The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 10, 1921, Page 11

a SATURDAY, DECEMBER Peeeeeeecccococcccccccecs 10, 1921, ; MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hows, Ine. Starts on Page Six) | and motors s back t Ww went into the sorts of was and he Luke mouc the K iprices with merits of t with train motor w intimate insisted their where I Dawsons flimey in Pasadena mi yearned to go back mke some more money. Put BPicott gave promise of learning He shouted in the pool at the o, and he spoke of (tho he Othing more radical than speak | Beh buying oveningclothes. Carol was PRouched by his efforts to enjoy pic . and the dogeed way in ‘cumulated dates and di nsions when they followed monk guides thru missions. She felt strong. Whenever she was (leas she dodged her thoughts by je familiar vagabond fallacy of run ing away from them, of moving on! a new place, and thus jaded herself that she was tranquil In March she willingly agreed with ennicott that it was time to go me, She was longing for Hugt They left Monterey on April 1 ‘fa day of high blue skies and pop sand a summer sea. ‘As the train struck in among the ills she resolved, “I'm going to love he fine Will Kennicott quality that re fe in Gopher Prairie. The no f good sense. It will be sweet to wee Vida and Guy and the Clarks ‘And I'm going to see my baby At ithe words he'll be able to say now! Bits a new start. Everything will be ifferent?” Thus on April 1, among dappled | ills and the bronze of scrub oaks hile Kennicott seesawed on his toes ind chuckled, “Wonder what Hugh't! | y when he sees us? | Three days later they reached Go- pher Prairie in a sleet storm. | mt No one knew that they were com. tng: no one met them: and because | of the icy roads, the only conveyance at the station was the hotel bus Which they missed white Kennicott| was giving his trunk-check to the} sriation agent—the only persen to Welcome them. Carol waited for bim | tm the station, among huddled Ger man women with shawls and um. brellas, and ragged-bearded farmers im corduroy coats: peasants mute as ‘oxen, in a room thick with the steam ot wet conta, the reek of the red-hot Btove. the stench of sawdust boxes at and Ken to Wwhich served as cuspidors. The after | hoon light was as reluctant ax a win. dawn. “This is a useful market-center, an | but it ie not the teresting pioneer post home for me,” meditated ranger Carol jcott suggested, flivver, but it'd ‘While for it to get here. Let's walk.” They stepped uncomfortably from the safety of the plank platform and Balancing on their toes, taking can tious strides, ventured along the ‘The sleety rain was turning to endow. ‘The sir was stealthily cold an imeh of water was « wer of ice, so that as they wavered ith their suitcases they t fell. The wet mow drenched oir gloves; the water underfoot splashed their itching ankles. They gcuffied inch by inch for three blocks. In front of Harry Haydock's Kennicott sighed “We better stop in here and ‘phone for a machine.” “Ta ‘phone take quite a She followed him like a wet kit-| ten | The Haydocks saw thém laboring p the slippery concrete walk, up the perilous front steps, and came fo the door Mhanting: “Well, well, well, back again, eh? fay, this is fine! Have a fine trip? My, you look like a rose, Carol, How @ia you lige the coast, doc? well. well Where-all did you go " ” But as Kennicott began to prociatm the list of places achieved, Harry in ‘terrupted with an account of how ‘much he himself had seen, two years | When Kennicott boasted, “We hru the mission at Santa Bar ) bara.” Harry broke in, “Yeh. that’s An interesting old mission. Say, I'll Umever forget that hotel there, doc. pit was swell. Why, the rooms were ‘made just like these old mor ries Wuanita aud I went from Santa Far. Dara to San Luis Obiepo. You folks 6° to San Luis Obispo?” io, but— “Well you ought to go to San Luis Obispo. And then we went from there to a ranch, least they called } kissed Carol slid and | Wel, | | it A ranch did you, Har distri aw the much of the Say, 1 never knew that Kuta Kar la 1 never Kuts, But [ met a gentieman on the train—it Was when we were pulling out of Albuquer and I was sitting on the back platform of the observa and this man was next to i me for a light, and and come to find Aurora, and when fon the an well thought ry n the Ty sella Over jon oar and t we got to talkin, out, he from he found out I came from Minnesota he asked me if | knew Dr, Clem worth gf Red Wing, and of course while {ve never met him, I've heard of Clemworth of and seems he's this man's brother! Quite Well, we got to tatk 4 the porter—that nod porter on that a couple bottles of I happened to men Kuts Kar, and this m « driven « lot of differ he's got a ¥ came lots times, a coincid ing was car nee and we ¢ a pretty and we Rad ale, and re rank first-rate. ¢ got Into a station the name of it—Carri¢ 1ce was the name of that first the other side of Albuquerque?