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Wednesday, octorer 19, 1921
,MAIN STREET
Th« Story of Carol Kennicott
Cop} right, 1«0, Uarrourt. Brace « Hows.. Ine.
nxortu or opkmmu t> ht aij js tors ,
CAROL MILTUIIU, I*um vtrwtM, •nthwlulio, la graduated from a
■mall e»U»s* Kb* I* l»lirnlM4 that k«r mlulm in lit* ta
(.♦•ullfylnj (ha usl? Inu of tha Nerthaaat, Hh. M,utu a po*ill ■> ta
th# at. real llbraiy At th* home ot • r>i«nd ah* m**ie
PR WTI J- KKNNtOOTT a bachelor i« th. ut« thlrtlea and a phvairtea
•f Oopher Prairie la du* lim. they art married aad K.nnlrott take*
i'arel ta Clopber Prairi*. When aha mh tha t«*a. alia ia terrified u tha
theusht of Hvtn* thera Carul tlad* Kaaniiott t bom* mid viriofiaa bed
anattraetlte. but daridee ta nAb* tba baat a« It. aba eaplora* Mala atraet
bad flada ll dull and hepeleea. ac«r.Hna to bar Idaaa At tha aama lima
BKA ll)HlN'lb>N tba daughter at a Svedtab farm*!, la aiplnrini Mala
alreat To h*» It eeenta ll»alr bad Interaettng At a part* at tba ham* at
SAM nam. hardware d.*l*r Carvl m.ata tb. am an aat «f i|..ph*r
Prairie She la bored b» their dull roeearaatfein and b» thalr parly "atuat*."
(Continued >Yom Yesterday)
CHAPTER V
n>
"WeU steal the whole day, and go
hunting. I want you to aee the
country round here." Kmnlcott an
nounced at breakfast. "I'd tak*
the oar—want you to see how swell
she runs since I put In a new piston.
But we'll take a team, so we can got
right out Into the fields. Not many
>Mlt»ts chickens left now. but we
'might Just happen to run onto a
'small covey "
1 Hs fuaned over bis hunting kit He
pulled his hip boots out to full length
and examined them for holes. He
feverishly counted his shotgun
shells, lecturing her on the qualities
of smokeleeo powder He drew the
new hammerleas shotgun out of/Its
heavy tan leather case and made her
peep thru the barrels to see how
dasailngly free they were from rust.
The world of hunting and camping
outfite %nd fishing tackle was un
familiar to her. and In Kmnloou i
Intrrat ahe found something >Tf»U»«
and Joyous. 81w examined the
aenooth (took, (he carved bard rub
bar butt of the gun. The ■helix.
Jrtth their brass cape and sleek green
bodies and hieroglyphic* on the
wads, were cool and comfortably
heavy in her hands.
Kenucott wore a brown eanvaa
hunting coat with vast pockets lin
la« the Inside, corduroy trousers
which bulged at the wrinkles, peeled
KlW"#arred shoes. a scarecrow fait
hat. In thia uniform he felt virile
They dumped out to the livery
buggy. they packed the kit and the
ibox of lunch into the back, crying
Ho each other that it waa a ma*
lalftceat dar
I Kennicott bad borrowed Jackson
I fcSder's red aad white EnglUh setter.
• complacent dog with a waving tall
lof silver Hair which flickered In the
■mshlM. As they Started, tha don
balped. and leaped at the horses'
fcmk. till Ksoalcott took him into
I tha buggy, where ha numied Carat's
Ikaees and leaned out to sneer at
1 The (rays clattered out on the
Hard dirt road with a pleasant song
lof hoofs: Ta ta ta rat! Ta La ta
Irat!" it waa early and trash, the
[air whistling. frost bright on
i the goklaa rod: As the ma warned
' the world of stubble Into a welter
of yellow they turned from the high
road. thru tha bare of a farmer's
gate, into a field, slowly bumping
•ear the uneven earth. Ia a hollow
of tka rolling prairie they lost stght
even of the oomtry road, it waa
placid. Locusts trilled
aasSqr the dry wheat stalks, aad
brUttast tittle fUea hurtled across
the buggy. A torn of eontoat fined
the air. Crow* loitered aad gr edged
la the sky.
Tha dog had beea lot act aad after
I dance of excitement be settled
lowa to a steady quartering of the
Held, forth and hark, forth and back.
