The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 3, 1921, Page 11

F SATURDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1921, < PITT iter iti MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. eee Pe (Continued From Yesterday) let myself look tabby She nee new clothes, Kenni I want to chuck every atiteh 1 ott had promixed, “We'll have a/ OWN. Black hair and pale cheeks good trip down to the Cities in the | they'd go with a Spanish dancer's fal and take plenty of time for it, | Costume—rose behind my ear, scar and you can get y new gladrags | let mantilla over one shoulder, the then,” But she examined her | other bare.” watdrobe she flung her ancient black he seized the rouge sponge velvet frock on the floor and raged, | 4aubed her cheeks, scratched at her They're «li eful. Everything [| MPs with the vermilion pencil until they stung, tore open her collar, She have be failing to p' There was a new 1 with her thin arms in the at of the fandango. Shb dropped ne dressmaker and nn Utud malgeet, 8 Mrs. Gwiftwatte. It was! inom sharply. She shook her head said that she was not « her “A laty heart doesn't dance,” she said elevating influence in the way she © flushed as she fastened her at men; thatushe would as| i" 0 von take away & menity Snore At least I'm much more graceful Prtaied husband as not; that if there} nay Fern Mullins Wesaay Mr, Swittwaite, “it certainly | “«ieavens! When I came here Wee strange that nobody seemed to! rom the Cities, girla imitated me. know anything about But she’ Now I'm trying to imitate a city had made for Rita Kd an organdy frock and hat to match universally admitted to “too cunning for words,” and the matrons went’ cau tiously, with darting eyes and exces. | sive politeness, to the rooms which Mra’ Swiftwaite had taken in the old Luke Dawson house, on Floral Avenue. With none of the spiritual aration which pormally preced Duying of new clothes in Gopher Prairie, Carol marched into Mrs. Swiftwaite’s, and demanded, “It want to see a hat, and possibly a blouse."! «7 don't think the doctor can go.” In the dingy old front parlor which | sedatety. “He said something about he had tried to make smart with 4) having to make a country call this jase, covers from fashion Mag: | arternoon, Byt I'd love to CHAPTER XXX Fern Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in Sep tember and shrieked at Carol School next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested, Let's get up a pienic down the igke for this afternoon Won't you come, Mrs, Kennicott and the doctor? ‘Cy Bogart wants to go—-he's a brat but he’s lively i} prep. the anemic French prints, Mrs, / ‘that's dandy! Who can we get?” Swiftwaite moved smoothly among Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. the dressdummies and hat-rests,)/sne’s been so nice And maybe email Mack and red turban. pure the lady will find tremely attractive.” “TL am | store," this ex-| “How about Erik Valborg? | think he's got low more style than “Tte dreadfully tabby and small-| these town boys. You like him all towny,” thought Carol, while she! right, don’t you?” soothed, “I don’t believe it quite goes} So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik. with me.” Cy Bogart and the Dyers was not “It's the choicest thing I have,/ only moral but inevitabie, and I'm sure fou'll find it suits you! ‘They dreve to the birch grove on beautifully. It has @ great deal of the south shore of Lake Minnie chic. Please try it on,” said Mrs.|mashie. Dave Dyer was his most Swiftwaite, more smoothly than ever.| ciownish self, He yelped, jigged. Carol fudied the woman. Sh¢/ wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant Was as imitative as a glass diamond.| down Fern’s back, and when they She was the more rustic in her effort | went swimming (the womén modestly to Appear urban. She wore a severe | changing in the car with the aide cur high-collared biouse with a row of! tains up, the men undressing behind ‘small black buttons, which was be bushes, constantly repeating, coming to her low-breasted slim neat *, hope we don't run into poison ness, but her skirt was hysterically jivy™), Dave splashed water on them checkered, her cheeks were too high- and dived to clutch his wife's ankle ly rouged, her lips too sharply pen- He infected the others. Erik gave ciled. She was magnificently a speck Jan imitation of the Greek dancers he Men of the