The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 9, 1921, Page 15

2h 488355 EE Efe" BSE en enty dors ne —— ee Tene RNR oe she “STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Ine. patinued From Yesterday) couch, took both her hands, Sup he could launch into his! pose he fails—as he will! Suppose heavy discourse she desperately got | he goes back to tailoring, and you're in, “Please! I want you to know | his wife. Is that going to be this ar that I was going to tell you every thing, tonight,” “Well, L don't suppose | tistic life you've been thinking about? He's in some bum shack, pressing pants all day, or stooped over sew really much to tell.” ing, and having to be polite to any “But there ts, I'm fond of Brik,|grouch that blows im and jams a Me appeals to something i here.” | dirty stinking old suit in his face She touched her breast. “And I ad and says, ‘Here you, fix this, and be ire him. He isn’t just a ‘young | blame quick about it’ He won't ecte farmer,’ Ho's an artist even have enough savvy to get him Wait now! He's had a chance|a big shop, He'll pike along doing iLevening to tol! you what a whale | his own work=-unleas you, his wife. ine fellow he is, Now it's my | go help him, go help him in the shop, turn. T can’t talk artistic, but jand stand over a table all day, push Carrie, do you understand my work?" | ing a big heavy iron. Your com He leaned forward, thick capable|plexion will look fine after about hands on thick sturdy thighs, ma-|fifteen years of baking that way ture and slow, yet beseeching, “No! won't it! And you'll be humped over ter even if you are cold, I like | like an old hag. And probably you'll better than anybody in the! live in one room back of the shop. One time I said that you were| And then at night—oh, you'll have And that still goes, You're | your artist—sure! He'll come in etink all the things that I see in a sunset | ing of gasoline, and cranky from when I'm driving in from the coun-| hard work, and hinting around that try, the things that I ltke but can’t if it hadn't been for you, he'd of make poetry of. Do you realize what | gone East and been a great artist my job is? I go round twenty-four! Sure! And you'll be entertaining his hours a day, in mud and biiseard, | relatives Talk about Uncle Whit! trying my damndest to heal every. | You'll be having some olf Axel Axe! body, rich or poor, You--that ‘re! berg coming in with manure on bis always spi bout how scientists | boots and sitting down to supper in ought to rule the world, instead of | his socks and yelling at you, “Hurry & bunch of spread-eagle politicians—-| up now can't you see that I'm all the science | Yea, and you'll have a squalling brat there is here? And I can stand the every year, tugging at you while you and the bumpy roads and the| press clothes, and you won't lonely rides at night, All I need is | ‘em like you do Hugh up-stairs, all to have you here at home to welcome | downy and asleep me. I don't expect you to be pas:| “Please! Not any more!” sionate—not any more I don't—but| Her face was on his knee I do expect you to appreciate my/ He bent to kiss her neck. “I don't work. I bring babies into the world, | want to be unfair. I guess love ix and save lives, and make cranky /® great thing, all right. But think husbands quit being mean to their it would stand much of that kind of wives, And then you go and moon|stuff? Oh, honey, am bad? over a Swede tailor because he can | Can't you like me at all? talk about how to put ruchingy on a been so fond of you™ skirt! Hell of a thing for a man to! She snatched up hia hand. she fuss over! {Kisaect it. Presently she sobbed, “I She flew out at him; “You make | won't ever see him again. I can't your side clear. Let me give mine.) now. The hot living-room behind T admit all you say—-except About | the tatlor shop-— I don't love him Erik, But is it only you, and the| enough for that And you are baby, that want me to back you up, | Even if I were sure of him, sure he that demand things from me? was the real thing, I don't think I They're all on me, the whole town!) could actually leave you. This mar I can feel their hot breaths on my | riage, it weaves people together, It's neck! Aunt Bessie and that horrible! not easy to break, even when it siavering olf Uncle Whittier and | ought to be broken.” Juanita and Mrs. Westlake and Mrs.