Tote Hunted owns thia farm, aad
M told ma ho saw a small covey of
flklckaas la the west forty, last week.
Maybe we'll got some sport after all/*
KenalcoU chuckled blissfully.
She watched the dog in suspense,
fanelhlng quickly every time ho
■omul to halt. She had no desire to
Wknghter birds, but she did desire
t# belong to Kennlcott'e world.
The doc a topped. on the point. *
farepaw bald up.
i -By golly: He'a hit a acaoti Coma
I oar »qsealed Keniricott Ha leaped
floaa the buggy, twlatad the ratoa
1 about the wblp-eocket. rwnng bar
omu caught ap bla ran. allpped in
i two ahella. a talked toward the rigid
Mhafuvl pattering after him. The
LaSur crawled ahead, bla tail quiver
, t«r. hie belly doaa to the afubbla.
Oarol waa Bcrvaoa. She expected
of large btrda to fly op fn
atantty. Her eyea were »trained with
Attrtif. But they followed the dog
, (or a quarter of a mile, torn Ing.
.doubling, urnaalng two low hltla.
UdcMag thru a awale of waeda, crawl
ADVBHTURH
OP- tht TWINS
ly Ofat Ralaw Bw'kn
Silver Wing heard one of the gnomes
■ "Hay, kiddies." Carted Cap'n Penny
Bwinkle. galloping up on Curly In a
Bgrrxt hurry- "Did you sc« a bag ol
W gold 7"
■ "No, sir!" said Nick "I didn't, did
Ajron. Nancy 7"
■ But Nascy hadn't either. "Did
Hyometiody lose ItT" she asked.
ML -Well, not exactly," answered the
Wfmtn man. reaching Into his pocket
sf polling out a letter "But th»
fairy Queen sent me this, and I
thought I'd auk you." He unfolded
1 the letter and handed It over. "Kead
jtT' he nodded.
Now the twins were not very far
S en in school. Indeed, they bad only
Mt tn where the school reader said.
|HWPfttb has been a big bun on the
But the letter was written In
language, so of course it was
■ easy to reed. Nancy read it
I gut loud. It went like this:
■ "Dear Captain Penny winkle:
P "The gnomes hare dug a lot of
out of one of my mountains and
K ut u Into a bag and run off with It.
Bt SINCLAIR LEWIS
Inn hrt«Mn tha etrands of • barbel
wire fane*. Tha walking waa hard
on h»r piTfmanl tralnad (nI. Tha
e.\rth mu lumpy, the stubble prickly
and lined with cram, thietlee. abor
live alumpa of clover Mb" drugged
and floundered.
She heard Kennicott (imp. "Uolc!"
Three (ray bird* wrre starting up
from the stubble. They were round,
dumpy, like enormous bumble bee*
Kmnlcott was alghtlng. moving tha
barrel. She <m agitated Why didn't
he fire? The blrda would be gone!
Then a crash, another, and two
blrda turned somersaults In the air,
plumped down
When h* showed her tha blrda aba
had no eenaatlon of blood. Theae
heaps of fee them were no aoft and
unbrulsed—there waa about thain no
hint of Mh Bhe watched her con
quering man tuck them into hi* In
aide pocket, and tnidged with him
back to tha buggy
They found no mora prairie chick
ena that ronming.
At noon they drove Into her first
farmyard, a private village, a white
houae with no porches aava a low
quite dirty Atoop at the back, a
rrlmmn barn with white trimming*,
a glased brick alio, aa eg-oarrtsge
abed, now the garage of a Kord. an
unpalnted «• atable. chicken bouae.
a pig pen. a corn crib, a granary,
the galvanised Iron skeleton tower
of a windmill. The dooryard waa of
packed yellow clay, treelcaa, barren
of graaa, littered with rusty plow
shares and wheela of discarded culti
vator*. Hardened (sampled mud. tike
lava, filled the pig pen. The doors
of the bouae were grime rubbed, the
corners and eaves were rusted with
rain, and the child who aUnd at
them from the kitchen window was
smeary-faced. But beyond the barn
was a clump Of scarlet geraniums,
tha prairie hrsess waa sunshine tn
motion, the flashing metal blades of
the windmill revolved with a lively
hum. a horse neighed, a rooster
crwwed, martins flew la and out of
the cow a Labi a.