illiterate divdreee of forty} had seen in vaudeville, and wheo on Rad to look thirty, clever, and | they sat down to pienic supper spread on 4 laprobe on the grass, Cy While she waa trying on the hat/ climbed a tree to throw,acorns at Carol feit very condescending. She! them. took it off, shook her — explain! But Carol could not frolic, with the kind smile for inferiors,; she had made herself young, with “Cm afraid it won't do, tho it's un-| parted hair, sailor blouse and large weualiy nice for so small a town a5) biue bow, white canv&s shoes and ane short linen skirt. Her mirror had jasserted that she looked exactly as |she bad in college, that her throat was amooth, her collar-bone not very noticeable. But she was under re- | straint. When they swam she en- | Joyed the freshness of the water but she was irritated by Cy's tricks, by Carot was polite. and! Dave's excessive good spirits. She ; and went home unhap-| admired Erik's dance; he could never wondering whether@betray bad taste, as Cy did, and airs were as laughable 4) Dave. She waited for him to come ite's. She put on the/to her, He did not come. By his which Kennicott had re-| joyousness he had apparently en- to her for reading. and/ geared himself to the Dyers, Maud over a grocery bill. She went | watched him and. after supper, cried up to her room. to heremir-/to him, “Come sit down beside me, She was in a mood of self) hadsboy! Carol winced at his will- depreciation. Accurately or not, this | ingness to be a bad boy and come the picture she saw in the mir. |very stimulating game in which Neat rimless eyegiasses. Black | Maud. Dave, and Cy snatched slices clumsily tucked under a Mauve of cold tongue from one another's hat which would have suited| plates. Maud, it seemed, whs slight spinster. mur sor reer gece bl dizzy from the swim. She re Rose. Gentle mou ehin.| marked publicly, “Dr. Kennicott has Modest voile blouse with an edg-| helped me so much by putting me ‘of lace at the neck. A virginal/on a diet,” but it was to Erik alone and timorousness—no flare| that she gave the complete version gaiety, no suggestion of cities, }of her peculiarity in being so #sensi- | tive, #0 easily hurt wy the slightest | cross word, that she simply had to mn Soong 2g ompalmmocad have nice cheery friends. eet ‘The Village gg Erik was nice and cheery. it's really absolutely New. “Well, t—" “You see, I know my New York @tyles. I lived in New York for besides almost a year in H ? i FE He i ae ilage virtuousness, My hair—| Carol assured herwelf, “Whatever fist ecrambled together. What can|faults I may have, I certainly Erik see in that wedded spinster | couldn't ever be jealous. I do like there? He does like me! Because | Maud: she's always so pleasant. But} T’'m the only woman who's decent|I wonder if she isn't just a bit fond to him! How long before he'll wake jof fishing for mens mpathy? up to me? .. . I've waked up to| Playing with Erik, and her married L . .. Am I as cld as—as|-—Well-- But she looks at him in old as I am? that janguisning, swooning, mid-Vic “Not really old. Become careless. torian way. Disgusting!’ ery Sess on HE, TWINS “CROOKABONE” | “I beg your pardon,” she began again, you waiting.” Nancy sat in the middle of a} Queer circle, for all “I didn't mean to Nancy started. “Oh, y—" she was except Nick |#bout to suy, when Nick put a warn- a jing finger to bis lips. She had al ere ugly, misshapen gnom: | most sald the forbidden word. “I ery age over a hundred years.!teg your pardon,” she began airy When a gnome is born, you know,| “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting Nels already a hundred years old|How many questions may 1 ask 494 #0, of course, quite grown up. SBA couldn't help wishing that they |the gnome, whone name wan Crook Wouldn't stare so, for they wer@/abone, “only you must stop when Dering at her with unblinking, gro-| someone tells yoy an untruth. Then eyes. “But then,” she|he must pay you a forfeit, I'll be i, “it is just what one may | judge later on and impose penalties | No doubt they've had no|for fibbing.”’ o Ming up at all and have never | y smiled approvingly. “I'm told that it is rude to stare at mu think #0 much of truth m “” Self-invited company to | telling.” she said. “It's the most im. be Sure, she and Nick were, but com-| portant thing in the world.” “Oh, as for that,” answered little gnome who had opened |Crookabone, “this isn’t the world. the Bate nodded at her finally when | ‘This ix Fairyland and with us it in he'd waited wetted, and Nancy, |a matter of wits. We tell the truth be. 4 With her thoughts, hadn't said | without telling anything at all.” hale “Why don’t you begin?’