| “And do you want to break it? there's you world. my soul. I've Bogart and all of them. And you, uxgr- | welcome them. you encourage them He lifted her. carried her up! to drag me down into their cave! [ won't stand it! De you hear? Now, right now, I'm done. And it's Erik who gives me the courage. You say! he just thinks about ruches (which |, do not usually go on skirts. by the ws T tel) you he-thinks about | cigar, drumming with his knuckles Ged. the God that Mrs. Bowart Cov-| on a chair. She felt that he was a ors up with greasy gingham Wrap | bulwark between her and the dark Bers!’ Erik will be a great ness that grew thicker as the de day, and if [ could contribute | i.04 storm camg down in sleet. one tiny bit to his success—" E “, : “Wait, wait, wait now! Hold up! ‘You're assuming that your Erik will make good. As a matter of fact, at My age he'll be running a one-man tailor shop in some burg about the size of Schoenstrom.” “He will not” “That's what he’s headed for now all right, and he’s twenty-five or -six and— What's he done to make you think he'll ever be anything but a | to the door “Come kias me she whimpered. way than ever at Dreakfast up. Telephone? The village central letter? It might be found see him? Impossible. | Kermicott gave her, without com signed “F. V." pants-presser?” make trouble for you. “He has sensitiveness and tal. going to’ Minneapolis tonight ent—" | from there as soon ax I can sither “Wait now! What has he actually |to New York or Chicago. 1 will do done in the art line? Has he done/as big things as I can. [I can't “What you done wit’ him? Heh? one first-class picture or—sketch, d'| write I love you too much God | TT yoost tell you what you done! you call it? Or one peem, or played| keep you.” | He was a good boy, even if he was the plano, or anything except about what he's going to do?” She looked thoughtful. gas| Until she heard the whistle which told her that the Minneapolis train | was leaving town, she kept herseif you vimemin make me @ick! | love | ve} j stairs, laid her on her bed, turned could portray his lyric He kissed her lightly and slipped | don't want no fine words and I don't For an hour she heard him | want no more lew! moving about his room, lighting a/ what you know!” | All Gay she | his fist, worked up his anger with tried to devine a way of giving Prik|the gesture, and sneered | Would unquestionably “tisten in. A| fine ways and fine dreases! A father Go to|come here That evening | from wickedness, and you call him ment, an envsiope. The letter was |take nothin’ off you nor your hus. “ft know I ean’t do anything bat| For one time a woman like you t# I think Tam | going to hear de trut and | you are, and no fine city words to | | defiance ran out im tace of bis im He was cheery and more casual mense flaxen atolidity THE SEATTLE, STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFF ‘WHAT DO YOU WANT] __ = eee ' J HERE INTHE. {J WANT You |TO HELP ME c? nie | FIND SOME- “THING = — >, ONLY WaT ? GEE e You Look FRECKLES! man in mucky boots, canvas jacket.) AVERETT TRUE and red mittens, He lowered at ber with shrewd red eye “You de doc’s wife?" ‘ “I'm Adolph Valborg, from up by Jefferson. I'm Erik's father “Oh! He was a monkey faced tit tle man, and not gentle “What you done wit’ my son? I don't think I understand you. “1 Uink you're going to understand before 1 get Crough! Where in he? “Why, really 1 presume the he’s in Minneapolis.” He looked thru contemptuousnes: #uch not have imagined. Onjy contortion spelling whine hin mangled consonants. He clamored Presume! Dot's a fine word! 1 fou presume! with « she coul Insane her » an of I want to know “See here, Mr. Vaiborg, you may stop this bullying right now. I'm not one of your farmwomen. [ don’t