A small spare woman with flaxen
hair trotted from the bouse. She
was twanging a Swedish patois
not In monotone, like Kngllab. but
singing It. with a lyrical whine:
"Pete ha say you kotn pretty soon
hunting, doctor. My. dot's fine you
kotn. Is dia da brideT Ohhhh! Ve
yoost aay las' night, ve hope maybe
v» see her some gay. My. sorb a
pretty lady*" Mrs. Rustad was shin
ing with sreioome. 'Van, vein Ay
hop* you tak dts country? Vont you
stay for dinner. feetorr
ilka ta glea as * glass of axUfcf
-Vetl Ay should aay Ay vffi! Too
vsit bar a second and Ay ran aa 4s
mlflt booaaT She wrwti ha*
toned tn a tiny red building baslili
tba windmill: shs came back stu
a pitcher of milk from which Qu-ol
Oiled the thermos bottla.
Aa they drove eft Carol admired.
"She's the dearest thing I ever saw
And she adores you. Tou are the
Lord of tha Manor.**
"Oh. no," much plsaaail. Tut atffl
they do ask my advice about things
Bully poop la, these Scandinavian
farmers. And prosperous, too. Helga
Rustld, she's still scared of America,
but her kids win be doctors and law
yers and governors of the stats and
any darn thing they want to."
I wonder—" Carol eras plunged
back into last night's Wei lech inert
"1 wonder If these farmers arent
bigger than ws are? So simple and
hard-working. Tha town Uvea on
them. We townias are pararttsa, and
yet we feel supsrtor to then. Last
night I beard Mr. Roydock talking
about "hicks ' Apparently be d«spls*a
tha farmers becaoss they havaa't
ranched the social heights of selling
thread and buttons "
"Parasites? Us? Whara'd tha term
era be without the town? Who lenda
them money? Who—why. we rupply
them with everything?"
"Dont you find that aame of the
A LETTER
My (airy helpers hare searched and
searched In erery one of my Nine
Hundred and Ninety-nine Kingdoms
and all orer the country of the
gnomes, but they always come home
empty-handed. The other day, how
ever, HUver-Wtng, flying thru the
forest, overheard one of the gnomes
say that they hud burled it at the
foot of the rainbow.
"We looked under one end of the
rainbow, but the other end /roes
down under the ocean waves. Will
you kindly ask the Wlgglefln peo
ple if they have seen It. Perhaps
Nancy and Nick could find It, as
they were smart enough to find my
pink pearl.
"Hoping you may have good news
for me, I am
Tour friend,
"THK KAIRT QI EEN "
"Of course, we'll find It won't
we. Nick," said Nancy qtalckly.
(To Be Continued)
(Copyright, 1921, by Ueattle Star)
DOINGS OF THE DUFFS
FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS
farmers think they pay too muufc for
the services of the towns?"
"Oh. of course there's a lot of
cranks among the farmers ssm* aa
Uiera are among any class. Listen
to some of thawe kick rs. a fellowM
think that the farmers ought to run
the state and the whole shooting
match- -probably If they had their
tray they'd fill up the legislature
with a lot of formers In manure
covered boots—yes, and they'd com*
ten me I was hired on • salary now.
and couldn't ft* my fees! Tbal'd be
fine for you. wouldn't It?"
"But why shouldn't they?"
"Why? That bunch of— Telling
me— Oh. for heaven's sake, let's
quit arguing All this discussing
may be all rtgtil at a party, but—
Let's forget it while wt'ra hunting "
"I know. The Wondarluet—prob
ably It's a worse affliction than the
Wanderluart I Jost wonder —"
She told beret-II that ahe had every
thing tn the world. And after each
self rebuke shs stumbled sgala on
"I Just wo Oder—-
They ats their sandwiches by a
prairie slew, long grass reaching up
out of clear water, mossy bog* red
winged blackbirds, the scum a splash
of gold green- Kennicott sraoksd a
pips while shs Isaasd back la the
buggy and let her tired spirit bs ab
sorbed In lbs Nirvana at ths tnoom
paxsMs sky.
awoke from thsir <itisse
at ths sound of ths Wopping hoof*.
They ponssd to look for partridges
In a rtm of srooda, lltUe woods, very
clean and shiny and pay, silver
birches and poplars with Immaculate
green trunks, encircling a lake of
sandy bottom, a a plashing sscluslon
demure in the welter of hot prairie
Kennicott brought down a tat red.
squirrel, and at dusk bs had a dra
matic shot at a flight of ducks whirl
lng down from tha upper air, aklm
mtng the lake. Instantly vanishing
They drove bom* under the tuiwrt
Mound* of atraw. and wheat atacka.