! “What a queer speech!’ thought #poke smoothly as she took up 4%) Dave, if he could get away from the nd sit, at his enjoyment of a not} jhand confidently | twilight | Linden leaves fluttered about them “A& many a8 you like,” answered | 2 GOOD MORNING, MRS. DUFF! A LETTER ADDRESSED To ‘YOU WAS LEFT BY MISTAKE IN OUR BOY THIS MORNING” IF YOU ARE DOWN THIS WAY STOP IN = eee ee ™ JANK You T DON'T KNow- T NEVER Saw Wim Bros « / eeren Cy Bogart lay between the roots | of @ big bireh, smoking his pipe amd | teasing Fern, assuring her that a week from now, when he was again a higheechool boy and she his teach er, be'd wink at her in class, Maud | Dyer wanted Erik to “come down | to the beach to see the darling little |minnies.” Carol was left to Dave, | who tried to entertain her with hu Morous accounts of Ella Stowbody'» | fondness for chocolate peppermints She watched Maud Dyer put bi |hand on Erik's shoulder @ steady | herwelf, . “Dierusting™ she thought. Cy Bogart covered Fern's nervou [hand with his red paw, and when she d with halfanger and “Lat go, I tell youl he grinned and waved his pipe—a gang ling twenty yearold satyr | “Disgusting! | When Maud ond Ertk returned and lthe ping shifted, Erik muttered Jat Carol, “There's a boat on shore. | Let's skip off and have a row” “What will they think?” she wor iried. She saw Maud Dyer peer at | Erik with moist, possessive eyes “Yea! Let's!” she said. ' | She cried to the party, with the jeanonical amount of eprightliness, “Good-by, everybody. | you from China." ‘ | Aa the rhythmic oars plopped and |creaked, as she floated on an un |Feality of delicate gray over which | the sunset was poured out thin, the [irritation of Cy and Maud slipped | away. Erik smiled #¢ her proudly. | She considered him—coatiens, in white thin shirt. She was conscious of hia male differentness, of his fat | masculine sides, his thin thighs, his easy rowing. They talked of the it brary, of the movies. He hummed jand she softly sang “Swing Low | Sweet Chariot.” A breeze shivered The wrinkled We'll wireless acrons the agate lake. water was like armor damascened and polished. The breeze flowed round the boat in a chill current Carol drew the collar of her middy blouse over her bare throat. “Getting cold. Afraid well have! |to go back,” she said. “Let's not go back to them yet. They'll be cutting up, Let's keep! | along the shore.” “But you enjoy the ‘cutting up? Maud and you had a beautiful time.” “Why! We just walked on the shore and talked about fishing!" She was relieved, and apologetic to her friend Maud. “Of course. I was joking.” } | “I'l tell yout Let's land here and sit on the ehore—that bunch of hazel- | brush “Will shelter ux from the wind —and watch the sunset. It's ike! |melted lead. Just a short while! We don’t want to go back and listen to them!* “No, but She said nothing while he sped ashore. ‘The keel clashed on the stones, He stood on the forward seat, holding out his hand. They were alone, in the ri; ple-lapping silence. She rose slowly slowly stepped over the water in the bottom of the old boat. She took his Unspeaking they on a bleached log, in a runset which hinted of autumn. | | “I wish— Are you cold now?” he whispered. | “A little.” She shivered. But it! was not with cold. | “I wish we could curl up in the leaves there, covered all up, and lie looking out at the dark.” } “1 wish we could.” As tho it was| comfortably understood that he did not n to be taken seriously. “Like what all the poets say—| brown nymph and faun.” “No, I can't be a nymph any more. Too old— Erik, am I old? Am I faded and small-towny?" | “Why, you're the youngest— Your eyes are like a girl's, They're so—| well, I mean, like you believed every: | thing. Even if you do teach me, I feel a thousand years older than you, | instead of maybe a year younger.” | Four or five years youn, “Anyway, your eyes are so innocent | and your cheeks #0 soft Damn it, | it makes me want to cry, somehow, you're #0 defenseless: and I want} to protect you and— There's nothing to protect yeu against!” I young? Am I? Honestly? She betrayed for a moment the childish, mock-imploring tone that comes into