know where your son (s, and there's no reason why I should know.” Her WON 1 BOUGAT my TRKET J aSxnedD You FOR awn AISLE SEAT! AISCE Seat He raised “You dirty city women wit’ your trying to save his boy a bully! By God, I don't have to band! 1 ain't one of your hired men about what} needer.” it, “Really, Mr, Valbors—" a damn fool. T want him back on de WORRIED TAM=T ONLY 6dT A DOLLAR T SPEND ON DoP FoR MIS YOU KNOW WHAT Hy Ye S, HAND ME THAT Box THAT'S ON Christmas Shopping Top THERE CHRISTMAS PRESENT, AN T WANTA GIVE HIM SOMETWING “THAT LOOKS TWICE AS MUCH AS IT |S=WHAT CAN TGWE HIM BY CONDO PAGE 15 BY ALLMAN | WAS JUST LOOKING FoR THIS TEAPOT THAT MOTHER GAVE ME-| WANT To SEND IT TO AUNT CLARA FOR CHRISTMAS ~ | WHAT.IS IT YOU'RE LOOKING | FOR ? WE MIGHT CALL IN A COUPLE OF DETECTIVES To HELP US FIND IT yoko =) | OW HERE IT 1S- | FOUND \T! BY BLOSSER AWN, WHAT DO YOU KNOW "BOUT BUYIN! CHRISTMAS BARGAINS | THE OLD HOME TOW WELL STRANGER |———. Pe YOU WIN THE s{ QUITTER!)==q A WAGON ~ WE D TAKE HIM HOME “Then it's a hundsed to one shot that he never will Way I under. stand it, even these fellows that do something pretty good at home and get to go to art school, there ain't more than one out of ten of ‘em, maybe one out of a hundred. that ever get above grinding out a bum living—about ae artistic as plumbing. And when it comes down to this | from thinking, from moving. Then it was all over. She had no plan nor desire for anything When ‘she caught Kennicott look. | ling at her over his newspaper she fled to his arms, thrusting the paper apide, and for the first time in years they were lovers. But she knew that she stilt had no pian in life, save always to go along the same streets, farm. He don’t make enough money | tafloring. And 1 can't grt me no hired man! 1 want to take him back on de farm. And you butt in and| | foot wit’ him and make love wit’ him, | are It's not true It'* not true, and if it wére you would have no right to speak | tke this,” | “Don’t talk foolish. 1 know. [Ain't I heard from a fellow dot live tatior, why, can't you see—-you that ke on so about psychology—can't WM see that it's jast by contrast with folks lke Dec McGanum or! Lym Cass that this fellow seems artistic? Suppose you'd met up with | him first in one of these reg’lar New York studios! You wouldn't notice him any more ‘n a rabbit! She huddled over folded hands like a temple virgin shivering on her lenees before the thin warmth of a brazier. She cold not answer. past the same people, to the same shops. m1 startled her by announcin a Mr. Valborg down-stal: vant to see you.” She was conscious of the maid's interested stare, angry at thin shat idden. the living-room, It wa: lright here in town how you been jacting wit’ A week after Erik's going the maid | country! “There's | him! Yes and I guess you talk about say be| religion in de wood: fering of the calm in which she had|to do—and me, She crept down, peeped into | look how I work, look at those hands! not Erik| But you. oh God no, Valborg who stood there; it was a| work, like you—you're worse dan «treet wajkera! Rich women like you, wit’ fine husbands and no decent work look at my hands, de boy? T know what Walking wit’ him in de Hiding in de woods wit* you done! Sure! Women you mustn't you're too fine to do decent Page 542 CAPT. BALLARD ar rattle PP __By Mabel Clela + * kt ned_J Confessions of. a Movie Star (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) | CHAPTER XXXI—I AM PUZZLED OVER DICK I never was able to compare ted parts unless he were a little;director put me on as the madly | Dick's methods of acting with my wicked. jealous bride, the business came to own, They were absolutely differ-| .us conduct toward Motherdear| ent |and me implied that he had a secret |'™° lke @ revélation. How, I mevar Some power outside of myself! to conceal. But I couldn't see that | Could tell. seemed to send me thru my parts in |he shared the disgrace of his sister’s| Sometimes the mysterious force |& Way which often amazed me. I ciopment and his father’s failure, | Which