The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 16, 1921, Page 15

—— } THE SEATTLE STAR cattle, court . eeeeecccccccece | bee H chs NOINAS OR TUR NPR Sottinn the Scenery BY ALLMAN | os antatnee and : MAIN S I REE I | NOW LISTEN. IF DADDY OLIVIA,NOW GET THIS i. HELLO, DORIS- SAY LISTEN ~ JINGLE BELLS, VINGLE BELLS. “a SHOULD SAY To You, IF TOM TRIES TO Quiz 'SEE,PuLL|) i TOM SHOULD MENTION To ;iZea” rs JINGLE. ALL THE DAY f wt The Story of Carol Kennicott WONDER WHAT SANTA You ABOUT WHAT ‘TO TAS MY YOu WHAT You THINK ID IT'S ALL OFF OM WHAT FUN IT 1S TO £ Ne GET ME FOR CHRISTMAS | OWN IDEA- eecegece Yesterday) { XNXIX I | wondered all the way home What her sensations would be. She wondered about it so much that she had dn imagined. ‘ famitiar porch, each hy Well well’ and flattered to be, for a day the most important news of the com munity. She bustled about, making calls, Juanita Haydock bubbled over their Washington encounter, and " CArol to her social bosom, Th: aricient opponent keemed likely to be her most intimate friend, for Vida Sherwin, the she was cordial, stood back and watched for imported] heresies. In the evening Carol went to the mill The mystical OmMOnLOm of the dynamos in the eleptric-tight Plant behind the mill was louder in Ore darkness. Outside sat the night watchman, Champ Perry up his stringy hands wWe've Who her? Who in Washington could be de pended upon like Guy Pollock? When she saw him on the street, smiling as always, e@ an eternal thing,*a part of her own self. After a week she ided that she and squeaked, AIL miwed you terrible.” in “Washington would mixx he see neither glad nor sorry to be She entered each day with Matterof-fact attitude with she had gone to her office th Washington. It was her task there woukl be mechanical detajis’ and meaningless talk; what of it? ‘The only problem which she had approached with en significant. She had worked Wherself up to such That she was willing to give own room, to try life with Kennicott He mumbled, ten minutes after #he had entered the house, “Say, I've kept your room for you like it war I've kind of come round to your way of thinking, Don't see why folks need to get on each other's nerves Just because they're friendly, Darned if I haven't got so I like a lttle privacy and mulling things over by myself."* 1 She had left a city which sat up nights to talk of universal transi- tion: of European revolution. guild socialism, free verse. She had fan eled that all the world was chang ing. She found +} at it was not the only n, the place in Mibneapolis where you could get whisky thirteen dollars a quart. Tecipes for home-made beer, the Thigh cosg of living.” the presidential tion, Clark’s new car, and not novel foibles of Cy Bogart ardent Ahey bad been two years ago. what they had been twenty years ago, and hat they would be for twenty years fo come. With the world a possible ing at the base of the mountain. A yoleano does occasionally drop a river of lavaon even the best of agricul turists, to their astonishment and considerable injury, but their cousins fmherit the farms and a year or two Tater go back to the plowing. ‘She was unable to rhapsodize much over the seven new bungalows and the two garages which Kennicott had “made to seem so important. Her in tensest thought about them was, “Oh yes. they're all right, [ suppose.” The change which she did heed was the erection of the schoolbullding. with fts cheerful brick walls, broad win dows, gymnasium, classrooms for agriculture and gooking. It indicated Vidas triumph, and it stirred her to activity—any activity. .She went to Vida with a jaunty, “I think 1 shall work for you. at the bottom.” She did. She relieved the at- tendant at fhe rest-room for an hour & day. Her only innovat painting the pine table a black and nge rather shocking anato; She talked to the farm wives and soothed their babies and was happy. ‘Thinking of them she did not