—well, anyway, | KueH® we must have stopped there to ke on water, and this man and | got out to stretch our and darned if there wasn’t a Kute drawn right up at the depot platform, afd he pointed out something I'd never noticed, and I was glad learn about it: seema that the gear lever in the Kuts t# an inch longes——" this chronicle of voyages interrupted, with remarks on wantages of the ball gear-shift tked it 1 do what th enn Even Harry the hope of ade traveled & garage while Juanita of being which proven and the Kennicott gave up quate credit for being a man, and telephoned for a Ford taxicab, nd made sure tell the latest stinct and candals about Mrs. Swiftwaite ne~ considerable ade to chastity of Cy Bogart They aw the Ford sean making thru the enowstorm. Ike a tugboat in a fog. The driver stopped at a Jcorner. The car skidded, it turned Labour with comic reluctance, crashed into a tree, and stood tilted on a brok jen wheet | The Kennicotts refused Harry Hay deck’s not too urgent offer to take them home in his car “if I ean man age get ft out of the garage terrible day—stayed home from the store if you may so, I'll take a shot at Carol gurgied. “No, 1 think er walk: probably make and I'm just crazy to see my baby.” With their «uit es they waddied on. Their conte were soaked thru. Carol had forgotten her ftneile hopes. She looked about with im personal ey But Kennicott, thru rain-blurred lashes, canght the glory that was Back Home. She noted bare treetranks, black branches, the spongy brown earth betwren patches of decayed «now on the lawns. The vacant lots were full of tall dead weeds. Stripped of sum mer leaves the houses were hopeless | temporary shelters. Kennteott chuckied, “Ry gotty. down there! ck Eider must have painted his garage And look! Mar. jtin Mahoney has put up a new fence sround bis chicken yard. Say. that's & good fence, eh? Chicken-tight and he Wonder how much it cost a Yes, sir, they been building right along, even in winter. Got more enterprise than these Californians. | Pretty good to be home, eh?" She noted that all winter long the citizens had been throwing garbage linto their ack yards, to be cleaned up in spring. The recent thaw had | disclosed heaps of ashes, dog-bones torn bedding, clotted paint-cans, all half covered by the icy pools which filled the hollows of the yards. The refuse bad stained the water to vile colors of waste: thin red, sour yel low, streaky brown. Kennicott chuckled there on Main Street! They got the feed atore all fixed up, and a new sign on it, black and gold. That'll improve the appearance of the block a bt.” She noted om they coats |were se: the first to neven as but it.” we'd be’ better time over “look that the few people passed wore their ragweed. for the evil day. They ecrows in a shanty town ‘To think.” she marveled, “of coming two thousand miles, past oe * ; f ADVENTURES Kip dragging th © Kip, the mischievous Brownie, was Peorry that he had stolen Mr. Pim GPim's key and told Nancy and Nick "all about, it “It just seems,” said have to do things first gatterward, which in a very bad h OF bad run off to Gnome village and Inded the key to Crookabone before ¥ Pyou could say ‘scat.’ The fire thing he, “that wan to hide it, and 6-2. e key behind him {| well, And then something happened, aa it often does just when folks feel the safent aney Nick, grabbing her, aaid, hurt?’ and an and ginning tripped Are swered u know She what happened had uttered c that Pim im had wa about, and in a twink of the forbidden words ned them took | That's certainly a dandy | re be | of} NINE YEARS OLD THE SEATTLE STAR The Familu Album THOMAS DUFF < WHEN HE WAS SEVEN- ———e eee emma FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS AW, TW’ STORK DIDNT BRING MILO Tt YouR. \_ HOUSE, ALEK! wet off here What con Unie par mountains and and to plan to stay he ceivable reason for choot ticular plac She noted @ figure in a rysty coat and a cloth cap. Kennicott chuckled coming! It's Sam rigged out for the w The two men shook hands 4 dozen times and, in the Western fashion. bumbied, “Well well, well, you old hell hound. d devil, how are you, anyway? You old horse-thief, maybe it ain't good to you again’ While Sam nodded at her over Kennicott's shoulder, she was embarruws | “Perhaps I away, 1 tw a block | They }the welcoming linelt by Hugh. “Look who's fark! Gosh, all ther well ye uld never have gone of practice in lying Just ah n ow would get it overt nore and—my baby! were home. She brushed past Aunt Beanie Ag he stammered “O mummy, mummy, don't Ko away with te, mummy? she cried, I never leave you again” volunteered, “That's daddy Hy golly, he knows us just as if we'd never been away? sald Kenni t. “You don’t find any of thee | Galifornia kids as bright as “he is, at his age! | When the trank came they pied labout Hugh the bewhiskered little wooden men fitting one inaide an jother, the miniature junk, and Oriental drum, trom San Franciace | Chinatown; the blocks carved by the old Frenchman in Sin Diego; the lariat fram San Antonio. “Will you forgive mummy for go ing away? Will yout” she whis pered Absorbed in Hugh, asking a hun jared questions about him-—had he had any colds? did he still dawdle over his oatmeal? what about un fortunate mogening incidents?