty much everything in that Cur. Another play I wish we could Tennyson Jesse's “The Black it but— where this woman ik.’ I've never seen oks at the man with his face away, and she just gives one | '"® G God, is that your idea of a ending?” bayed Kennicott. sounds fierce! "moaned Fern Mullins. ‘was bewildered; glanced She nodded loyally. I do love things, but not the horrible few library, but I'd never heard of Rossetti or John Sargent or Balzac for Brahms. But—- Yump, I'll study. Look here! Shall I get out of thh ‘ait | tailoring, this pressing and repair “I don't see why a surgeon should spend very much time cobbling shoes.” “Rut what if I find I can't really draw and design? After fussing around in New York or Chicago, I'd feel like a fool if I had to go back at |to work in a gents’ furnishings the end of the conference they | “*r*"” nothing.” CHAPTER XxIX 1 had walked up the rafiroad Fh Hugh, this Sunday after. ‘saw Erik Valborg coming, highwater and alone, striking at the | us do! Please say ‘haberdashery.’ * “Haberdashery? All right. I'll re Member.” He shrugged and spread his fingers wide. . She was humbled hy his humility; she put away in her mind, to take out and worry over later, a specula- tion as to wheth'y it was not she who was naive. She urged, “What if you do have to go back? Most of in & stich For a second abe | sett, for instance. We have to darn fly wanted to avoid him, socks, and yet we're not content to }ahe kept on, and she serenely | think of nothing but socks and darn- M about God, whose voice, Hu: ith |ing-cotton. I'd demand all I could . made the humming in vv | getter T finally settled down eeraph wires. Erik stared, straight rd. They greeted each other with | ples or pressing punts. n, way how-do-you-do to Mr. ADVE to designing frocks or building tem. What if you do drop back? You'll have had the adventure. ward life! Go! You're young, you're NTURES OF THE TWINS Tront of them siooa a nigh yate lighted by a great cat's," | side M which gleamed in the darkness. last the Twins reached thejone else at ali! ~ 80d of the secret ted trom Brownicland In front of were no glow worms in the passage is from the and them | dae lighted by a great |for both of them, “ ch gleamed in the dark- after Kip. M. There And of course they passage |were not afraid. They never, never, he | never were that “We're the Twins,” anawered Nick ‘and we're come Do you know if he is or | within?” Being in Fairyland it sound. no | ed far more fairylike to say “within” ceiling |than just plain ordinary every day | Were in Mr. Pim Pim's do- | “inside.” are you and what do y @ voice, Noiee weemed to come from 8 eye, tut as the eye had mng to it seemingly, a another eye to match ¥en have, it wasn't likely | Pim's Own a voice. All t do was to | . gleam and stare | shall Hdared the Twins to answer. | voice. and Nick were 88d they had been taught When they were spoken Mer if it wan only a voice that 2 mend nothing or | “Kip,” exclaimed the voice in sur. oulprise. “So you're after Kip! But | there! What do I care whether you are after Kip or not? Do you know no|how to play ‘truth’? nd| “¥—um h'm,” nodded Nancy, al- it, | moet, but not quite forgetting Pim ning about saying “yeu,” he| “Weil, then, come inside and we have & game,” went on the Whereupon an ugly little alwaya|gnome stepped out of the shadow to|and opened the gate. to,| The cat's eye blinked solemnly, (To Be Continued) no! (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star We can’t all be artists—my. } Don't be too meek to-| | God! And 1 don't know enough. Do you get it? Do you understand? De you un | “Yen” | “And so— But here's what both ers me: I Ike fabries: dinky thing» like that; little drawings and elegant / But look over there at those fields, Bigt New! Don't it seem | kind of a shame to leave this and | Ro back to the East and Europe, and do what all those people have been | doing ‘so long? Being careful about words, when there's Inillions of bush els of wheat here! Re a this fer low Puter, when I've helped Dad to clear fields!" “It's good to clear fields But it's | not for you. It's one of our favorite American mytha that broad plains hecessarfly make broad minds, and high mountains make high purpose I thought that myself, when I first came to the prairie, ‘Iig—new.’ Ob, | L. don’t want to deny we prairie tu. ture. It will be magnificent. But equally I'm hanged if I want to be | bullied by it, go to war on behalf lof Main Street, be bullied and bullied }by the faith that the future ia al | ready here in the present, and that fall of us must stay and, worship! wheat.stacks and insist that this is ‘God's Country'—and never, of course, do anything original or gay- | colored that would help to make that future! Anyway, you don't belong here, Sam Clark and Hicks | that's what our big newness has pro |duced. Go! Before it's too late, as jit has been for—for some of us | Young man, go East and grow up with the revolution! Then perhaps you may come back and tell Sam and Nat and me what to do with the land we've been clesring—if we'll | listen—it we don’t lynch you first!