think And I'll begin him what had happened. Down in the secret passage a It tle procession was creeping stealthily back to Pim Pim's domain. Wirst came Nancy, then Nick, then Kip the Hirow and Mike Mole, After them a at the end of the pr jon, came © chimney-eweep and the te 4 maker ‘They were going to help Pim Vim dig up the ruby-red’ and the blazing blue and sapphireshine and ; golden-giitter and silver-sheen for the : Christreds tree ornaments out of bis magic mines rownleland. And then thé Twins, the sweep and the oy-maker were going to wish them 1) relve the North Pole to Clans’ house and help ail th 4 with preparationa for Christmas ‘ Kiverybody was very happy. “Ha, hat’ lat Kip and he \ give a hop, skip and jump. “Won't i Crookabone be angry when he finds ‘| that we have got back the key and | the Magic Shoes” / h, be carefull’ said the mole. Sh “Who laughs last laughs best. We'ré ‘ RY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. He held | | safe. to share ali of her} Their problergg were exactly what) Yolcano, the husbandmen were plow: | @ BO’ wees fe) on ME, TWINS Crovkavone was consuiting his chief sorcerer and telling FRIDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1921. OUGHT TO BRING MAMMA | FOR CHRISTMAS, YOU SAY, “A NICE FUR CoAT” ask Kennicott and Juanita if ALL RIGHT = didn't look young, much ygunger KIN | HAVE, than thirty the The eye glanne AN APPLE? pinched her ne She considered || They would make her older, and hopelessiy settled. || She would not wear «pectactes yet. But she tried on a pair at Ken nicott’s office, They really were much more comfortatile. ut Dr, Weetlake, Sam Clark, Nat Hicks and Del Snaffiin were talking in Del's barber shop, “Well, T see Kennicott's wife tw | taking a whirl at the rest-room. ) n said Dr, Westlake, He etm. phasized the “now.” FRECKLES AND HIS F Del interrupted the shaving of Sam and, with his brush dripping lather, | he observed jooularly “What'll she be up to next? lemy she used to claim this They bure | wasn’t swell enough for a city girl llike her, and would we please tax ourselves about thirty-seven point Fnine and fix it all up pretty, with tidies on the hydrants and statoos on the lawns—-=" Gam irritably blew the lather from ‘his Ups, with mitky small bubbles, find sported, “Be a good thing fe mont of us roughnecks ifwe did have a%mart woman. to tell Ys how to fix} up the town, Justeas much to her kicking as there-Was to Jim Blaus ser’s gassing about factories, Ar you ean bet Mra. Kennicott ix emart even ifshe in skittish. Glad to #ee her back.” Dr. Westlake hastened to play | “So wan I! So was I! She's fot a nice way about her, and ahd knows a good deal about books fiction anyway. Of course #he's like all the grest of these women-—not soliaty Pounded — not scholarty doem't know anything about political economy—-falls for every new iden that some windJamming crank puts out. But she's a nice woman probably fix up the rest-roo or the tragedy of old age, which t# not that It ia lew vigorous than youth, but that it ia not needed by youth that ite love and “prosy sageness, 1 important a few years ago, #0 gladly offered now, are rejected with laugh the restroom ts a fine thing, beings |ter ing divined that when Aun a lot of business to town. And NOW| bissie came in. with a jar of wild He eee oe hag | STADS Jelly she was waiting in hope marbe she's got over some of Her CF being asked for the recipe, "After fool dens. Maybe she realizes that! that she could be irritated but she folks simply laugh at her when she tries to tell us how to run every | thing.” | | “Sure. She'll take a tumble to her. | | self.” wuld Nat Hicks, sucking tn his liipa judicialy. “As far as I'm con: | could not b d by Aunt Bee sie's simon She wasn't depresned the heard Mra. Bogart « we've got prohibition it that the next problem of the toning even wh corned. Tl) may shele.na nice a look | try ain't sa much abolishing cigs