—she viewed Aunt Beatie only as « source of information, and able |ignore her hint, pointed by a coyly ken finger, “Now that you've had such a fine long trip and spent so muck money and all, I hope you're | going to settle down and be satin fied and not “Does he like carrots yet™ replied Carot. | | She was cheerful as’the snow be gan to conceal the slatternly yards. She nswured herself that the streets New York and Chicago were as justy as Gop Prairie in such | weather; she disminned the thought, | “But they do have charming interiors for refuge.” She mang ae she ener. | getically looked over Hugh's clothes.4 | The afternoon grew old and dark Aunt Bessie went home. Carol took |the baby Into her own room. The }maid came in complaining, “I can’t get no extra milk to make chipped lbeef for supper.” Hugh was sleepy and he had been spoiled by Aunt Bessie. Even to a returned mother, [his whining and hie trick of seven | times mnatching her allver brush w fatlguing. As a background, behind the noises of Hugh a kitchen th ked colorless | statins From the nicott greeting the he had enowy was to or house rn a Ken Bogart as ery keep There un ashes, window heard Widow always, ev n always done, evening night.” She the furna eternal; removing “Guess this waited. sounds up all the was back home! Nothing e had bean 7 Had she seen it? left thie | small shovel furnace? But supposed hovelin: Yes had way She nged. Californ’ Had for raping sound in the ash-pit Kennicott preposterou that she had. Ne had she been quite so far from going away as now * believed she had just come She felt oozing thru the walls the spirit of small houses -and| righteous people. At that instant she | knew that fn running away had merely hidden her doubts behind the officious stir of travel | “Dear God, don't let me begin agonizing again!’ she sobbed. Hugh wept with her. “Wait for mummy a second? She | hastened down to the cellar, to Ken. nicott He was «tanding before the fur nace. However inadequate the rest of the house, he had seen to it that the fundamental cellar should be large and clean, the square pfllare| whitewashed, and the bins for coal and potatoes and trunks convenient A glow from the drafta fell on the never minu of the of the er EVERETT TRUE WELL, 7 BETCHA fT DIDN'T* TH’ MILKMAN BROUGHT Y ' A Ro you mave 4 “ STIG GHANGE ~~ YOWR POCKETS aND TOU WAM PEOPLE TO KNOW IT! SCT ME OL P YOu INGLE Tf fae * ay Ot Hoo a le A abel Cleland ZEPHYR” IN A STORM (Second Chapter o&the Capt. Ballard Story) THE David took a long breath whiley And what do you think? You he fished around in hie mind for} know Auburn? Well, Capt. Bal. the next thing that happened in} lard's ther owned all that land the captain's story and began | that Auburn is built on, only with bis usual when it was new, they named it “Well, so then they took a ship) Slaughter, for ai t 8. general from California and started up to| who fought the Indians there and Portiand, but when they got to} got kitled. the Columbia river bar, you know,| “Then he grew up—bot first he Peggy, what a lot of trouble ail | went to school in the old univer. the early day ships had getting | sity that was up there where the across that bar—lots of ‘em got| White building is, you know, on wrecked on it | Third and University “Well, so then the captain of} “And then he got to be a cap. the ship wouldn't try to go in! tain of a Sound steamer. Its the mouth of the river #0 they | name was the ‘Zephyr.’ on up the coast and went to “And one day\the ‘Zephyr was Olympiad that was the biggest | skimming along and a big wind town then, and then to th ther | was blowing and a high tide was towns on the Sound, Port Madi-| coming in and the Sound was as son, Port Townsend, Seattle and| rough and choppy and cranky as thone. anything. can Then they got back to Port “The steamers then were pretty land all fight and they moved to| small, I guess, and they were all Roseburg in Oregon and lived | ‘stern wheelers.’ Up in the pilot there for five years. house thé man at the wheel was “Now don’t wiggle! I'm tefing| holding with all his might and this part just ‘cause it comes| main, the engine was throbbing first. Things happen pretty! and wheezing, the men were stok soon, ing In cont and everybody who “And he went to school In Ore.) knew anything about it knew that fon and hin father kept on being | they were having the mischief of a surgeon, but he had a farm and) a time to hold the vessel in her some cattle like the other pio: | coir.’ neers, even if he was a sur “They were in ‘the narrow, you nee, and that’s a dangerous place to be. geon, “And after a while he brought to Seattle and sold them. (To Be Continued) cattle ° saw @ pencilmark on a win. ¥ CONDO | OUR | DANNY DUFF - FOUR. MONTHS OLD - ON THE WAGON !!! BOARDING HOUSE AW HECK BUS= LT SAID SMALL DRY STICKS! HOw DVE EXPECT ME TO KINDLE A SNAPPY BLAZE WITH THAT 4 PAM PLANK 2 IF [ SENT You To TH’ 72 VouRE Too Fussv! 1 SUPPOSE WHEN You GET (T STARTED YOU'LL WANT A PAGE 11 BY ALLMAN BY AHERN YOUTWO DUMS COULDNT START A FIRE iN) A BARN Fi POF HAV AN’ TISSUE PAPER = WACTTILLT GET TH FRAME OFF ==} 1 COULD FIART & FIRE /——\ENGINEER WARM, IN A CISTERN WITH ~ —— — Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) IAPTER XX I discovered the secret of greater success—if it was be mine—the evening I watched myself in “Bond. od Love.” 1 must make my audience feel. And.I did not make them feel, if they were attracted only by my looks, my charm, my manners, my gowns, my youth. Many a movie star depended on those items of per. sonality and was satisfied with the result. 1 realized that I had “ unless IT made my which were animating me Watching oneself in the movies ts An engrossing occupation, but one | desicned to humble the conceited The criticiams of strangers help an actress far more than the commenda tions of friends. “Too smooth! sweet! Too easy! That was the criticism, overheard | by chance, which helped me most. It | nhowed me that I had played all around my part, T had not aroused | a particle of deep feeling in those who saw the reel I wld Nandy about my plan for devglopment and improvement, and | he and Mrs, Nandy went up in the | air with enthusiasm. Teo Too pretty! ning and encouraged her to describe | the missions, A dozen times they told her how glad they were to have her back “It is good to be wanted,” thought. “It will drug me. But Oh, is all life, always, an unresolved | But?" she CHAPTER XXXV 1 She tried to be content, which was | She fa all April Cross work la raved that a contradiction in terms. natically cleaned house She was diligent at R She was silent when V tho America hated war ver, we must invade Germany and wipe out every man, because it was now proven that there was no sol behind a band made up of business high-school straggled along witKout uniforms or play a shabby eyes, | under a as much as} “To the Sarah films?’ to me. only you narios?” | Then bt |dream, the quest to fit myself, T fancy not fput them into a story, ceeded unless f made my audience |a synopsis of them to the company’s }laueh and weep, | public run the gamut of the emotions scenario editors, One feature is the dream of ducers, or visions, or cut eome true, minutes with new exhausting of stunts was posing makers. except as it made Rut the most publicity apr “The right scenarios!’ of Berndardt of Nandy drained a mock toast ne groaned, “If. could get the right sce- That is of every 1 was always making up scenarios tvery star does that, But we never get time to nor to detail my pet directors ins. ‘To write my own photos was the hope of my life, a if the publicity ment continued to eat up my spare | The most hope never stunts. all the for the public for popularity. trying of all the ordeals was stumping, or ring in person before a show- ing of oneself on the screen movie scenario was the lack of sub-titles. That, als and pro. ‘The demand is for the story |which shall tell Itself without lead. | ers, or sub-titles, or interseriptions, | depart. fashion And it was unremunerative | Ili—THE SECRET OF GREATER SUCCESS | The first time I tried that, I was afflicted with stage fright. I had a nice little speech prepared. |I had practiced it, I felt sure of my- |self. But when I reached thé middie |of it, I began to stammer, to blush, and to forget! ‘ I wanted to rum away. IT glanced toward the wings, and there stood | Dick Barnes. By what mental telep- lathy Dick comprehended, I do not | know. But he did comprehend and jon the instant he proceeded to res cue me. 1 saw him coming toward me, I held out my hand, he seized it, and | jumped at once into his part. He took up my theme where I had left off, he carried it farther, and then he summoned Cissy Sheldon from the other wing. to| Cissy rushed on stage, grabbed my left hand, took up, the speech and finished it, and we three scored a triumph—where T alone had been headed for humiliation. Once more, Dick had