the voice of the most serious woman when an agreeable man treats her as a girl; the childish tone and childish pursed-up lips and shy lift of the cheek, “Yes, you are! “Would you really like to curl in| h by overhead?” | re c d. “Don't you know how | Nancy. ty, “truth?” You told me you thie passage,” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921 Seatue Stan “| think it's rather better to be sitting here!” with hers, “And— Erik, we must go back.” | “Why? HM the history of social custom we ran away the simple. “You're dear to believe it, WIl—/arm, She did not resist, She did rik!” not care, He was neither a peasant ‘Will you play with me? A lot?” |tailor, a potential artist, a social Perhap lcomplication, nor a peril, He was the leaves and watch the stars swing | ality flowing from him, she was un- she caught a new view of his head; He twined his fingers | the last light brought out the planes | ¢ of hig neek, his flat ruddied cheeks, the side of his nose, the depression of his temples. “It's somewhat late to outline all easy lovers but as companions they THE SEATTLE STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFFS | SHOULD HAVE ASKED HER WHAT THE POSTMARK WAS~ OW WELL, ILL GET IT IF 1 GO OUT THIS AFTERNOON ~ BUT STILL~ | WONDER WHO IT'S FROM~ LET'S SEE ~ WHY DONT Va HERCULES ASK HIM iS E eo wr e ff / s y NO, 31R, t HAYS ALL THE INSURANCE LT CAN AVFOCTRD TO L RAVE A POLICY, TOO, GECECT THAT WHEN Her Curiosity Was Satisfied IT MIGHT BE SOMETHING IMPORTANT - GUESS I'D BETTER GET IT - SHOOT, LL HAVE TO DRESS AND EVERY- THING | BY CONDO BT, MR. TRUS, TMS FOLICY Wwe ARe OFFERING AND AN INSISTENT BIRD UKE WU WON'T TAKS “NO” FOR AN ANSWER THEN HE'LE HAVE TO TAKE WHATEGVSGR 1% CAN ar ail » aK \ FIND WING ar. 0 OF az - abel _C DON: x ttle 2: Page 537 NANCY “Trains,” Mra Washburn went, train he was more jonely than on with the story of the wood-| ever. chopper in the forest, “are such common things that you scarcely j look at one when it passes, But trains 60 years ago were wonder things Oregon, and when it was time for the noisy little en- sine with its combination train of freight cars, passenger coach «nd | caboose, to puff into a station, | everybody in town who wasn’t | too busy was down at the little wooden station to see it, “So the wood.chopper was there and he saw the train come in| and he saw people getting off by | twos and threes and he saw peo- ple greeting their friends, and last of all be saw the lone little old| woman climb down all by herself, | for the little old woman was old and poor like the wood-chopper. So when he went back to hig hut to get his lonely supper be- | fore the meeting he thought much about the jJittle old woman | avery day while the meetings | lasted at the little church the wood-chopper saw Nancy, (that! was the little old woman's name)| and every day he spoke to her, and when the meetings were over | and Nancy didn't come on the “L know. We rust. Are you glad “Yes.” She was quiet, perfectly But she rose. B He circled her waist with a brusque imaelf, and in him, in the person sanoningly content, In his nearness Not a8 coy or un- ' rowed: robbed of your kingdom. it! courses in drawing—they mayn't be any good in themselves, but make you try td draw and—" “So, one day he got a pen and some paper and Ink and sat down and wrote Nancy a letter, “You are lonesome in your hut in the woods,’ he wrote, ‘and I am lonesome in mine, children are all married and gone I have children, Why don’t you come and live here with me and be my “wife, and then neither of us will be lonesome any ‘more “But Nancy wrote back: ‘Next month is Thanksgiving time, s0 I cannot come for I have chick ens in my yard, and one rooster 1 have fattened and tended, so that I may have a feast for my Thanksgiving dinner.’ “"Thet,’ wrote back the wood- chopper, ‘matters not at all, for I, too, would like a feast for Thanksgiving and you ean come to my hut and bring your chick- ens and your rooster and we will feast together.’ ‘So the wood-chopper came to my father who he thought was a very rich man and said, ‘I wrote a letter to Nancy, I want to marry her, but she says she can- not come because she has a roos- ter for Thanksgiving.’ ” (To Be Continued) here Your and no TT — eed walked to the boat, and he lifted her up on the prow, She began to talk intently, as he Erik, you've got to work! You ought to be a personage, You're Fight for ‘Take one of these correspondence theyll As they reached the picnic ground she perceived that it was dark, that they had been gone for a long time. What will they say?” she won Jered. ‘The others greeted them with the inevitable storm of humor and slight | vexation: think you've been?* “Where the deuce do you “You're w fino THEY LiVE FARTHER THAN | THOUGHT ~ IT MIGHT BE FROM MOTHER-| HOPE NOTHING HAS HAPPENED- BUT THEY’D WIRE ~ A. Man of Mystery WELL, WHAT DOES” YOUR MOM CALL YOU, WHEN SHE WANTS | “You silly child! of his own stars?" dear was annoyed. “No, I do not! I only said it re “It was written by an unbalanced egotist!’ This comment came from | Mvtherdear, “Only—a maniac—could continue to shower these intense episties upon so cohl and unrespon- sive a recipient. Now, Miss Both- | well, do not reply to any more o them. But you'd better file them. | And let me see all of them, if more |come in.* THE OLD HOME TOW Confessions of a pose McMasters would persecute one H Plainly, Mother: | | Motherdear flipped the letter aside | as if it really didn’t disturb her, but | sotherdear’s comment. |I could see that she was awfully up- |set about something. mind from my persecutor, I contin |ued to talk about the producer: | |isn't he, Motherdear?” “Why shouldn't he be? Are you not helping him to pile up his mil jlions? If he had no popular ac- |tors, where would hist profits come NO THANKS, | WON'T COME IN ‘THIS MORNING~ I" VERY MUCH OBLIGED TO You,MRS LEE - THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE IMPORTANT PAGE 11 BY ALLMAN (Copyright, 1921, Seat CHAPTER XXVII—I COMPARE SOME HANDWRITING You don’t sup-|straight from MeMasters’ gardens.) gas right away! Miss Bothwell con. came in to congratulate me about | cluded the conversation with that — ‘Love in Leash’ and he said he had selected the flowers himself. And 4 jcontribution, then departed to the [here's a note from him, one he left | Postoffice with a huge bundle of an= sembles McMasters’ peculiar style.” | today with my maid.” 1 took the note from my hand- bag and gave it to Motherdear, “He writes that I haven't more than started—you see? And that in a few months more I'll be @ whiz!” |1 laughed excitedly, ! was utterly absurd to think that MeMasters, a big man in one of the biggest industries of the time, should write so—to a little girl like me! “Let's hope he's a prophet! was joodness me! It's just like a To take her chapter tn a fairy tale! I confided “If V'@ known when | to Motherdear. 1 started in the movies where I was “MoMasters is so kind to me, now | headed for and how soon I was go- I'd have. been much | ing to arrive, too frightened to start!” And that was sincere enough. “Now it's a good deal like being up in an airplane without a landing swers to my fans. Bs Motherdear went into conference | with the cook. } It ocgurred to-me to compare the writing we had called “disguised” jwith the letter I had received from MoMasters, There was the same |Peouliar quaver in the down strokes, jnot made by the shaking of a hand unaccustomed to the pen, but as an |intentionally decorative feature. Also there was @ habit of underlining the “u" and overtining the “n." Mo Masters had once been a reporter, After 10 years of press service, he decided that he wanted to make @ million, which he never could do om & newspaper. So he tried various angles of the movies and eventually. became one of the big producers of the time. Whether the public approvell of jhis private character or not was not |one of MeMasters’ worries, | They liked his pictures. That was jenough\ for him. (To Be Continued) Carol was embarrassed. Once Cy winked at her. That Cy, the Peeping Tom of the garage-loft, should con- sider her a fellow-sinner— She was \furious and frightened and exultant by turn¢, and,in all her moods cer. |tain*that Kennicott would read her adventuring in her face. She came into the house awkward- ly defiant. Her husband, half asleep under the lamp, greeted her, “Well, well, have nice time?” She could not answer. He looked at her But his look did not sharpen, ing the old “Wellllllly guess, it’s about time to turn in.” That was ail Yet she was not glad. She was almost disappointed. (Continued Monday) Girls Disappear; Police Are Puzzled NOME, Dec, 3.— The of several girls belonging to wellto-do middle-class families is puzzling the police. 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