Hin tone electrified them. {ine ganbath and arrest. these lav miss that Swede Val! teakera that play Dasebu borg that used to work for me! They | ine eureies ' ; way a pair! Talking postry and | (ee moonshine! If they could of got! | ‘ Only one thing bruised Car away with it, they'd of been so darn| VO ew people asked mi lovey dovey- - ne ' . | Washington. They who had most ad Sam Clark interrupted, “Tats, they | “* oe : Vega Sea te canna ing | muringty begged Percy 4 for Ust talking books and ail that! ner facts. She laughed at herself junk. I tell you, Carrie Kennicott a@ smart woman, and these smart — }merry about it; and it hurt just an had three or four kids. You'll see|OUCy as ever. her settled down One of theae days, | and teaching Sunday school and/ relping at agelables and behaying when she saw that she had expected } to be at once a heretic and a return v Her baby. born in August, wae a Jair. Carol could not decide whether hapeett,: Sad Bey trying to butt tate he was to become a feminist lead business and polities, Sure! cae senpee' o aateadaal but did After only fifteen minutes of con-|°%,'h on Vassar and a trieotette euit jference on her stockings, her son. | With a email bidck bat for her Fresh | her separate bedroom, her music, her | abe: oeanst anéient interest in Guy Pollock, her y Prohable ailary in Washington, and every remark which she was known | to have made «ince her return, the stipreme council decided that they | would permit Carol Kennicolt to live or both vI Hugh was loquacious at breakfas He desired to give bin Impressions of owls and F Street “Don’t make so much nolse. You [and they passed on to a consideration | ‘#/k too much,” growled Kennice of Nat Hicks’ New One about the| Carol flared. “Don't speak to him that way! Why don't you listen to |nim? He haa some very For some reason which was totally | ‘binges to tell.” mysterious to Carol. Maud Dyer| “What's the idea? Mean ay seemed to resent her return. At the | You expect me to spend all my time Jolly Se intening to his chatter?” ously, I suppose you found| “Why not?” war-work @ good excuse to stay away| “Sor one thing, he’s got to learn and have a swell time. Juanita!|® little discipline. Time for him to at traveling salesman and the old mai rv interesting Don't you think we ought to make t getting educated.” Carrie tell us about the officers she | ¢ learned much more discipline. met in Washington?" | I've had much more education, fr | They rustied and stared. Carot }™ Bow: ee hes from me.” looked at them. Their curiosity | : forge . & od Some on tas | seemed natural and unimportant | Ee ae OEE Oe 9 “Oh yes, yer indeed, ave to do m a al [that some day.” she yawned j aps, Did you T realize | that children are people She no longer took Aun leaner ‘ "* rig "mn not solne of the ugliness of Main Street as she | smail seriously enough to ‘areata sabes bien ot ve yn © po purried along it to the chatter of|for independence. She saw that! tion.” eur: the Jolly Seventeen Aunt Beanie did not mean to intrude “No, of course. We ve our She wore her eye-giasees on the/| that she wanted to do things for all|rights, too. Put I'm going to bring street now. She was beginning to the Kennicotts. Thus Carol hit upon| him up as a human being. He has ae ais | just ag many thoughts as we have land I want him to develop them, ngt |take Gopher Prairie’s version éf |them. T my biggest work now |—keeping myself, keeping you, from ‘educating’ him." “Well, «not scrap about It. But [i'm not going to have him spoiled Kennicott had forgotten it in ten | minutes; and she forgot it—this time vir The Kennicotts and the Sam Clarks |had driven north to a duck-pass be |tween two lakes, on an autumn day of blue and copper Kennicott had given her a light twenty-gauge shotgun. She had a [first lesson in shooting, in keeping | [her eyes open, not wincing, ungler tanding that the bead at the end of he barrel really had something to do |with pointing the, gun. She was |radiant; #he almost believed Sam | when he insisted that it was she who |had shot the mallard at which they had fired together. She sat on the bank of the reedy |lake and found rest in Mra, Clark's | drawling comments on nothing. The brown dusk waa atill Behind them were dark marshes, The plowed acres |amelled fresh. The lake was garnet and stiver. The voices of the men, waiting for the last flight, wero clear in the cool air captain.’ And the tough fowl was) « eg renee Wan eo See asleop in their cribs. Think what] have kept the faith." twins, Hving.in Leavenworth canal [not there yet. Nancy and Nick,|, “Mark left!” sang Kennicott, in a|f lott Pe A Just ot ele ee eee eee ae es no! ake | “Sure. You bet you have,” said'| have just celebrated their 90th birthe Se eee. Won: zeeeaiven in| tree dy ae ere 5 Bye Wn coma Pa pet cemLamne , eer co an industrial union of the|Kennicott, “Well, good night, Sort|day anniversary, they etilt boast of, Brownleland at ones. Take Kip's key |, nt care Ms p> pp J saed. |f. 2chool in the old university,””| guess that's all I remem- || whole world, she may see acroplanes | of feels to me like It might snow to-/ being able to handle a plow, cutting: [and;benong The rest of us will fo shale fume’ Hutidess.” The mon David said. “He told me they had! per, | going to Mats.” | morrow. Have to be thinking about | 48 straight a furrow as'anyone, ; 0 , | ae ¢ Hek shook hin head. “tye wane | Pushed. theif. light out on the | “Yump, probably be changes af | putting on the storm-windows’ pretty A denne cue friene aad. {We won't! humnished take, disappeared beygnd | Seememeemeeeemeeerme—s i | rignt. yawned: Kennicott. |soon. Say, did you notice whether! ‘Tunnel beneath the Hnglish chans Mut alan TE he hed ont (uly: | the reeds. ‘Their cheerful voices find | jockies, to Alaska; a dominion which ,and have sports and a picnic and al she sat on the edge of his bed) the girl put that screwdriver back? | net will be 21 miles long under the what was happening at that newn | the slow splash and clank of oars| will rise to unexampled greatness | dance, But Bert Tybee (why did you|whilé he hunted through his bureau | THE END. sea. ; Grankahned Bs At minute!) came back to Carol from the dim-|when other empires have grown | ev elect hinh mayor?)—be's” kid-! for a ar which ought to be there ores — —_—— oo roomabone was consulting his chief | negs. In the sky a fiery plain sloped | weniie. Before that time, she knew, | napped my idea, He wants the Com: |and persistently wasn't, ON ON OR ORONODONOEOHORORORECHOFOHO: sorcerer, and telling him what had! down to a serene harbor. It disvolved;|a hundred generations of Carols will| munity Day, but he wants to have] “ll go on, always. And Tam happened. the lake was white marble; and Ken-|aspire and go down in tragedy de-|some politician ‘give an nadvean’ | Hieany? But this Community Day | ’ | “fhe children up in the world} nicott wan crying, “Well, old 1a Void of pall and solemn chanting, | That's Just the atilted sort of thing | makes, me see how thoroughly I'm} jmust not have Christmas.” he fin-| haw about hiking out for home? Sup:| the humdrum inevitable tragedy of | I've tried to avoid. He asked Vida, | beaten } ce o33 |'whed. “How can we prevent it?” | per taste pretty good, eh | strugete against tertia, and of course she agreed with him."