saved me. Once more, Cissy had contributed his bit of chivalry. It was wonderful to have two men to rely on (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 19971, by Seattle Star} the if the ity men and ranks or leader, Chopin's Funeral | group of neighbors with grave stumbling thru t solemnity of falte tlam was worse, store were silent. h |F }not read the sea im th creeping at lat Champ was broken. boys, . trying to March he slush ring music. The rooms over He could not work as bhyer at the elevator. rmers coming in with sled-loads of wheat complained that Champ could that he seemed ||———— always to be watching some one back | rkness of the bins seen slipping thru alleys, talking to himself, trying to avoid observation, cemetery le, to the who His rheuma- He was the postmastership, which, since all the work was done by assi#tants, was the one sinecure in town, the one reward for political purity. But it proved that Mr. Bert Tybee, the former bartender, desired the post: mastership, At her solicitation Lyman Case gave Champ a warm berth as night watchman. Small boys played a good many tricks on Champ when he fell asleep at the mill. (Continued Monday). FREE the | ao Pthe rascal “did Sthen 1 knew I'd up and done it! Even % I Was a little jealous of Pim Pim King my place, I didn’t intend to mean, and I see now that he 1 better leader than 1 for Sthinks first and acta afterward.” i Tt wae a long speech for so little a )Brownie. After that the three of them trudged silence back ghru thé dark passage toward Brownle Tiand, Kip dragging the key behind him, for the ns had wished them. 66 as little ax moles and Kip him wasn't anv viewer than my ink-| smooth gray cement floor at his fect He was whistling tenderly, staring at | eh the furnace with eyes which maw the| “Yea,” she lied, while ehe quaked, black-domed monster a9 a symbol of| “Not now. I can't face the job of their feet kicking helplessly up inthe| home and of the beloved routine to|explaining now. He's been. so good. he r. Kip had dropped the key to the| which he had returned—his gipsying|He trusts me. And I'm going to nehanted Cupboard and there it lay | decently accomplished, his duty of | break hig heart!’ ed mad parties for all the coming gleaming faintiy in the dull reddish | viewing “sights” and rio” per.| She smiled at him. She tidied his} winter, She wlanced across the alley glimmer that lighted the passage formed with thoroness. Unconscious | sacred cellar by throwing an empty |at the room which Fern had occupied. Hut the glimmer became a gleam|of her, he stooped and peered in at|bluing bottle into the trash bin. She) A rag of a gray curtain masked the and the gleam became « The| the blue flames among the coals, He| mourned, “It's only the baby that) still window cat’seye the gnomes. | closed the door briskly, and made a| holds me. If Hugh died whe fled She tried to think of some one to Then they heard sounds of running, | whirling gesture with his right hand, | upstaira in panic and made sure that}whom she wanted to telephone (To Be Continued) out of pure bliss. | nothing had happened to Hugh in| There was no one, (Copyright, 1921, Seattie Star) He saw her. old | these four minutes. | The Sam Clarks called that eve Once Carol followed him and found the coarse, tobacco-stained, — un- doWsill, She had made it on a September day when she had been planning a picnic for Fern Mullins and Erik, Fern and she had been hysterical with nonsense, had invent dier in the German army who was not crucifying prisoners and cutting off babies’ hands. imaginative old man lying on the Carol was volunteer narse when|snow of the grave, his thick arms Mrs, Champ Perry suddenly died of | spread out acrogs the raw mound as pneumonia, if to protect her from the cold her In her funeral processton were the} whom he had carefully covered up|] selling only 40 packages Califernin 11 peopis left out of the Grand/every night for 60 years, who was|| Orange Blowsem Bechet at 100 each. Army and the Territorial Pioneers, | alone there now, uncared’ for, || Rasy 0 etl ed teaee Seen old men and women, very old and| The elevator company, Ezra Stow-|| qs this will not appear again for Weak, who a few decades ago had | body, president, let him go. The com. || same, time. EF AR been boys and girls of the frontier, | pany, Hara explained to Carol, had! estern Supply Ce, Dent. riding broncos thru the rank windy | no funds for giving pensions. 10 New eee oe eee grass of this prairie, They hobbled| She tried to have him appointed to ling all three of them had turned completely upside down, standing lke on their hands, with EVERYONE ndireds of others GIRLS, BOYS We have made happy owith th Swine Wrist W: make YOU happy, lately Free and circus peop am. was warning “Why, hello, ' san |