The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 2, 1921, Page 15

had that It proved that apolis ament (Continued From Yesterday) It She wasn't altogether pleased, the r week after, when Erik was inde 7 pendent and, without asking for e her inspiration, planned the tennis |¢ 4 = ed to play in Mint ext to Juanita Haydock, had |and grunted, “I don't know a thing the best serve in town, Tennis was/about ft, Coming, C ; P well spoken of im Gopher Prairteand| “I am not! ‘The match almost never played. There wore|be here, and tt will be here! You three courts: one belonging to Marry }can tell Harry Hagdock that he's Haydock, one to the cottages at the | beastly rude! © Tallied the five | lake, and one, a rough field on the} who had been t out, who would) outskirts, laid out by @ defunct ten Ris association. Brik had been seen In Mannels and g ‘an imitation panama hat, playing on the abandoned court with Willis! Woodford, the clerk in Stowbody’s | ¥ Dank. Suddenty he was going about proposing the reorganization of the tennis association, and writing names mm a iS-cent notebook bought for the purpose at Dyer’s, When he came to Carol be was so excited over Deing an organizer that he did not stop to talk of himself and Aubrey Reardsley for more than ten min. | utes. He bdegeed, “Will you get! gome of the folks to come in?” and ghe nodded agreeably, He proposed an informal exhtbttton | match to advertise the association; he suggested that Caro! and himeelf, | the Haydocks, the Woodfords, and} the Dillons play doubles, and that the association be formed from the | gathered enthusiasts. He had asked | Harry Haydock to be tentative presi | | @ent. Harry, he reported, had prom. | feed, “All right. You bet. But you} ygo ahead and arrange things, and I'll ©. K. ‘em." Erik planned that the match should be held Saturday after-} * noon, on the old public court at the! ” edge of town. He was happy in be tng, for the first time, part of Go pher Prairie. ' ‘Thru the week Caro! heard how Had he any objections to her play fag with Erik? ; sure not; she needed the exer. * Carol went to the match earty. The - was in a meadow out on the WNew Antonia road. Only Ertk was/ there. He was dashing about with is rake, trying to make the court ‘gomewhat less like a plowed field. _ {He admitted that he had stagefrient “}at the thought of the coming horde. Swims and Mrs. Woodford arrived. Willis in home-made knickers and © Black sneakers thru at the toe; the Dr. and Mrs. Harvey Dillon, people! ge harmless and grateful as the ‘Woodfords. Carol was embarrassed and exces | _ tatvely agreeable, like the bishop's | | indy trying not to feel out of place | _" at a Baptist bazaar. ‘They waited. ‘The match was schetuied for three. | As spectators there assembied one youthful grocery clerk, stopping bis | Gelivery wagon to stare from the seat, and one solemm «mall bey, tugging a smaller sister who had a nose, | “I wonder where the Haydocks Bre? They ought to show up, at Meast,” said Erik. Carol smiled confidently at him. and peered down the empty road Only heat-waves and weeds. | Gisilustoned manner way. The smafl boy) ate grass and sighed. pretended to be ex- Practicing servies, but i i here. The bunch | now: Haydocks and Clarks and everybody. ‘wanted to know ff I'd bring down instead there i i E “So you like to play ‘tru ~ When I told you that the “Land of Underneath” was a beautiful “place, I forgot about Gnome village. | Gnome village was not beautiful—it| ‘was ugty. The streeta were narrow | and hilly and dark; the houses were | © Bsly and crooked and mean, andthe Ghomes themselves weéré far from! ely. The Twinssthought they had | rer neen such bong, long noses any- [where before in their lives. They | ‘" q to find Kip right away, if) they could, and return at once to “Brownicland to help Mr, Pim. Pim. ey had almost forgotten about the tle fellow who had unlocked the and jet them in. But his rough little voice remind- them now. “So you like to play th,’ eh?’ he was saying, and Nancy remembered that he had d them about it when they were ill in the passage. Some other gnornes came crowding curious to see the strangers, but | had also heard the word “truth” that meant fun, Not that they The Story of Carol Kennicott BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hows, Ina always be left out ' ~| not jollied him along. cranked his Ford, glared }a cigar. ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS ry Seecccccccoccoocece you down, I guens I ean take the Ume-—come right back after supper.” | Before Carol could sum tt all up Frik stammered, “Why, Haydock didn't say anything to me about the hange. Of course he's the president, but—* ‘ Kenntoott looked at him heavily “Come on! We'll toss to see which four of us play the Only and Original First Anpual Tennis Tournament of Forest Hills, Del Monte, and Gopher Prairte!