Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-25
CHAPTER XIII.

She tried, more from loyalty than
from desire, to call upon the Perrys
on a November evening when Kenni-
colt was away They were not at
home: !
Lik a child who has no one to play
with she loitered through the!t dark
hall. To the person who opened she
where the Perrys are {" She realized
that it was Guy Pollock.
I'm awfully sorry. Mrs. Kennicott.
but l don't know. Won't you come in
and wait for them"
!"W-why-" she observed. as she
reflected that in Gopher Prairie it is
not decent to a on Il man; as she
decided that no, really, she wouldn't
so \in: n as she went in. >
Il didn't know your office was up
here"
les, office, town-house, and cha
tea in Picardy. But YOU can't see
the chateau n town-house (next to
the Duke Of Sutilcr and's). They're
beyond that inner Goor They arc a
cot and u wash-stand and my other
suit and the blue crepe tic you said
you liked"
"Of course. I always shall. Please
try this chair"
She glanced about the rusty office
-gaunt stove, shelves Of tan law
books, desk-chair filled with newspa-
pers so long sat upon that they in
holes and Smudged to grayness. There
were only two things which suggested
Guy Pollock. On the green felt OF the
ta~b.e-desk, between legal blanks and
a clotted inkwell. was a cloisson vase.
On a swing shelf was a row Of books
unfamiliar to Gopher Prairie: Mosher
editions of the poets, black and red
German novels, a'~Charles Lamb in
crushed levant.
Guy did. not sit down. He quar-
tered the office. a greyhound on the
scent; a greyhound with glasses tilted
forward on his thin nose, and q silky
indecisive brown mustache. He had a
at the creases in the sleeves. She
noted hat he did not apologize for it.
as kennicott would have done.
. He made conversation: II didn't
know you were q bosom friend of
the Perrys. Champ. is the sat of the
earth but somehow 1 can't imagine
him joining you in symbolic dancing,
or making improvements on the Dies
cl engine"
No. He's.a dear soul, bless him,
but he belongs in the National Muse
am, along with General Grants sword.
and I'M oh, I suppose I'm seek
ing for a. gospel that will eyangelize
Gopher Prairie"
"HReally? :Evangeilze lite WHAT
ITO anything that's definite. Serf-
BUSINESS or righteousness or both.
wouldn't care whether it was a abor-
atory or a~5carnival. But it's merely
safe. Tell me, MI. Pollock, what is
the matter with Gopher Prairie?"
rs anything the matter with 1t?
Isn't there perhaps something The
matter with you and me? MAY
join you In the honor Of having some
thing the matter?)"
"tYea thanks.1 No, I think It's
the town."
than biology? r."
but I'm NOT only more interested
in biology than the Jolly Seventeen,
but also in skating! Ill skate with
them. or slide. o. throw, snowba ls
just. az gladly as talk with YOU.
("Oh no!'.') VI {
C.Yes!)5 But they want to- stay
home and embroider.
Perhaps. Pm not defending the
firmed doubter OF myself. (Probably
+ I'm conceited abou. my lack OF con-
GETTY ANYWAY, Gopher Prairie Ism
particularly bad. It's like all villages
lin all counties. Most p aces that have
lost the smell OF earth but not YET
/ acquired the smell OF patchouli---or Of
factory-smoke-are just az suspicious
and righteous. I wonder 1.-THE small
Gown isn't. with some ioyely Sexcep'
4 these dulI markef.towns may be a
obsolete al mohasseries. q i'm.
aejne the farmer and his local store
I manager going by r~1010rail. at the