The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 8, 1921, Page 17

(Starts on Page Six) ot lt up like a White Way ntout to @ roughneck dance, and ey ay" ‘The narrator turned, saw a woman fe and, hot being a common per on for a coarse Workman but a clever saleaman and a householder, owered his voice for the rest of the je, During it the other man tughed hoarsely Carol turned off on a side street and She passed Cy Bogart. He was evatrousty narrating some achieve. a group which included Nat ert Tybee the licks, Del Snaffiin, tender, and A he shyster lawyer older than Cy but they accepted im as one of their own, and en uuraged him to go on Tt was a week before she received Fern a letter of which this was *_. & of course my family did not iy believe the story but ag they re sure I must have done some- hing wrong they just lectured me erally, in fact jawed me till I ive gone to live at a boarding s@, ‘The teachers’ agencies must how the story, man at one almost mmed the door in my face when I mt to ask about a job, & at anoth the woman in charge was beastly Don't know what I will do. Don’t n to feel very well. May marry that’s in love with me, but he's so stupid that he makes me scream. “Dear Mrs. Kennicott you were the only one that believed me. I guess it’s a joke on me, T was stich a simp, T felt quite heroic while I was driving the bugey back that night & keeping Cy away from me. I guess I expect adraire me. I did use to be admired for my athletics at the U—just five months ago.” CHAPTER XXXIIT IT & month which was one sus Moment of doubt she saw only casually, at an Eastern . at the shop, where, in of Nat Hicks, they con. immense particularity he significance of having one r two buttons on the cuff of Ken- Rfcott's New Suit. For the benefit Of beholders they were respectably mired him, loved him. But afraid to summof him. He he @id not Some. She him, and her dis- ‘There were wretched périods when she could not picture hifi, Usually he stood out in her mind in some little moment—giancing up from his preposterous piron, of run ming on the beach with Dave Dyer. But sometimes he had vanished; h Was only an opinion.: She worrted then about his appearance. Weren't his wrists too large and red? Wasn't | his nose a snub, like so many Scan- dinavians? Was he at all the grace- 4 When On a November evening when Ken- ‘nicott was in the country she answered the bell and was confused | to find Erik at the door, stooped. | imploring, his hands in the pockets of his topcoat. As thot he had) been rehearsing his he mm MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. Tennyson O'Hearn, | ‘They were men | ed the people in Gopher Prairie to} |stantly besought } “Saw your husband driving away I've got to see you, 1 can’t stand jit, Come for a walk. I know! Pe: jple might see us, But they won't jit -we hike into the country, I'll wait for you by the elevator, Take as long as you want to-oh, come quick!" “in a few minutes,” She murmured, she promised TU just talk to |come homie." She put on her tweed jcoat and rubber overshoes, consider bers, how clearly their chaperonage proved that she wasn't going to a lovers’ tryst She found him in the shadow of the grain elevator, sulktly kicking at & railof the side-track, As she came toward him she fane that his | whole body expanded. |nothing, nor she: he sleeve, she returned they crossed the found a road, patted her the pat, and railroad tracks, | country. | “Chilly night, but I like this mel ancholy | gray,” he said, “Yea,” They passed a moaning clump of {trees and splashed along the wet jroad. He. tuc side-pocket of his overcoat. caught his thumb and, sighing. jit exactly as Hugh held hers when they went walking, She thought about Hugh. The current maid was in for the evening, but was it safe to leave the baby with her? thought was distant and elusive | Erik began to talk, slowly, reveal ingly. He made for her a picture of jhis work In a large taflor shop tn/ | Minneapolis: the steam and heat, and) the drudgery; the men in darned | vests and crumpled trousers, men | who “rushed growlers of beer” and jwere cynical about women, who laughed at him and played jokes on him. “But IT didn’t mind, because T could keep away from them outside. I used to go to the Art Institute and the Walker Gallery, and tramp clear around Lake Harriet, or hike out to the Gates house and imagine it was « chateau tn Italy and I lived tn it. 1 She was a marquis and collegted tapes | tries—that was after I was wounded in Padua. The only reaily bad time was when a tailor named Finkelfarb found a diary I was trying to keep and he read it aloud in the shop— it was a bad fight.” He taughed. “I got fined five dollars, But that's all gone now. Seems as tho you stand between me and the gas stoves he long flames with mauve edges, Ueking up around the trons and mak. ing that Sed sound all day— aaaaah! Her fingers ‘ghtenea about his thumb as she perceived the hot low room, the pounding of pressing-irons, the reek of scorched cloth, and Erik | among giggiing gnomes. His finger. top crept through the opening of her glove and smoothed her palm. She snatched her hand away, stripped off bes glove, tucked her hand back into He was saying something about « “wonderful person.” In her tran. quility she let the words blow by and heeded only the beating ings of his voice. She was conscious that he was fumbling for impressive speech. h—Carol, I've writter a “That's nice. Let's hear it.’ “Daron it don't be so casual about it! Can't you take me seriously?" “My dear boy, if I took you ser- fously———!_ 1 don’t want us to be hurt more than—more than we will be. Tell me the poem. I've never had a poem written about me! “It tant really a poem. It's just ‘words that I love beenunp it seems to me they catch what you are. Of course probably they won't seem #0 to anybody ise, but—— Wel— Little and tender and merry and wise With eyes that meet my eyes “Do you get the idea the way I ;\ dor" “Yet I'm terribly gratefull and she was grateful—while she imper- sonally noted how bad a verse it was. She was aware of the haggard beauty in the lowering night. Mon strous tattertde clouds = sprawied round a forlorn moon; puddles and rocks glistened with inner light They were passing a grove of scrub poplars, feeble by day but looming ow like a menacing wall. she ABVENTURES OF THE TWINS Ciwe Roberts Bat gnomes. ‘The twins turned in surprise when they heard a voice urging them not to follow the gnomes. The gnorfes, you know, had gone in a body to hint for Kip, the Brownie. But the children were still more surprised ; When they discovered that the voice belonged to a smali dwart entirely | different from the gnomes, This! staal! person had mischievous, twinkling eyes and a snubby nose and lumpy legs like Pim Pim of the Brownies, “Who are you?" asked Nick. guBbt’ exciaimed the little fellow, ing his finger over his lips. “I’m "Kip? ered both” twins, too as- tonished to remember his warning. Kip made a despairing gesture with his arms. “If you don't keep Gulet we'll all be in troutle, instead of one of us, Look here, 1 found the ‘aan I've been, hunt under the coal in Crocka- bone’s cellar. When I found it 1 also found a secret way out, thru one of The voice belonged to a small dwarf entirely different from Mike Mole’s hallways, Come alon, We'll go back to Pim Pim at once. “Why, we thought you didn’t like Mr. Pim Pim! whispered Nancy. “Why did you steal the key to the Enchanted Cupboard and give it to Crookabone to hide?” “Because. 1 was foolish and a | goose as well,” answered Kip. “I | guess I was jealous of him, but any- way, I only did it for a joke. I never |thought these gnomes were | wicked.” “How did you find out?" Nick. “I'll tell you later,” answered Kip, “We must get out of this at once. Come on, 1 know the magic words that wijl open the gate into the secret | passage back to Brownieland.” When the three of them reached |the gate, Kip said, “Portal swing and open wide, and in your passage let us hide.” With a creak it swung open, The cat'seye suddenly glared red, | (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) asked him for a quarter of an hour and/ ing how honest and hopeless are rub. | But he said! clumped toward open | ed her hand into the/| held | Cas BRipGe! } | FRECKLES AND HIS | AW, GEEWHIZ, MOM |].) WHY DO T HAFTA CLEAN “WW LAWN ? ‘The! | heard the branches dripping, the wet! } plumping on the }loaves sullenly | semmy earth Walting—waiting—everything | waiting, * “ghe whispered. She drew her hand from his, pressed hag. clenched fingers againtt her lips | She was lost in the sombernéss, “I jam happy—so we must go home, be | fore we have time to become un fhappy. But can't w on a log |for a minute and just - “No. Too wet, But I wish we