Uke bee-hire*, alood out In atartllng
roue and cold, and the green tufted
etuhhle gltatened. Aa the vaat girdle
of ci-lmaon darkened, the fulfilled
land became autumnal In deep rada
and browna. The black road bafore
the bugry turned to a flint lav
ender. then waa blotted to uncertain
grayneae. Cattle came in a long
Tina up to the barred galea of the
farmyard* and over the raatlng land
was a dark glow.
Carol had found the dignity and
greet ne.i* which had failed her In
Main Street.
an
Tin they bad a maid they took
noon dinner aad • o'clock supper at
lira. Qurrey'a boarding bouae.
lira. Ella ha Ourrey. relict of Dea
con Ourrey the dealer In bay and
grain, waa a pointed noaed. aim per
ing woman with Iron gray hair
drawn mo tight that It reaembted a
aoiled handkerchief covering her
head. But aha waa unexpectedly
cheerful and her dining room, with
It* thin table cloth on a long pine
table, bad the decency of clean bare-
In the line of timanlllng. method
ically chewing gueata, like boreea at
a manger, Carol came to dlatlnguiah
one countenance the pale, long,
apectacled face and aandy pompa
dour hair of Mr. Raymond P. Wuth
era poo a. known aa "Raymie," pro
feaalonal bachelor, manager and one
half the nJea force In the a hoe de
partment of the Bon Ton Store.
"You will enjoy Gopher Prairie
very much, Mrs. Kennlcott," peti
tioned RaymJe. ilia eye* wars like
thaw of a dog waiting to be let In
out of the cold He passed the
stewed apricots effusively. "There
are A gr«*t many bright, cultured
people here. Mr*. Willi*, the Chris
tian Science reader, la a very bright
woman—tho I am not a Krtentist my
self, In fact J sing In the Episcopal
choir. And Miss Kherwln of the
high school—she Is such a pleasing,
blight girl—l was fitting her to a
pair of tan gaiters yesterday, I de
clare, It really was a pleasure."
"OlmmS the butter, Carrie," was
Kennloott's comment. Hhe defied
him by encouraging Raymle:
"Do you have amateur dramatics
and so on here?"
"Oh yes! The town's Just fuH of
talent. The Knights of Pythia* put
on a dandy minstrel show last year."
"It's nice you're so enthusiastic."
"Oh, do you really think so? Lots
of folks Jolly roe for trying to get
up shows and so on. I tell them they
have more artistic gifts than they
know. Just yesterday I was saying
to Harry Haydock: If he woul<J read
poetry. Uke Longfellow, or If he
would Join the band—l get so much
pleasure out of playing the cornet,
and our band leader, Del Snafflln, la
such a good musician, I often say
he ought to give up his barberlng and
become a professional musician, he
oould play the clarinet In Minneapo
lis or New York or anywhere, but—
THE SEATTLE STAR
EVERETT TRUE
(■■■■•■■■■■ l
One* mora the first policeman
•railed.
"How bad waa laatfla to lllir
ba saJd.
"Tea," aald daddy, -that's What
David and I came to find out
about. Wa know, of course, that
no town, old or new. big or little,
la an good, but we'd Uke to bear
some of your memorlea about ar
rests and things. lly the way, do
you happen to remember the first
lawbreaker you had to arreat In
Seattle r
"There weren't se many laws
to break In those days," ha re
plied. "Nobody ever exceeded the
speed limit with what we got
around In then. And a man could
hitch hla borae to anything
handy without fear of a 'no park
ing' algn.
"Prohibition hadnt been
thought of, I guess, but It waa In
connection with beer that that
first arreat was made.
"Chrla owned a little saloon
down at the foot of Cherry sL and
a little sort of beer shop up on
Fourth and Cherry which men
sort of used to sit around In and
loaf.
