Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-12-29
CHAPTER xx1x.-oontinued.

OAAkA1 Ell
You must let yourself go more
when you're drawing"
Don't know If I can. I've started
| kind of late. But listen! What do
you think I've done this two weeks?
I've read almost clear througha Lat
in grammar, and about twenty pages
of Caesar"
Splendid. You are lucky. You
haven't a teacher to make you arti-
fetal"
You're my teacher!"
sonality to his voice. She was Of
Tended and agitated.t She turned her
shoulder on him, stared through the
back window, studying this typical
center of a typical Main Street block.
a vista hidden from casual strollers.
The backs Of the chief establishments
in town surrounded a quadrangle
neglected, dirty, and incomparably
dismal From the front, Rowland &
Gould's grocery was SNUG enough.
but attached to the. ear was a lean
to of storm-streaked pine lumber with
a sanded tar roof-a staggering doubt
ful shed behind which was a heap of
ashes, splintered packing boxes. shreds
of excelsior, crumpied straw board,
broken -olive-bottles. rotten fruit, and
utterly disintegrated vegetables:
orange carrots turning black, and po-
tatoes with ulcers The rear Of the
Bon Ton Store was grim with blister
ed black-painted iron shutters, under
them a pile Of once glossy red shirt
boxes, now a pulp from recent rain.
AS seen from Main Street, Oleson
& McGuire's Meat Market had a aani-
tary INC virtuous expression with it's
new tile counter. fresh saWduSt on
the floor, n a hanging veal cut In
rosettes. But h now viewed a back
room with a homemade refrigerator
of yellow smeared with black grease.
A man in ancapron spotted with dry
blood was hosting out a hard slab
of meat.
Behind Billy's Lunch, the cook. in
an apron which must, long ago have
been white, smoked a/pipe and spat
at the pest of sticky flies. In the Ger
ter OF the block. by itself. was the
stable for the. three horses Of the
drayman, and beside it a pile Of ma
nure.
The real of Ezra stowbodys bank
was whitewashed, and back of 1t was
a concrete walk and a three-foot
barred, and behind the bars she saw
Willis Woodford cramped over figures
in pompous books. He raised bis head.
jerktly rubbed his eyes, and went back
to the, eternity OF figures.
The backs of the other shops were
an im~pressionistic picture Of dirty
grays. drained browns. writhing heaps
of refuse.
Mine Is a backyard romance
! with a journeyman tailor!"
She vas saved from self-pity as she
began. to think through Erik's mind.
She turned to him with an indignant.
ITS disgusting that this 10 all you
have to look at"
He considered 1t. Outside there?
I don't notice much. I'm learning
TO look inside. Not awful easy!"
Yes. must be hurrying."
AS she walked home-without hur-
rying-Ghe remembered her father
Saying to a serious ten-year-old Carol,
Lady, only q fool thinks hes super
for to beautiful bindings. but only q
double distilled fool reads nothing
but bindings"
She q startled by the return or
her father, startled by d sudden con-
viction that In this sflaxen boy she
had found the gray renoent Judge
who was divine. love. perfect under
standing. She debated It. furiousIy
denied II. reafgrmeda II, ridiculeA It,
OF one thing she was unhappily cer-