Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-12-02

now. 10 QlreCC en-, ana tell dlCnlIeCtS
how to bui'd towns; and make the
of highbrow stories about old maids
and about wives that don't know
what they want. Oh. we're q, terror!
+. Come on now, Carrie;
come out of it: wake up! You've got
a fine nerve. kicking about a movie
ilbccause it shows a few legs! Why,
you're always touting these Greek
dancers, or whatever they are, that
don't eve e a shimmy!"
But. dear. the trouble with that
flint wasn't that il got in so many
legs. but that it giggled coyly and
promised to show more of them, and
then didn't keep the promise. 1t
was Popping Toms idea of hunlor.'
II don't get you Look here now
She lay awake, while he rumbled
with sleep. .i.
IT must go on. Ny crank ideas,
he cal s them. I thought that adorine
him. watching him operate, would be
enough. 1t isn't. Not after the first
thrill. .,.,
II don't want to hurt him. But I
must go on. al
1T isn't enough, TO stand by while
he fills an automobile radiator and
chucks me bits Of information. ).
IF I stood by and admired him
long enough. 1 would be content. +
would become a nice little woman
The Village Virus. Already I'm
not reading anything. I haven't
touched the piano for a. week. I'm
letting the days drown in worship of
"a good deal. ten plunks more per
acre won't! l won't succumb!
How" I've failed 1t everything:
tho Tho tnpSiS rortioS p;oroorc o;%,-
hall, Guy and Vida. But 1t
doesn't matter! I'm not trying to re
form the town now. I'm not trying
to organize Browning Clubs, and sit
in clean white kids yearning up at
lecturers with ribbony eyeglasses. I
am trying to save my soul.
will Kennicott. asleep there;
trusting. me thinking he holds me
And I'm leaving lin All Of me left
him when he laughed at me. 1t
wasn't enough for him that I admired
him: 7 must change myself and grow
like him. He takes advantage. No
more. It's finished. [ will goRon."
Her violin lay OH top of the up
right piano. She picked 1t UP. Since
she had last touched it the dried
strings had snapped. and upon it lay
- ooAN 80 iAAiSN I'll r. 1
v.
She longed to see Guy Pollock. for
the confirming Of the bretheren in ,
faith. But Kennicott's dominance
was heavy upon her. She could not
whether she was checked
by fear or him. or by inertia-by dis
Ike of the emotional labor Of the
scenes which would be involved in |!
asserting independence. She was like1
he revolutionist at fifty: not afraid
If death. but bored by the probable
ty Of bad steaks and bad breatha
md sitting up all night on windy
"a rricades.
The second evening after the NOV
as she impusive'y summoned Vida
'herwin ana Guy to the house for
and cider. In the living.
pom Vida and Kannicotf debated
thu value OF manual training in
rades below the eighth while CafoI
at beside Guy 1t the dining table
uttering popcorn. She was quick-
ned by the speculation IN us eyes.
he murmured: -
Guy. do you want to help me
my dear! sHow?
II don't know"
He waited. p,r5
II think I want to help me
~ yemen Gray darkness ana
,adowy trees. We're all IN IT.. Ten
young married WON.
In linen collars, and grandmosners
80 ~nd nnt to teas, and wives OF W
srnaid nniners. and farmwives. VIZ
iiv iike "a make butter and Su.s
n,Irch. What Is It We ~. ,,o,,i.s
vii Kennicott. tners.a and
81 that we need 5lois O. nat There's