"We'd had mmt trouble with
rowdies before (that's why th«
council elected me chief of police,
I guem). TTp to that time we'd had
only a town marshal. but down
In JalL
"That Jail stood down on the
sand spit and was built of four*
hut I couldn't get Harry to see It at
all and—l hear you and the doctor
wsnt out hunting yeaterday. Loyely
oountry, Isn't ItT And did yon make
Home calls? Tlis mercantile life Isn't
Inspiring llks medicine. It must be
wonderful to sea how patients trust
you, doctor 7"
"Huh. It's me that's got to do all
the trusting. Be damn sight more
wonderful 'f they'd pay their hills,"
grumbled Kennloott and, to Carol,
ha whiskered something which
RyHftM CTclkmU »
498
NOT SO VKBY WICKKD
around the wharf and sooth of
Cherry. nights war* often—aort of
wild.
"Welt one night I waa walking
my beat—"
"What year were yon elected
chief of police?" Interrupted
daddy.
"In ISM." be replied. "1 waa
down on Second and Cherry when
I hear a commotion up the hill
and down the wooden sidewalk I
saw Chris come running.
" 'Here, officer.' he called ta
ma. 'arreat thoae men. They're
disturbing the peace.'
"I hurried up to the corner and
theta to front of hla beer room
were two sailor boys and some
other men. •
"Chrla had got all the boys'
money for beer and then tried to
put them out. and the boys had
put Chrto out of hi* own place.
"One of them threw a brick at
me, but I caught It In my hand
and nobody waa hurt, hut I had
to arreat the boya and put them
Inch planks and when the tide waa
In It waa eurrounded hy water.
"I got the toys In and locked
the door and went on about my
bualnesa.
"Now, Td fined TTiem 115 apiece
and two months In Jail, but the
mora I thought about It, the more
I felt It waa somehow wrong.
" There are those boys,' I'd say
to myself, 'away from home, hjl
alone. Chrla got them drunk and
got all their money, they aren't '
bad boya.'"
(To Be OoadnwO
sounded Ilka "gentleman ban."
But Raymle's pale eyea were water
Ing at her. She helped him with,
"So you Ilka to read poetry?"
"Oh yea, so much—tho to tell
ths truth, I don't get much time
for reading, we're always so busy
at the store and — But we bad the
dandiest professional reciter at the
Pythian sisters' sociable last win
ter."
Carol thonght she hear a grant
from the traveling salesman at the
Tom's Idea of Bobbed Hair
She Isn't Reducing
BY CONrX)
"Hu anything b«a h«rd froa
Philip Ame*r' 1 wktd.
Mrs. Amen recoiled visibly.
"lie has callad many time*—but I
hava not talked to him." aba said.
"Do you know anything about
how he toT* I ventured.
I hesitated at pressing something
which 1 knew waa painful, upon Mrs.
Ameis but I bad been unable to
throw off a certain queer, uneasy
feeling about Philip.
"Helga." Mrm. Ames waa serious,
"I can't exactly aay I hata Philip
Amea, because I am aa entity aa he
—but I can't talk about him."
And that cloned the subject for
the day, but I had a feeling aa 1
looked out over the lilac beds* of
spring night memories, that Philip
Amea had not been dismissed.
Aa the shadows lengthened, IJla
left me to the quietness of my own
room. I waa glad to bo alone with
my own thoughts.
end of the table, and Kennioott'a
Jerking elbow was a grunt embod
ied. She persisted:
"Do you get to see many playi.
Mr. WuthernpoonT"
He ahone at her like a dim blue
March moon, and sighed. "No, but
I do love the movlea. I'm a real
fan. One trouble with books Is
that they'.<e not ao thoroughly aafe
guarded by Intelligent censors as
the movies are, and when you drop
Into the library and take out a book
you never know what you're wast
ing your time on. What I like In
books la a wholesome, really Improv
ing story, ahd aometlmea— Why,
once I started a novel by this fellow
Ralaac that you read about, and It
AT THE CORNISH
Wednesday Eve., Oct. 19
ReqvfMt Performance «f (kt
Four One-Art Plays
"Neighbors"
"Aria da Capo"
"Riders to the Sea"
AID
"Joint Owners in Spain"
Te SNI tkr 4nmmm4 at IkIM ok*
••aid not prerare tickets last
weak
mGLB TICKKTH. «X.M
At the Baa Offlee. PI as Was 'Tax
Daddy. Boldt's Butterhorns are de
licto iul—Adver Uaement.
THE OLD HOME TOWN
WHEN A WOMAN TELLS.