possesséd me almost banished knew well that such “possession” jor that he was in any way respon-|my true self. I was made over by Kennicott rose quickly, sat on thelamall, gray-bearded. yelow-taced| work. You got to play wit’ young “Daddy,” David said quite sud-) I'l tell it as otraight as T can. [yn tcined niente in euny, and not to sible for hiis father's tragic death. {my ‘part, Wor the duration Gf Gaai ae I tellown, ‘youtger as you are, laugh esi Snell: da taabta Ma E é baeamauaet talked about. I knew that many How could he reason that any or | scene, I was obsessed, seized, e jing and rolling around and acting Ham ein gah | Just as soon an I ¢ or excellent actors can’ depict life only |all of these misfortunes barred him|over by the character which I [like de animals! You let my son | # “ity begin? T mean,” he added,} So when he got-home this is fas they have experienced it. And | from me and Motherdear? enacted, ‘ alone, a’ you hear?” He was shak seeing that his father didn't quite) what he told her: by that test, Dick was nota manany| My latest visit to a movie theatre! Once I had surrendered my indi ing his fist in her face. She could understand such a queer ques “Myt but he was interesting! §| ®t! “aery p> aheatiioe! ih wt gn [to Mee myaelf act had been revealing, | viduality and had assumed the char smell the manure aod sweat. “Itit. sion, “tke our Quees. Anne Hill! He don't 1ook olf endugh for it gos gp aby id it at last!" So /It had helped me to grow camera-/acter, it was easy, to register the ain't no use talkin’ to women like wu an i don't look old ran my thoughts, “And I guess I'd | wise. emotions the director demanded. you. Get no trut’ out of you. Rut and Capitol Hill and Ballard and) to be true, but he #ays be came better never think about it again, If|. 1 never had been in a‘Follies.* I| I'd begin 20 or 30 feet off the | next time I go by your husband?’ Renton and everything.” | to the west coast in 1858. love passes, as the older women have (never had done Little Eva. |scene or down in my dressing reom, | He. was marching into the hall Daddy answered wilt another} “You see that’s only two years || t! me, 1 guess I'd better not worry| I never had been on the speaking |I'd forget that I was acting. ‘This |Carol flung herself on him. her 7 | about love at Mirly regular intervals stage in any capacity. I never had | method wore me out, if I had to leclenching hand on his hayseed-duaty question. | after the Indian war, But ‘ie as I've been doing. | recited poems as a child. I was that run the gamut of all the emotions j shoulder “You horrible old man. “Do you know Capt. Ballard,| didn’t come to Seattle then; his “Why can't I stick to the idea that | impossible product of the movies, ajin a day's work, It was exhausting | you've always tried to turn Erik into || son?” father was a surgeon, you || !0ve Is a transient emotion and that | self-taught natural actress, |to depict love and hate, anger, ja slave, to fatten your pocketbook! “At pioneer meetings, I do.” | know, a doctor who mostly does ||‘ foolish for me to dream about it?! Tn the silent drama I was doing | loathing and revenge, suspension and | You've sneered at him, and over Dawid ‘endeared, “tut: he. ide ; Hv Mg slg If it's it's wo! And May Scott what experienced actors insisted | grief, happiness, trust, fidelity and | worked him, and probably you he tO te ane Wine daca yt | Operations and things. And bis 7) would better study her art_and not |never could be done | Jealousy in the course of six or seven | succeeded in preventing his ever | \oarn Khali mill and putioce ang | mther came out to the coast f/Iet anything so unstable as her emo-| I had been starred first in wistful | hours. rising above your muck-heap! And|f Qverything if he's « captaie twice before he brought his fam- | tions contro! her! Better live her jschoolgir! roles in which J had| But if a certain set were the back: | now because you can't 4 him ead vie din't, aa ‘aiee'| thy emotions before the camera and not played up my own personality before | ground for all these feelings, I had back, you come here to vent— Golf on daddy told him. “He wa v t » the real thing on a man who | the cameras, I always was cast as a|to do them—and I had to pay. | tell my husband, go tell him, and ones did daddy ture And when Capt, Ballard came [/ won't value them for lor |perfeotly nice little Indy and it] ‘The spirit, if there was one back don't blame me when he kills you i tic? acetal 20 thateoncanens be ne by way of Panama, he [| ‘To still an unrest at heart, I! wasn’t difficult to be that. I only /of me, didn’t take that responsibil: jwhen my husband kills you—he will |f 0 Tznt around to the telephone | ia put there wasn't a canal; it || had repeatedly to remind myself of |/had to imagine what I'd do myself | ity. | kill you and the nakt eine Devic: Rew my philosophy. I had to force my- | under the conditions of the scenario. (To Be Continued) | The man grunted, looked at her J it Was all arr f and be and on & raliroad. |self to think that Dick couldn't act That was at first. When the cast| (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Starb |impassively, said one word, and Perry had ar rate cement | “He was just a little boy about J} .. . twos one tr ahd Pie at eA ea dae Hoe «. bh | walked cut with the captain and he was : like me , ca 4 ye Ps ss?" She heard the word very plainty.{J Imm to tell them how “Bullard” | 0° me re ita Tee c is Ahead entice SA viet I can as soon as I can. Let's| belt, gained speed, Carol could see She did not quite reach the couch, {|} started | ane ‘ough roa i atte Ree ie tots wp’ | wait till Los Angeles,” nothing but gray fields, which had | Her knees gave way, she pitched for “Now, if you are a little girl) was; so rough that the train f/ hointed. but the Jolly, Myon |g Sure, sure! Just as you like, | closed in on her all the way from . |ward, She heard her mind saying, with a brother just older than| rocked from side to side and mud ikea ‘digs Moge ling te Tye {Cheer up! We're going have a|/Gopher Prairie. Ahead was dark Anup nad the key of the enchanted Cupboard You haven't fainted. This is ridicu you, you can imagine how nF | sitaaned a inh oan: ADS nee ahs pat ye sian chee heel ote gay large wide time, and everything 1) nes The gate swung shut after Nancy, {mark them with chalk-so they wii)|l0U% You're simply dramatizing TE ee eee eet ne! dows where he was looking out. [| meal counted asa stay.) Before they | °°, Sterna bad tons Norn cheat ot inno x Nick and Kip. Gnome village waa) show up in the moonlight. Ahout| sot move, “When Kennan seed [which they were to have gone And he said the weather was 9|°OUld question her again Carol es: | at on jock ae tet ent pes i behind them and they were in the | cp rimtma n rout net move. When Kennicott arrived |} which they | einhee He every | awful, too, ‘cruse thete mae shat [corted in with drum and fife the| Dusk on a snowy December after. | still there, somewhere, He'll be 7 wecret passage that led back to|Cbfistmas time they go out in thou-|she was lying on the couch. Hix br diay ndsece Bs Mehul B32 Spann se th as slee topic of Raymie Wutherspoon, Vida |noon. ‘The sleeper which would con: | When T come back, I'll never know Brownieland. Kip had the key to|*#nds and block up the chimneys|“P auickened. “What's happened i in off without Hers “and (To Be Continued) had fiews from her Husbatd, He hal{ fect et) Kansas City: with the Gall: hae Ne: DAs wanes the Enchanted Cupboard, and if all| With all the soot they can stuf in,|CAarti¢: You haven't got a bit of | he started off without h been gassed in the trenches, had been | fornia train rolled out of St. Paul| As Kennicott switched on the seat. went well the Twins would soon have |60 Santa can’t get down. Besides thar | 1004 !n your face see ay a ae a \in a hospital for two weeks, bad been With a chick.a-chick, chick-a-chick, | light she turned drearily to the ik inugic shovel and be helping Mr. |they: steal letters the kiddies put up|, .9h® clutched his arm, “You've : SSS | promoted to major, was learning | chick-a-chick. as it crome@the ether |lustrations in a motion-pioture mag: 4 got to be sweet to me, and kind!