Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-02
u.-Oontinued.

OF the love-making of: Carol and
Will Kennicott there Is nothing to be
told which may not be heard on every
summer evening, on every shadowy
block.
They were biology and mystery;
their speech was slang phrases and
flares of petry; their silences were
contentment, or shaky crises when
his arm took her shoulder. All the
beauty of youth, first discovered when
it Is passing-and all the common
~placeness of a well-to-do unmarried
man encountering a pretty girl at tho
time when she is slightly weary of her
employment and sees no glory ahead
nor any mar she is glad to serve.
They liked each other honestly
they ereSboth honest. She was dis
appointed by his devotion to making
money but h vas sure that he did
not lie to patients, and that he did
keep up with the medical magazines.
What aroused her to something more
than liking was his boyishness when
they went tramping.
They walked from st. Paul down
the river to Mendoza, Kennicott more
elastic-seeming in a cap and a soft
crepe shirt, Carol youthful in a tam
o'-shanter of mole velvet, a blue serge
suit with an absurdly and %agreeably
broad t%urn-down, linen collar, and
The High Bridge crosses the Mis-
slssippi, mounting from low banks to
a palisade of cliffs. Tar down beneath
it on the st. Paul side, upon mud
flats, is a wild settlement of chicken
infested gardens and shanties patched
together from discarded sign-boards.
sheets Of corrugated iron, and planks
fished out of the river. Carol leaned
over the rail of the bridge to look
down at this Yang-tae village; in de-
licious imaginary fear she 'shriekcj
thai she was dizzy with the height;
and 1t, an extreme y human salts
faction to have a strong male snatch
her back to safety, instead of having
a logical woman teacher or librarian
sniff. Well, II you're scared. why
don't you get away from the rail,
them"
From the cliffs across the river Car
oil and kennicott looked back at St
Paul o n its hills; III imperial sweep
from the dome of the cathedral to the
dome Of the slate capitol,
The river road led past rocky field
slopes deep glens. woods flambuoyapt
now with September, to Mendoza,
white wallis and a spire among trees
beneath a hill, old-world in it's placid
eass. And for this fresh land, the
place is ancient. Here is the bold
stone house which General Sibley, the
king OF fur-traders, built in 1895, with
Plaster of river mud, and ropes OF
twisted grass for laths. 1t has an air
Of centuries. In it's solid rooms Caro-
and Kennicott found prints from 9TH
er days which the house had seen-
tail-coats OF robin's-egg blue. clumsy
Bed River carts laden with luxurious
furs. ,whiskered Union soldiers in Sian,
forage caps and rafting sabers.
It suggested to them a common
American past, and it vas memorable
because they had discovered It to.
gether. They talked more t~rustingly
more personally, rs they trudged on
They crossed the Minnesota river in q
rowboat ferry. They climbed the iii
to the round stone tower Of For,
tn, Mississippi and the Minnesota
and recalled the men who had come
here eighty years ago-Maine lumber.
men YORK traders. soldiers from me
Maryland hills.
ITS q good country, and I'm proud
OF X. Let's make 1t all that those
old boys dream d about n n
tina rnsd Kenlicott was moved to vow
GONE on. Come to Gopher Prairie
Shcw US. Make the town Well
make 1t artistic. It's mighty pretty
but I'll admit we aren't any too darr
artistic. Probably the undergrad
isn't as scrupulous an all these Greek
temples. But go to 1t! Make III
change!"
II would Ike to. Some day.
Now! You'd love Gopher Prairie
We've been doing Al lot with lawns and
gardening the past few years and III
80 homey--the big trees and And
the best people on earth And keen
i bet Luke Dawson--'
Carol but, half listened to thu
names. She could not fancy thet,
aver becoming important TO her.
II bet Luke Dawson has GOT more
money than Heat q the swells On