CHAPTER LXV—WE GO TO SEE JOHN AMES
By RUTH ACNES ABEUNC
<a»rrriff»t mi t? m—ttu iur)
I took out from under the little
Jewel case on my dreaalng table a
much-creased bit of white paper and
read again the words there:
"I thought, at first. It waa you.
Thank God it wasn't"
I waa glad, even though fata
should always conspire to keep Tom
and me apart, that I had no lilac
hedgq memorlea.
1 went to sleep with a sense of se
curity, glad that I had at least* been
trying to be four.square. .
The bouse was stirring early the
next morning.
Mrs. Amea, It seemed, had not slept
well In anticipation of her trip to
her husband. She waa up with the
dawn. Slu sparkled at breakfast.
She waa almost her old self, except
that there was something more mel
low and more sweet about her" at
tractiveness.
Tom cam* early and we set out
told how a lady wasnt living with
her husband, I mean she wasn't
his wife. It went Into, details, dis
gustingly! And the English was real
poor. I spoke to the library about
It. and they took It off the shelves.
I'm not narrow, but I must ray 1
don't see any use In this deliberately
dragging In Immorality! Life Itself
is ao full of temptations that In lit
erature one wants only that which
is pure and uplifting."
"What's tha name of that Balsac
yarn? Where can I get hold of It?"
giggled the traveling salesman.
Raymie ignored him. "But the
movies, they are mostly clean, and
their humor— Don't you think that
tha most essentia] duality for a per
son to have is a sense of humor?**
"I don't know. I really haven't
much," said Carol.
He shook his finger at her. "Now,
now. you're too modest. I'm mire we
can all sea that you have a perfectly
corking sense of humor. Besides.
Dr. Kennicott wouldn't marry
a lady that didn't have. W» all
know how ba his fun!"
"Tou bet. I'm a Jokey old bird.
'Come on. Carrie; let's beat It," re
marked Kennicott.
Raymie Implored. "And what Is
your chief artistic Interest. Mrs.
Kennicott?**
"Ob—" Aware that tha traveling
salesman had murmured. "Dentist
ry," aha desperately haxardtto.
"Architecture."
-"TThat'a a real nice art. I've *l
BY ALLMAN
BY BLOSSER
BY STANLEY
Tom rod* In front with the chauffeur
and Mrs. Amtm and Itn back.
It «•a a wonderful road that we
took. It wound thru little gioraa
and, suddenly, past a house, desert
ed, Its paneless window frames and
many cables overhanging the way
like some threatening skeleton.
And somehow, later, as we sped
over the smooth road, the thought of
the empty skeleton house attached
Itself to Philip Ames and stuck la
my mind. Kike the house which was
no longer fit for human habitation,
he seemed to be the center of soma
subtle tragedy.
I tried to throw the feeling off, tat
aa the journey grew, so grew my
feeling of something fateful, some
thlng fearful, tn connection with
Mrs. Ames" brother-in-law^—the man
who had put his faith In the plea*
ure found with mlrage-llka woman.
(To Be Continued)
myi said —when Haydock & Simons
were finishing the new front on the
Bon Ton building, the old man cam*
to me, you know, Harry's father,
'D. H.,' 1 always call him. and ha
asked ma how 1 liked it, and 1 said
to him. 'Look here, D. H..' 1 said—
you see, he was going to leave tha
front plain, and 1 said to him. 'lt's
all very well to have modern light
ing and a big display space,' 1 said,
'but when you got that In. you want
to have some architecture, too," I
sulci, and be laughed and said ha
guessed maybe 1 was right, and so
he had 'am put on a cornice."
"Tin!" observed the traveling
salesman.
Raymie bared his teeth like a bel
ligerent mouse. "Well, what If It
U tin? That's not my fault. I told
D. H. to make It polished granite.
You make mo tirod!"
"Leave us go! Come on. Carrie,
leave us go!" from Kennicott.
R&ymle waylaid them in the haS
and secretly Informed Carol that aha
mustn't mind the traveling sales
man* coarseness—ba belonged to
the hwa pollwa.
Kennicott chuckled, "Well, child,
how about ItT Do you prefer an
artistic guy like Kaymie to stupid
boob* like Sum Clark and me?"
"My dear! Let's gg home, and
play pinochle, and laugh, and b?
foolish, and slip up to bed. and steep
without dreaming. It's beautiful to
ba Just a solid cltlsenms!"
(Continued Tomorrow!
PACE It

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