| ‘That darn collar certainly Is gone ome u né ied boil nine toad’s-warts,” 9: Hd} “T'll sit back with Ethel,” she said, “Lot's all go the movies tomor:| Kennicott considered the matter, for keeps,’ muttered Kennicott and, { the erer, “and when the steam! at the car row night. Awfully exciting film,"} while he wound the clock and they'| louder, “Yes, I guess you I geta into the secret passage, the pas-| tt was the first time she had|caii Ethel Clark |didn't quite catch what you sald, Add a quarter cup of milk to a cup of mashed | wage will twist, andi 1 of com-| called Mra. Clark by her given name:| “Well, I was going to read a new | Jar you to have | dear,” toes, a chile cheese & an and ing out in Brownleland, the Twins|the first time she had willingly sat | book but All right, let's go," said) Bert butting In,” he said amiably She patted his pillows, turned ‘ bey 4 will find themselves in the Cave k, & woman of Main § t Carol | “Are you going to do m fussing | down his sheets, as &he reflected: iI it smooth. Bake ten minutes muffin tins, the End of the Earth. The way t no hunery It's good to be vu over this Community stunt? Don't} “But I have won in this: I'v leads to thin cave goos in one direc-| hungry,” he reflected, ab they drove] “They're too much for me," you ever get tired of fretting and | never excused my failures by sneer Bluhlll Chile Cheese tion only. There is no way to come | away sighed to Kennicott, ‘I’ | stewing and experimenting? ing at my aspirations, by pretending | | back.” She looked acrows the silent ficlds| thinking about getting up an annual| “I haven't. even star Look!" | to have gone beyond them. I do not | (To Be Continued (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) to the west, She was conscious of an unbroken sweep of land to the YOu SUGGEST A FUR COAT JUST SAY, YOU THINKA FUR COAT WOULD BE NICE HeLLo~wuar 4 RAVE You THERE, TAG? EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO DID You INTEND TO Leave “ouR GAR ON Al STEEP GRADE CIKE THIS WITH ONLY THE BRAKE Set TO HOLD tT? WHY DON'T You CRAMP THG FRONT WHEELS Ie THE TRAKE SHOULD SNAP, WHAT AGoOuT THE DANGER To TRAFric —= AW, THAY BRAKG Wice HOLD ALL RiaNT, eveRerr. THAT WOUCDN'X HAPPEN ONCE IN'A THOUSAND EARS, CRAMP oR, BE CRAMPED AND DON'T TAKS A NXHWOUSAND xears To ar Grattle ) ' ‘ * OT) Clelan Page 548 THE END OF DAVID'S Sony erled Peggy atl sympathy * * “on 4 Christmas program every year ai and things a minute and, not seeing a} with eces’ to speak and songs thing to gi exle about, “and did it “And they always went out in the and woods for Christmas greens Vil bet can't guess, Pegay, where they went.” “Where?” ask: “the cap you and tried and Pegey not » man who had brought sruens said, ‘Take this fowl to the} talked out there | , the woods were right ex pantry,’ and he ro the Henry building +: a 09 stands. They would cut down Put it on the chopping board,'| whole trees and weave long Kar he ordered next lands of the fir branches and “Then he went at it and be) qecorate everything up just beau- chopped that bird from one end) tguiy, Doesn't it #eem queer, of the pantry to the other, and) tho, to think of a man that locks |] took it, all cut in pieces, buck to} as young as thet-who can remem: the table and served it | ber deep woods where that build “The potatoes were all fluffy, ing stands? and white, the gravy was good “And once he told me an old and brown, the cranberries were SAUAW Rot alot. Theat wan the red as red, and everything WaS war and the bullet went all the fine, but—one after another, the| way thru her tummy. if quests (he had a lot of men “And Dr. res Phe es: bc - the surgeon—sald, ‘I can only |] friends on board) maid, ‘I believe | 1 ti nem nmfortabl ane I'll try a piece of the beef roast,| Live her life.’ frase Day, when the whole| She led him te the nursery P| HE MAY QuEER Looking Into th+ door, A PUR COAT = TIP WILBUR OFF Too- BUT TELL HIM NOT TO SAY TOO MUCH AS Kt Mom'S SLUPPER= | THERE'S A TACK STICKIN' OUT AN’ T WANT [T FIXED BEFORE MoM VF ___ “ep ! OUR BOAR vo fT THEN LIKE FOR CHRISTMAS-TELL HIM WELL-WELL® wuaT A CONS|DERATE LITTLE Bove I SUPPOSE You ARE AFRAID THE TACK MIGHT DING HOUSE GAY MR. BUSTER, L WAS Lookin’ =| UP TM CHIMBLEY AN’ WONDERIN’ HOW SANTY CLAUS CAN COME Dow ‘CAUSE HE'S SO FAT! = WILL DO IT= WILL You 2 JALLVIN 1S NOT IF WILBUR HAS A HAND |f init! A RIDE IN > oP HE CAN TAKING ANY CHANCES ae NOSIR= fT AIN'T THAT = TW TACK'S STICKIN' OUT ON TW’ SOLE, AN’ THAT'S TH SLIPPER MoM USES: ONME! A OWE HORSE EN SLEIGH~ & GWAN BUSTER! LETS SEE YOu CR ve TH’ CHIMNEY ah fy wife will have to brains,” Dick drawled, a little bored but prepared to keep up hig share ot [the conversation. “Brains enough to | know when I'm tired, Brains enough to understand what I talk about | Brains enough to discover what's go- ling on in the world without making jme read the papers for her," Such was Dick's ideal! know whether I had brains or not, but I wanted Dick Barnes to believe I. had some CHAPTER X I had seen Dick and Ginette together. Ginette—who had shot up to stardom like a rocket because, ran the gos \atp, McMasters hi approved her} beauty and disregarded her work. — | Did I suppose for one minute that | Ginette was endowed with brains? | 1 did not! And if Dick Ba ! yuld find a girl like th so inte ting, I wasn't going to feel sorry | hecduse he stayed away from me. I wouldn't waste my time being nice! to a man who could be amused by Ginette. } | Rose Montilion, discovering me! and my draft, stopped for a little | shop talk. © to be leopards in the! She didn't know the {her daughter, “Do you see that ob- | Jeet on the pillow? Do fou know | what it is? It's a bomb to blow up smugness. If you Tories were wise, you wouldn't arrest anarchists: you'd arrest all these children while they're I didn't! Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1921, Geattle Star) XXVIII—I HAD NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT MY FUTURE have |name of the story. Seldom did Rose have that information, Like many another movie actor, she could work }a week and never find out what she | was working in. There were to be trained leopards from a circus. Henry had the dope. And before the story was shot, she was going to a beauty hospital, : “To renew my youth? Rose was she passed for 40, and she ex. | Suddenly T remembered how often |Pected the beauty surgeon to make | her look like 30. Aline Gilliard had her chin made over. Rose was go- ing to do likewise, Hadn't I heard how it was done? I had not. I was interested, Rose explained: A certain French beauty expert draws up the skin on ch side of an elderly woman's fac pulls up the muscles, does away with the sagging flesh under the chin, and makes an artistic throat line, al most any kind of a curve you want, and every woman knows she's just old as her throat line, and then the beauty specialist takes little pleats under the edge of the hair on a line with the tops of the ears where the scars will not show and when the stitches heal and the hair grows 4 out again, why, there you | years younger! That's the style of Rose's when she's enthusiastic. |. Ob, yes, it was expensive jbut worth ten times the price. |she would be doing grandm and hags with mighty little work that, but she expected’ to be for 10 years more after that ‘operation, I wasn't to tell anybo |about it. ®* I promised. And T paid a silent tribute of sincere respect. to Roa business acumen. ‘The vanity of women is detestable, but in Rose's jcase it was @ professional invest? ment. “One advantage of being homely. ,is that homely women do not age, Rose raved on. “Only the eauty fades. We all look alike at 60, honey, I'm no uglier’ now than I was at 20, but you'll (be werse, darling, worse than we, maybe!" * | That ended Rose for the day—and | it nearly finished me, “i 1 had never thought about my fity | ture. T ought to do so. Doubtless getting married was a part of it, andy | not to be evaded. ’ i (To Be Continued) that Gopher Prairie is greater or more generous than Europe! I do not admit that dish-washing is enough to satisfy all women! I may. not have fought the good fight, *but I admit that. Main Street .is as beau town would forget feuds and go out! pointed at the fuzzy brown head of! tiful as igsbould be! 1 do not admit a A Twins Are Champion | Plowers at Ninety LEAVENWORTH, Kan., Dec. 16, |—Altho James and Joel Cheatwood,