* “Don't know as I blame you,” said Kennicott. “We'll have supper at home then? He drove off. She hated him for his composure. He had ruined her defiance, She felt much leas Ike Susan FB. thony as she turned to her huddled followers. Mra. Diflon and Willis Woodford lost the toss. The others played out the game, slowly, painfully, stum dling on the rough earth, muffing the easiest shots, watched only by the small boy and his eniveting sis ter. Beyond the court stretched the eternal stubble-fields. The four marionettes, awkwardly going thru eweep of contemptuous land, were not heroic; thelr voices did not ring out in the «core, but sounded apolo- getic; and when the game was over they glanced about as tho they were waiting to be laughed at, They walked home Carel took Erik's arm. Thru her thin linen/ sleeve she could feel the crumply warmth of his familiar brown jersey coat purple and red-gold threads inter. woven with the brown. She remem. dered the first time she had seen it Their talk was nothing but. tm Provisations on the theme: “I never did like thin Haydock. He just con- Siders his own convenience.” Ahead of them, the Dillons and Woodfords spoke of the weather and B. J Gougerting’s new bungalow. No one referred to their tennis tournament. At her gate Carol shook hands firmly with Erik and smiled at him. Next morning, Sunday morning, when Carol was on the porch, the Haydocks drove up. “We didn’t mean to be rnfe to you, dearie™ implored Juanita. “T woulin’t have you think that for anything, We planned that Win and you should come down and have sup | Per at our cottage.” “No. I'm sure you didnt mean to be.” Carol was super-neighborty. “But I do think you ought to apolo- size to poor Erik Valborg. He was terribly hurt.” “Oh. Valborg. I dont care so much what he thinks,” objected Har. ry. “He's nothing but a conceited buttinsky. Juanita and I kind of fig. ured he was trying te run this ten- nis thing too darn much anyway.” “But you asked him to make ar rangements.” “I know, but I dont Ike him. Good Lord, you couldn't hurt his feelings! He dresses ap like a chorus man—and by golly, he looks like one!—but he’s nothing but a Swede rm boy, and thene foretaners, they all got hides like a covey of rhinoceroses.” “But be is hart? “Well—— I don't suppose I ought to have gone off half-cocked, and TU give him He't}—* Juanita had been Neking her fps and staring at Carol She inter. rupted her husband, “Yea, I do think Harry ought te fix it up with hia. You lke him, don’t you, Carol? Over and thra Carol ran a fright- jened cautiousness. “Like him? I haven't an idea. He seems to be a very decent young man. I just felt that when he'd worked so hard on the plans for the match, ft was @ shame not to be nice to him.” “Maybe there's something to that,” mumbled Harry; then, at sight of Kennicott coming round the corner “What @ you think you're trying to do, Doct™ While Kennicott explained tn de tafl all that he thought he was try- ing to do, while he rubbed his chin and gravely stated, “Struck me the grass was looking kind of brown in th,’ eh?” he was saying liked to teM the truth, dear no, but they liked to hear other folks’ se creta. The first gnome spoke again. yerybody sit down in a circle, we,” So Nancy and Nick and af the gnomes sat down in a circle with their knees croused. Nick thought that perhaps he ought to wish both of them out of that, for it looked like a waste of time to be playing a silly game of “truth” with the gnomes, instead of hunting for Kip, and getting the key to the En- chanted Cupboard that he had stolen from Pim Pim. Poor Mr. Pim Pim back in Brownieland would be wait ing and waiting and waiting, and here they were—! But after all, perhaps it was best to wait a little and be patient. Nick was only a little boy, but he had very good sense, “You begin,” said the first gnome, nodding at Nancy. