Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-12-24
EVENING EDITION..

II idea that. he's got 70 much better
rtannsFs md ali than what .the.reSt
of Us have, Hutsif thakss what he calls
manners, I want TO know"
n CRrol again studied the carving
knife. Blood on the Wilderness Ola
tablecloth might b~ecgorssous.
a aRooi Nsproue is.~po.abintses.
+ Is,s,y yourself ore n.r1 1sass.ts aa /
really 18th thirty? That Soy can't 50
more than tw%snty,fiye." .s s.
She went calling.
Boarding With the Widow BoGart<
was fern Mullins, a girl Of twenty :
two who was to be teacher Of sngltsh,
French, and gymnastics In the high
school this coming session. u 4 Fern
Mullins had come TO town early, tor
the stx-weeks normal course for o6uI-
try teachers Carol had noticed her
on the street, had heard 0lmoet IS
much about hsr as about Erik. VAL
borg She was tail, Weedy,s pretty,
and incurably raktAh. Whether she
wore 4 low MILDLY collar OF dressed
reticently for school in q black suit
airy, fMppant. ':'She looks like an. ab-
solute lofty" said all the Mira sam
Clarks, disapprovinEly and all the
Juanita F1aydocks, e%nviously.
That Sunday evening, sitting IN bag
| by canvas lawn-chnirs beside the
house, the Kennicottc saw Fetlslaugh-
ing with Cy Bogart who, though still
q Junior in high school, was now =
lump. Of a man,*oniy two OF three
years younger than Fern. Cy had to
90 downtown for wcighty matters CON
nected with the pooi-parlOr:. , Fern
dropped onNt the Bogart porch, her chin
in her hands. ~,
"She looks lonely said Kepnicott.
She does, poor soul. I believe I'll
go over and speak to her. VI was
introduced to her at Dawes hut I
across tho lawn, a white. figure in the
din1ness, family. brushing the dewy
grass. She was thinking Of Erik and
Of the fact that her feet were wet, and ,
! she was cASual in her greeting:
Hello! Tho dootoe and l wondered
X you were lonely"
Resentfully, II ami"
Carol concentrated on her. my
dear, you eound SO! 1 know how 1t is.
fused to be tired when I was on-ths.
job was a librarian. What was
your colleee? 1 was Blodgett."
More interestedly, Il went to the
u" Fern meant the University Of
| Minnesota
You must have had a. splendid
time. Blodgett' was a bit DUH"
Where were YOU a librarian 2"
challenginely. i
"St. Paul-the main library"
"E7onest? Oh dear, I wish I was
back In the cities! This is my first
year Of teaching. and I'm scared stiff.
I did have the best time in college,.
dramatics and basketball and fusstng
and dancing-Im simply crazy about
dancing. And here, except when I
have the kids in gymnasium. class.
or when I'm chaperOning the basket
ball team IN q trip out-of-town, I
won't dare to move above a whisper.
I guess they don't are much;-if you
put any pep into teaching or not. as
long as YOU look Ikea Good Influ-
ence out OF school-hours-and that
means doing anything you want
to. This normal course is bad
enough, but the regular school will
a job in the: cities, I swear 1'd@resign
here. bet I won't dare to. go to u
single dance all winter. II I cut looso
n danced the way 1 like to, they'd
think I wass a perfect heiiion-poor
harmless me! Oh oughtn't to be
talking like this. Fern, yon never
could be casey!"
- oYlI, NC frightened, my dear! f.
Doesn't that sound atrocio usly
fold, and kind! I'm talking to. YOU
the way Mrs. Weslake talks to, ME!
That's having a husband and 3. kitct-.
en- range, I suppose. But I feel young
md / want to dance like alike q
hellion too. So / sympathixe."
Fern made a sound of gratitude.
Carol injured. What experience did
you have with college dramatics? I
Y tried IN ~ tort a l-{y,& - rik@yo 0N1o,
here. 1t was dreadful. I must tell
you about tt" H'I
Two hours later, when Kennicott
came we to greet Fern and to7 yawr,
Look here, Carrie, don't you sup
pose you better be thinking about
turning in I've got q hard day to-
tomorrow" the two were talking SO
intimately that they constantly inter-
ruptcd each other.
conveyed by a husband. and. decor
ously holding UP her skirts, Carol re-
joiced. Everything has changed! I
have two friends. Fern and But
who's the other? That's queer:
thought there was Oh, how, ao-
surd!'
".
n often passed. Erik vaaborg on,
the street; the brown jersey coat be-
driving with Kennicott, In early eve
ming. she saw him on the lake shore,
reading a thin book which might cas-!
lily have been poetry. She noted that.
he was the only person in the motor
ICED town who still took long walks,
Continued Tuesday Evening.