/away, Can you stand it and fac Guy Pol street to! French, tracks, It bumped thru the factory | azine, (Continued Tomorrow} Pim Pim to dig up the glittering col- | the chimney for Santa. And another | mn, going to Calltornia—m tal tor three W 5 oreo | be pleasant f° Calitorni: , —<—<— — " ors for the Christmas toys great big awful besides—the most apg ce), e doouk tar tn'| tbren take -axia eniptll lana’ nie eval Ba Niheer “deed ae V “You promised to tell us how you|dreadful of all, they throw drea lease don't argue about it, be Yes,” she saic ptily jan novels, ida Sherwin She left Hugh with Aunt Bessie. ’ Ad AMS | cause I'm going. IV jdragged her to the Jolly Seventeen.| fut for Kennicott she would have JOS@R@ROBORORONOROROBORORROROREEZOEORO: found out that the gnomes were so |down these chimneys for the chil Quietly, “All right. Weil go. You) People covertly stared her on| There, with every one rigidly listen-| taken him, She hoped that in some wicked,” Nick reminded the Brownie |dren to catch~dreame that there is|and 1. Leave the kid here with|the street, Aunt sie tried toling, Maud Dyer shot at Carol, “1| miraculous way yet unrevealed she who had helped them to ¢sca jno Santa Claus and things like that! Aunt Bessie.” wat her about Erik's disappear. | hear Erik has left town.” ight find pxsible to remain in “Can't you tell us now? We're safe|I tried to throw down a good dream | 7 c . Beene i pe pk 5 “ He} ”s y good dream low nd it. wae Kennicott who s!-| Carol wan amlab so I California, She did not want to see Delicious” is the word! ere about good, kind, merry, old Santa,| “Well, yes, jaxt as noun as we can the woman with a savage,}hear, *In fact, he called me up—| Gopher Prairie again "3 i “All right.” consented Kip. “I can| but before it got past the chimney-| get away, Now don't talk any more are you hinting that Carrie ftold me he had been offered a lovely| ‘The Smails were to occupy the tell you while we're walking, J only | pot, Tweekanose caught it and put it| Just imagine you've already started.” |had anything to do with that fel-| job in the city. So sorry he's gone, | Kennicott house, and quite the hard ~ a i Gincovered it last night when Tweek-|into his bag. Why, the gnomes have |He smoothed her hair, and not til!|low's beating it? Then let me tell He would have been valuable if we'd, est thing to endure in the month of Bnose asked me to go chimney hunt jeven caught the chimney-sweep and |atter supper did he continue; “I | you, and you.can’go right out and |tried 4o start the dramatic associa walting was the series of conferences , ing with him.” made him a prisoner, also the toy-|meant it about California. But I 1 the whole bloomin’ town tt tion again, Still, T wouldn't be here | between Kennicott and Uncle Whit oa Chimney hunting!’ exelaimed | maker, After we help Pim Pim, we'll| think we better wait three weeks|Carrie and I took Val—took Irik!for the association myself, because tier in regard to heating the garage t . Na I never heard of it.” have to come back and set them free, | or so, till I get hold of some young | riding, and he asked me ut get: | Will ty all in from work, and I’m! and having the fur flues cleaned Cc Cc “Neither had 1," Kip told her. “It's | because it never would do for Santa| fellow released from the Jica!| ting a better job in Minneapolis, and! thinking of taking him to California Did Carol Kennicott inquired Green hile heese this way. The gnomes hunt up all |to get his suit all smudgy.” Jcorps to take my practice, And if! advined him to go to it Juanite—-you know the Coast so well! wish to Atop in Minneapolis to buy Bape the chimneys where children live, (To Be Continued) | people are goxsiping, you don’t want | Getting much sugar in at the ste tell me: would you: start in at new clothes? ihn. shout this time of year. Then they| (Copyright, 1921, by Seatile Star) to give them a chance by running pow? A , “Mol Toawant te ogt oe for awa soi As ictal sy