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) pl An | She observed that there were | 1S THAT FRECKLES AND HIS | patches—ditet know but what Ta| give ft a sprinkling,” and while Har. ry agreed that thin was an exoplien’ idea, Juanita made frtendty noise and, behind the gilt screen of an af fectionate smile, watched Carol's H Iv She wanted to sce Erfk. She want ed some one to play with! There i2% & o fF i ght a sketch for a frock, I was net wel! e@ kind of late. Ett listen! What do you think I"ve done this two weeks? I've read almost clear thrn a Latin frammar, and about 20 pages of Caesar.” | “Splendif! You are tucky. You haven't a teacher to make you arti personality to his volon She was offended and agitated. he turned her shoulder on him, stared thru the back window, stn@ying this typical center of a typical Main Street block, | a vista hidden from casnal strofern. | ‘The backs of the chief estabtish- ments in town surrounded a quad- rangle neglected, dirty, and incom. parably dismal. From the front. Howland & Gould's grocery wns smug enough, but attached to the rear was a lean-to of storm-streaked pine lumber with a sanded tar roof—« stagrering doubtful shed behind which was a heap of ashes, splintered packing-boxes, shreds of excelsior, crumpled straw-board, broken oltve botties, rotten fruit, and utterly dis | Integrated veretabler: orange carrots turning black, and potat with ulcers. The rear of the Bon Ton Store was grim with blistered black-| painted fron shutters, under them a pile of once glory red shirt-bixes, now a putp from recent rain. | An aeen from Main Street, Oleson & McGuire's Meat Market had a ranitary and virtuous expression | with its new tile counter, fresh raw. dust on the floor, and a hanging | veal cut in rosettes. Fut she now | viewed a back room with = home. made refrigerator of yellow smeared | with black grease. A man tn an apron spotted with dry blood was! hoisting out a hard slab of meat. | Behind Billy's Lunch, the cook, tn | | been white, smoked a ptpe and spat | at the pest of sticky flies, In the| | center of the block, by itself, was the |wtable for the three horses of the | drayman, and beside it a pile of| manure ‘The rear of Ezra Stowbody’a bank was whitewashed, and back of It was la concrete walk and a three-foot | square of grass, but the window was barred, and behind the bars she saw Willis Woodford cramped over fig ures in pompous books. his head, jerkily rubbed his eyes, and went back to the eternity of figures. DOINGS OF THE NUFFS WHERE HAVE You BEEN? I'VE HAG DINNER READY FOR Two Hours! To TREAT ME? Yt Uy He rained | tm ‘The backs of the other shops were an impressionistic pleture of dirty grays, drained browns, writhing ac of refure, “Mine is a backyard romance— ANY WAY th FRIENDS Comst0erR_ I(T IT WAS JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO A BUSINESS MAN THAT CAN'T BE HELPED ! “EVERETT TRUE eejer Baki wUORTH TRE PILICE To, IMPENDING | wee BE BRARNSD IN TIRS CO THE misery It! “Now mpposs” said Bir. ‘Whoehburn, “we toil this story as if it were a firy story, Wouldn't, you Ike that? “We'd Wve i the children agreed. “Tou must promise to vemenr ben, tha, promina,” she urged, “that it happened tm the Oregon! eountry just as ['m telling you when I wae a little girl about as eft as Dawid is now “Once upon « time” she begun, “there lived in the great Srest of Oregan a wood choppen “The man was old, and peer, and very, very lonaty. “When he had finished hip werk, anch day he trudged off tw» hin itis bet In the woods. “ie would walk dven fhe aqrocked street which was no bat ter tham « forest trail, am® when, he sxw children phying about the dors of the little homes or the jog caine or houses tuilt af endur boards, where other settlers @welt im the new country, his heart wenld ache for loneliness, “Now, when the Oregen eoun- try was beginning to be settled up hy white people one of the very Jan apron which must long ago have |, Pere with a journeyman tailor” She wos saved from self-pity aw she besa to think thru Erik's mind. She turned to him with an indignaat be disgusting that this ie all you have to Inok at.” Hie considered it. “Outside there? I don’t netice much, I'm learning ta look inside. Not awful easy!* “Yes. . - « I must be harry As she walled home ?tthent hee rying--ehe remembered her futiver saying to a serious ten-year-old Carel, “Lady, emty « foot thinks hee superior to Denutifwl bindings, but only a doudiedivtiiied foal rends r was Mnisthed, all up and down the line, little towne and villages nnd setLiements besnn to feel connect ed. They could plan for doing things together, celabrations and meetings. and parties, all serts of things, “Wall, a mitister man oame to Sutherlin, Ore, who said, “We need. to get together aml have a Dig meeting. We will send ant wart try ail the, pewpla all an and down the railroad. and. we will get together and tere a big, big meeting in the church,’ “So word went out and all the people came, and when the tan stopped at the litt™ station and all the people had gotten off, Inet of all there stepped down a little old woman with snow-white hair” She was startled by the return of ner ftther, etartied by a sudden con- | wietiam that fn this flaxen boy she had found the gray paticent judge whe was divine lowe, perfect under. stoning. She debated it, tortomly seer thir nothing bat bimdings. It Sounds Like It Should BY CONDO | THE OLD HOME ME SIT HERE ALOWE WHEN You KNEW | WASH'T FEELING VERY WELL~ oy 4 ! = tte WL: Have a Few BY ALLMAN MO, 'M NOT FEELING ALL RIGHT “TOMGHT ! 