could build a fire, and you could sit fon my overcoat beside. I'm a grand | firebulider! My cousin Lars and me spent a week one time in a cabin | way up in the Big Wood? snowed in. The fireplace wag filled with « }dome of ice when we got there, but we chopped it out, and the thing full of pine-boughs. Couldn't we build a fire back here in the woods and sit by it for a while? She pondered, half-way between yielding and refusal. Her head jached faintly, She was in abeyance | Brerything, the night, his silhouette the gautio treading future, was as indistinguishable as tho she were drifting bodiless in a Fourth Dimen sion, While her mind groped, the lights of a motor car swooped around & ben’ in the road, and they stood farther apart. “What ought I to do?” she muse@. “I think , Ob I won't be robbed! I am good! If I'm so enslaved that I can’t sit by the fire with a man and talk, then Ua better be dead™ The lights of the thrumming car grew magically: were upon them abruptly stopped. From behind the dimness of the windshield a voice annoyed, sharp: “Hello there!’ She realized that it was" Kenni cott The irritation in his voice smoothed out. “Having « walk?” They made achoolboyish sounds of agsent. “Pretty wet, imn’t it? Better ride back. Jump up in front here, Val borg.” Hig manner of swinging open the door was a command, Carol wa conscious thet Erik was climbing in that she was apparently to ait in the back, “and that she had been left to open the rear door for herself. In stantly the wonder which had flamed to the gusty skiew was quenched, and | she was Mra. W. P. ‘Kennicott of Gopher Prairie, riding in a squeaking | aid car, and likely to be lectured by her husband. She feared what Kennicott would | say to Erik. She bent toward them. Kennicott was observing, “Going to have some rain before the night '« over, all right.” “Yes,” said Erik, “Reen funny season this year, any way. Never saw it with such a cold October and such a nice November. | "Member we had a snow way back on October ninth! But it certainly | wan nice up to the twenty-first, this month—as I remember it, not a flake of snow in November so far, has! there been? But 1 shouldn't wonder | if we'd be having some snow ‘moat any time now.” “Yes, good chance of it,” sald rik “Wish I'd had more time to go after the ducks this fall. By golly. what do you think?’ Kennicott sounded appealing. “Fellow wrote. me from Man Trag Lake that he shot seven mallards and couple of canvas-back in one hour!" “That must have been fine,” said Brik | Carol was ignored. But Kennicott | was blustrously cheerful. He shouted to a farmer, as he slowed up to pass the frightened team, “There we are —nchon gut! She sat back, neglect: | ed, frozen, unherote heroine in a| drama insanely undramatic, She | made a decision resolute and endur- ing. She would tell Kennicott- What would ehe tell him? She could | not say that she loved Erik. Dfd she | love him? But she would have it| out, She was not sure whether it) wan pity for Kennicott'’s blindness, or | irritation, at his assumption that he | was enough to fill any woman's life, which prompted her, but rhe knew that she was out of the trap, that she could be frank; and she was ex hilarated with the adventure of it} while in front he waa en-| tertaining Erik “Nothing like an hour on @ duck pass to make you relish your victuals and Gosh, this machine hasn't |got the power of a fountain pen, |Guees the cylinders are jam-cram- full of carbon again. Don't know but what maybe I'll have to put in| another set of piston-rings.”” He stopped on Main Street and | clucked hospitably, “There, that'll | give you just a block to walk. G’ night.” Carol was in suspense, Would! irik sneak away? He stolidly moved to the back of | the car, thrust in his hand, muttered, “Good night—Carol, I'm glad we had our walk.” She pressed his hand. The car was flapping on, He was hidden from her—by a corner drug storé on Main Street! Kennicott did not recognize her FRIENDS DOAS MOTHER TELLS You, FRECKLES. "’ FONNDO * Stier. BH: Se tiabel < 541 “Perhaps you do not know anything about grasshoppers,” Mrs. Washburn said when she saw that beth David and Posey looked rather blank. “David did catch one once," Porgy answered, “and I was only little and I cried When he put it on me. But daddy said, ‘Gras hoppers won't hurt, child.’ ” ‘But the ones we find, hop,” said David. “I don’t see how they could get all the way, from Kansas to Oregon in hops, “They fly, too.” Mrs. Wash- burn said. “Fly for hundreds of miles and they thy their eggs in the earth and when one swarm goes on another is left to follow. “But to go on with Uncle Fendel, he saw the great swarms of grasshoppers on his fields and fences and he didn't know as farmers know now, that coal oil would kill them; perhaps he could not have got it if he had known, “But what he did know was about how turkeys Joved to eat the troublesome insects, ‘So just as quickly as he could he sent for THE TURKEYS turkey eggs and a few live turkeys. “I cannot remember where he got therh, nor how many there were; I can only remember that he did get them and that that was the first time turkeys were grown in the Oregon country. “And how they grew!) Ht was only a very short time before it was very plain that Oregon down around Eugene and Sutherlin was the very place to grow them best. “ ‘Gobble, gobble, gobble! called the turkeys, and down their ugly throats went the grasshoppers, down their throats and into their cruws and they grew fat and their bronze feathers shone in the sun: light Jobbie, gobble, gobble! See what we have done, We have rid the state of a troublesome plague; therefore we are great! “But it never is wise to be proud for you ate sure to find that you have only done what you ought to do anyway, and being proud spoils it all. “So ‘Gobble! Gobble! Gobble! laughed all the hungry settlers and their little boys and girls, ‘Just wait till Thanksgiving day and we will gobble, gobble you.'" BWR peed till he drew up before the house. Then he condescended, “Better jump out here and I'll take the boat around back, Say, see if the back door is unlocked, will you?” She un- latched the door for him, She re alized that she still carried the damp glove she had stripped off for Erik, She drew it on, She stood in the cen: ter of the living-room, unmoving, in damp coat and muddy rubbers. Ken- nicott was as opaque as ever, Her taxk wouldn't be anything #0 lively as having to endure a scolding, but only an exasperating effort to com- mand hia attention so that he would understand the nebulous things she had to tell him, instead of interrupt ing her by yawning, winding the clock, and going up to bed, She heard him shoveling coal into the furnace, He came through the kiteh- en energetically, but before he spoke to her he did stop in the hall, di wind the clock, He sauntered into the living-room and his glance passed from her drenched hat to her smeared rubbers. She could hear-—she cor hear, see, taste, smell, touch—his “Better take your coat off, Carrie; looks kind of Yes, there it was; ‘ell, Carrie, you bett ebucked He WHAT DID You po? \ YU AW. Mf A WHAT HAPPENED WUAT ARE You DOING OVER THERE, FRECKLES? ? EAM, BUT T Gor wg y ) T TOLD You To CLEAN J” (OUR BOARDING HOUSE — 1M IRVING OUT A NEW INDIGESTION REMEDY PUT UP BY A DR WH ', DIRECTIONS SAYS ITS BOOSHWA = AN OLD CURE USED BY TH’ SIOUX INDIANS AFTER A BUFFALO FEAST~ I TAKE Two WHITE PILLS BEFORE EATING AND A RED ONE AFTER MEALS = THEYRE HELPING ME BUT THEY GIVE ME A HEADACHE AND L HAVE TO TAKE A PAIN PLL FOR THAT! ‘Was Cissy a flatterer? I had heard! #0. 1 tried to interrupt his monolog several times but he would not have | it so, His next appeal was one to intrigue the heart of any romantic | maid: | “May! I need you so! I haven't! been able to say that I love you be- | cause I've said that to several girls. | But J must say what I have not said seriously to any other: I want to marry you because I want to take care of you. You need somebody. And I'm perfectly selfish. 1 need! you. And, believe me, if you trust me, I will be true.” “I'm. so sorr¥—so sorry—Cyrus!* That was the sum of my refusal “I can't explain, Cyrus, except by | repeating that I'm not ready for love—or marriage.” “If you are—when you are-—you'll let me take a chance?” “You may! I spoke sincerely. “Meanwhile, let's be good pals!" | “That's settled!’ But Cissy looked 80 doleful I simply had to change, the | subject: | “You were a peach, last night, Cissy. Motherdear and I haven't) words to tell you how grateful to you we are!’ SANTA CLAUS BRING ‘YOUR | PAGE 17 BY ALLMAN _ DON’T CRY DANNY ~ I'M GOING TO HAYE FATHER A ROCKING HORSE FOR CHRISTMAS! BY BLOSSER SPETE WATKING HAS A MOBBY OF COLLECTING PILLS == (Copyright, 1921, Beattie Star) Right then I remembered that I hadn't given Cissy sufficient credit for his share in rescuing me from the abductors. I thought only of Dick's response to the call of the meadow lark. And somehow! felt , that I didn’t need a husband io pro- tect me as long as Dick was in the company. That might be for years. ‘Whether the hero or the bad man would be made the next star, had be- come the bet of the week. Cissy had done wonderful work opposite me. He was superb, and I could see for myself that we wouldn't be per- | mitted to play together much longer. j1 was sorry because Cissy had learned to do the most trying love scenes without upsetting my nerves. | He no® kept bis intensity for real | life. And he was so perfectly hand- some that any unattached girl would have been delighted to think him hopelessly in love with her own sweet self. Dick Barnes had made a big hit with the powers from the first. He had had one play with Hutche- son Coleridge in which he took the honors away from the star! Dick’s work was so fine that the directors had to cut out a lot of pef- | Confessions of a Movie Star CHAPTER XXXI—CISSY PLEADS FOR MY LOVE fectly stunning celluloid. Coleridge insisted. He is an Englishman and @ very good sport, too, and he ad- mitted that Dick's work was cork- ing, but business is business and he was the Star and he wasn't going to 4 for reels in which the villain better work than the hero! Dick gained by every frame that was cut. And so the bets as to who would be the next star were increas ingly in his favor. One worry continued to harass me: Villains can’t very well have stellar roles and I didn’t see how Dick could play anything else. He was polished, suave, exquisite. He could deceive the most exclu- sive and discriminating heroines, whether sweethearts or wives, into the most startling and unnecessary indiscretions. How he could con- vince an audience that Mephis- topheles had nothing on him! I did not like to think about Jimmy Alcott as playing Dick Barnes’ parts, I couldn't understand how he could “get inside” such frightful charac- ters unless he had lived thru much evil. di (To Be Continued) stalked to her, went on with a rising tingling voice, “you better cut it out now. I'm not going to do the outraged husband stunt. 1 like you and I respect you, and I'd probably look like a boob if I tried to be dramatic. But I think it's about time for you and Valborg to call a halt before you get in Dutelf, like Fern Mullins did,” “Do you-—" “Course, I know all about it. What a’ you expect in a town that's as filled With busybodies, that have plenty of time to stick their noses into other folks’ business, as this is? Not that they've had the nerve to do much talking to me, but they've hinted around a lot, and anyway, I could see for myself that you liked him. But of course I knew how cold you were, I knew you wouldn't stand it even if Valborg did try to hold your hand, or kiss you, so T didn’t worry, But same time, I hope you don't suppose this husky young Swede farmer is as innocent and Platonic and all that stuff as you are! Wait now, don’t get sore! I'm not knocking him, He isn't a bad sort, And he's young and likes to gas about books, Course you like him, ‘That i&n’t the real rub, But haven't you just seen what this town can do, once it goes and gets moral is own coat on @ chair,|on you, like it did with Fern? You 4 probably think that two young folks making love. are alone if anybody ever is, but there's nothing in this town that you don’t do. in company with a whole lot of uninvited but awful interested guests. Don't you realize that if Ma Westlake and a few others got started they'd drive you up a tree, and you'd find your. self so well advertised as being in love with this Valborg fellow that you'd have to be, just to spite ‘em!’ could say. She dropped on the couch, wearily, without elasticity. He yawned, “Gimme your coat and trubbers,” and while she stripped them off he twiddled his watch-chaih, felt the radiator, péered at the thermom- eter, He shook out her wraps in the hall, hung them up with exactly his usual care, He pushed a chair near to het and sat bolt up. He looked like @ physician about to give sound and undesired advice. (Continued Tomorrow) “Let me sit down,” was all Carol The Reward of Justice Thirty years of giving just value in tea has gained for “SALAD A” The Largest Sale in Ameriea