*! He looked at her reverently. She could hear him saying, “I've always | wanted to know a woman who would talk to me like that.” _ A VPLS ISS SOE EPI ESS TDS Her hearing was faulty. He was! tI eng eoaee ee te a ame Ca saying: | + By Mabel Cleland _» “Why aren't you happy with your | * oo iF T'S A SOOO OWE IT WON'T BE RUINED BY You STUMBLING THROUGH IT REPEATING EvERY OTHGSR SENTEACGE 4 COUPLES OF TINGS ANCE MISPRONOUNCING ALL THE WORDT Of MORG THAN ONS SYLLABLE II! ‘at | husband? “[-—you—" | “He doesn't care tor the ‘blessed * |innocent’ part of you, does ine j “frik, you mustn't—" | | “First you tell me to gg and be free, and then you way that I ‘mustn’t'!” | | He glowered at her like a downy young owl, She wasn't sure but #he| |thought that he muttered, “I'm damned I will.” She considered with wholesome fear the perils of meddling with other people's des tinies, and she said timidly dn’t | we better starteback now?" | He mused, “You're younger than Tam. Your lips are for songs about | rivers in the morning and lakes at, | twilight. I don’t see how anybody leoulf ever nurt.you.. . Yes. We | better go.” | | He trudged beside her, his eyes javerted Hugh experimentally took jhis thumb. He looked down at the baby seriously. He burst out, “All right. I'll do it. I’ll#tay here one lyear. Save. Not spend so much money on clothes. And then I'll go East, to art*chool. Work’ on the tailor*shop, dressmaker's, I'll learn what I'm good for: designing | lelothes, stage-settings, illustrating, | or selling collars to fat men, All nettle: He pecred at her, unsmil. ing ‘Can you stand it here in town for a year?” “with you to look at?” “Please! I mean: Don’t the people here think you're an odd bird? (They | T assure . know. never notice much. Oh, they do kid me about not being in the army—especially the old |warhorses, the old men that aren't | going themselv And this Bogart | | boy. And Mr. Hicks’ son—he'e a} |horrible brat. But probably he's | licensed to say what he thinks about his father’s hired man _ Tw) Jno men doe oon mamma te a Ran nem | “He's beastly | ‘They were in town. They passed. Aunt Bessie’s house, Aunt Bessie and Mra. Hogart were at the window, | good friends. And 1 talked to him lind Carol saw that they were star. (for a while, I'd heard he was eccen- \Taw #o intently that they answered |tric, but really, I found him quite | her wwve only with the stiffly raised |intelligent. Crude, but he reads— hands of automatons, In the next)reads almost the way Dr. Westlake block Mra. Dr. Westlake was gaping | does.” trem her porch, Carol said with an| ‘That's fine, Why does he stick embarrassed quaver here in town? What's this I hear “ft want to run in and see Mrs, |about his being interested in Myrtle V'll say good-by here.” |Cass?” She avoided his eves “{ don’t know. Is he? I'm gure ‘fee, Westlake was affable, Carol|he isn't! He said he was quite lone ltelt that she was expected to ex-|ly! Reuldes, Myrtle is a bube “tn | ' while * —<$—$————— = THE COLT “I held tight to his hand as I too looked and I found it hard not to cry out, for there—its long, yellow body stretched along a limb of the tree, its great tail twitching, twitching, and its yel- low eyes gleaming thru half-closed lids, was the cougur crouched ready to spring. At almost any other time either my father or my brothers would have had a “We could not see anything,” continued the Little-Lady.With- White-Curls, “to make the colt ery out like that “The air was soft and warm | and there was that deep hush| over the world which come only country Sunday/ afternoons when the sun is just! dropping behind the tree tops.| Father walked over to the fence| and he and the boys watched a/ €Un, and all being ‘good shots,’ moment any of them| the great beast would have been epoke | shot for his boldness in daring to “The colt ran a few stepa,| C°Me Prowling about before dark, whinnied again, stopped and «stood | PUt It was Sunday, and the guns trembling as if he were terribly| WeT® Put away in the house. afraid of something. He seemed| “Nobody moved, nobody talked, not to see us, and, watching him,| ¥® #004 and waited. Only the we could not at all see what| Httle made, frightened, dis- Tie ‘hie treased noises in’ its throat and “Presently father whispered to| lifted its head and sniffed the air, 77 iho and they al] “Then slowly, with little jerky “looked quickly upward, their eyes! Movements, the great cat turned seeming to focus on a tree just | t# head. outside the fence and about halt] “He's seen It, boys,’ father way between the trembling colt| #!4. he knew the little colt was doomed for he couldn't risk a fight and us. “Don't with a beast which measured eight feet from his head to the Up of his tail, not when he had three children with him and only his bare“hands for weapons,” seems to on before colt boys “1 don't father said quietly. I noticed that his voice shook @ little, ‘and keep your