1 HAVE A COLD OPA emer G TOWN ‘Your SAV SHE’ exe 1T KOT as his reforma-. current jend. But in the studios, war really on account of Cissy’ fan: Rose said. That proved that’ (Clany had a fund dividends, feed deal for me Most of them were! OF PIPE SMOKING) WAS HOPPING MAD TODAY WHEN SHE FOUND SOME JOKER HAD SUPPED A CORNCOB PIPE IN RER HAND BAG Confessions of a Movie Star CHAPTER XXVI—I RECEIVE A STRANGE. LETTER make Cisty aj hampered me when I went shopping: ‘The excitable South Americas was Gtported by the government, tm Motherdear lost porndé. Ir| While he was loose in this coumtry; I ceased to lnugh over the: situa _tten long before it was concluded, of popularity whieh | for it certainly was uncnmy to) be the: producer could. tank om. to pay | the object of an infatuation, to Purmed and never omee to have: a ote glimpse of the pursues, ee f far letters Ned" Gone &/ "it was almost as strange: to- be i coontitrually reminded of the devotion _|of girts and men whem I never-wns to meet; to receive tundrede of} | town's prejudice against Erik. “He's quested. Next the South Amerttan! ‘wrote that he was on his way to this country—and coming Just to call upan met He appointed the time for the interytew! After that, Motherdear: was rest unreasonable, I had no more free dom than a conviet. Never ance was T allowed to go alone an the streets for months, All the men af the company were pledind to guard me at the studios. A private detective } for intrigue. pounds of bonbans at heliday th Quite earty in my career, a letter|ind score-ct houguets weektn gg had come to me from a far corner| To acknowledge these of Brazil. Motherdear, who was my rifts, and to care for the mail which only private secretary at the time | increased tremendously with the re nent: the autographed photograph re) tease of every new paeturea, Mother. dear had to hire an assistant secre Miss Mary Bothwell was middle | aged, practical and romantic atthe same ttmeand ultra-effictent. And she certainly had am instinet Qne day she handed Motirerdear-a fan letter which belonged to a sertes reoeived rmeularty for weeks As Miss Bothwell threw dow: fhe letter, she exploded: ' Miss Bothwell ruined my “Tt look Tike—" she began, then (Copyright, 1921, Seattle, Stag} of silver ty moontight. Pieasent things, amall friendly things, and pleasant plaocs—a. fie! at: goldenread, a pasture by the oreek—and sud- denly a wealth of pleasant people Vida was lenient to Carel at the sur gical<iressing: class; Mra. Dave Dyer flattered her with questions about her health, baby, cook, and opinians on the wan Mra. Dyer-esemed not to share ttre a@ nitelooking fellow; we must have him go on one of our picnics: seme time.” Unexpectedly, Dave Dyer ‘also liked him. The tight-fisted lt. tle fareeur had a confused reverence voted in him. I-Tike-to-think.of ‘hetp-{ have ynwned) over-bread‘and busier ing him to sucered? $ But as.she dusted the Mvingreom:; | tures, and hp.adored the young-aeh _ mended a colartnnd, bathed Hnghy, | ist, who made, castles of chaira;amd she was picturing herself and a, Tugs for him. Beyond these: plage young artist—an Apollo and evastre—buildtng a house In the Berkshires or in Virginia; exuberant! Erik di parfty make up the image — ly buying-a chair with lis ftestitsveck;| fcber-altegether perfect artist: reading poctry together, and fre ‘quently being earnest over- valuable | tentive to Kennicott, when he wanted ‘statistics about labor; tumbling out/te be left alone to read the newe of bed early fora Sunday walk, and| paper. chattering (where Kennicott would bya lake, Hogh wes in her pie times she saw the “things I could — do for -Drik’-and she admitted-that In pante she insisted on being at for anything that seemed to him re fined jever. He answered Harry Haydock's seers, “That's all right now! Iflisabeth may doll himself up too muah, but he's smart, and don’t you forget it? I wae asking round trying te find ont when this: Ukraine) jis, and dum if he didn’t tell me. What's ttre nrattier with his talking so polite? Tinll'’s bells, Marry, no harm it being poltte, ‘Thene’s some regnine hemen that are just as po lite ar women, pretg’ near” Carol found herself going about re joining, “low neighborly the town She drew up with a dismayed, fuling In love with this bey?| monaly tm Snappyomspaghetti: | Bluhill Pimento Cheeso