eyes | fixed on it steadily,’ move,’ such 1 The need of explaining Erik dragged her back into doubting. For all his ardent reading, and bis ardent life, was he anything but a small. town youth bred on an illiberal farm. and in cheap tailor shops? He had rough hands, She had been attracted only by hands that were fine and suave, like those of her father, Deli- | cate hands and resolute purpose. But this boy--powerful seamed hands and flabby will. “It's not appealing weakness like whe was mentally | arms hie, but sane strength that will ani that she'd be hanged if} wenty-one if she’s a day! mate the Gopher Prairies. Only— «he was explaining: “Well— Is the doctor going to|Doo# that mean anything? Or am 1 Valborg boy'do apy bunting this fall?” echoing Vida? The world has always up the track, They becam: Wentlake. and asserting | explain “Hugh captured that | plain ARE ALWAYS SO EXACT ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE. DID You TRY7To PUT ON WITHOUT THE AID OF A MIRROR, OR’ DID MRS. HARRIS TE (rT 2 * Hen PECK HARRIS IS BETWEEN TWO FIRES == DEFECTS HIMSELF, ' MISS FISHER!! “A ALEXANDER, COME AWAY FROM THAT WOMAN THIS “| RAILROAD CROSSING ] TO 4M Now! WWSTANT, AND GET THAT Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1821, Seattle Star) “Stand still! speak! Don't turn your head!" I couldn't imagine what had hap-| | pened, but I obeyed Jimmy as if he} had been born to command me. In| & minute he issued another order: | | “Get me @ big club And acme} | rocks?" | 1 turned. With @ forked branch, Jimmy was holding down the head of @ serpent | philosophy about the harmless mili janake, I hada horror of the genus. | And I shail never in my life get rid| of the picture of Jimmy Alcott hold- | ing down that writhing serpent, | stoically, heroically, while I found a} club for him and the stones. | I couldn't run for help, 1 couldn't | saved himself as well as me from | the poisoned fangs. aN | ‘The whole scefie came back to fhe, | “a vision,” while Bobby, the electri- | cian, talked to me at the table in the | | studio restaurant. In the midst of the gay crowd making love, false love, mock love, | counterfeit love, or comparing hooch formulas, or boasting about bets, 1| distant day. | Jimary and I had shared that one | unforgetable adventure, and more than one very happy hour. If he} hadn't killed that rattler, as Jimmy, | I would not have been there to watch him, as Dick, telling g joke vwo| Ginette, and wanting him, with a big | come and talk te ie! | 1 couldn't imagine why he was s0| unreasonable and illogical. Never a word about the old time. ‘Never an inquiry about Motherdear who had | been #0 nice to him. Was Dick cruel? ters he played? Like the charac- | Qr did he honestly leave him until I was suro he ,.had| prefer a girl like Ginette to a girl tions. like me? | From that time, T encouraged Rose ; to gossip in my room, In no other | way could I hear about Dick. Rose always knew what the men of the company were (ulking about. She had the news from Henry Lar- kin, her husband. The latest news had amazed the most ennuied actor Cissy had quit gambling! He had| Don't move! Don't; considered the cool beauty of that| passed up the old betting bunch. Some of the meh joined with Ginette in classing him as a piker, But Rose said that when It came to a good time, Dick: Barnes was no better than Cissy. If the whole com- pany was like those two, it sure would be a dull bunch.. The men averred that if Cissy kept on be having and reforming, he'd be made | CHAPTER XXV—JIMMY’S ATTITUDE PUZZLES ME | | In spite of my pretty |hurt-at my heart, wenang him to!a star pretty soon. “And Cissy ought to get married. But who would he marry? And Dick Barnes was another confirmed bachelor, He had been heard: to say that he never would marry one of McMasters’ stars. Rose, who was a whiz at imita- used her husband's voice, then Cissy’s, then Dick's and made me laugh, and then went away leaving me in a most, uncomfort- able state of mind. So Dick Barnes would not marry |a girl who had been made a star lby MeMasers. What reason had he for making such an utterly ridiculous vow? (To Be Continued) let ‘strong’ statesmen and soldiers— the men with strong voices—take control, and what have the thunde ing boobies done? What Is ‘strength “This classifying of people! I sup: pose tailors differ as much as burg lars or kings. “Erik frightened me when he turned on me, Of course he didn't mean anything, but 1 mustn't let him be so personal. “Amasing impertinence! “But he didn’t mean to be. “His hands are firm. I wonder if sculptors don’t have thick hands, too? “Of course if there really is any- thing I can do to help the boy— “Tho I despise these people who interfere. He must be independent.” (Continued Tomorrow) Fandango was derived by the Span: rdy from a” Moorish dance, Bees place their honey in the cool- est place in the hive. Mother, bring nome some ¢ “Bayer” on Genuine Aspirin—say “Bayer” Warning! 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