The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-10-19

'arcl meets the smart set % Gopher |
nsersation and By their party ''stun,a-
ing between the strands OF a barbcd
wire fence. The walking was hard
on her pavcment-trained feet. The
earth was iumpy, the stuhblc prickiy
and lined with grass. thissles. sbor.
tive stumps OF clover. She dragged
and floundercd.
She heard keunicott gasp. Look
Three gray birds were starting ur
from the stubble. They were round
dumpy. like enormous humble bees
Kennicott was sighting. moving the
barrel. She was agitated Why dldnr
he firei The birds would be gone
Then a crash. another. and two
birds turned somersaults IN the air,
pumped down.
when he showed her the birds she
had no sensation Of blood. These
heaps OF feathers were 70 soft and
ADMINISTRATORS was about them nc
hint OF death. she watched her con
quering man tuck them into his In
side pocket. and trudgcd with him
back TO the buggy.
They found no more prairie chick
ems that morning.
At noon they drove into her firs,
farmyard. . private village. . white
house with no porches save a Low
and quite dirty stoop at the back. a
crimson barn with white trimmings.
a siaxed brick silo. an ex-carriage
shed. nov the garage OF a Ford. an
implanted cow stable. chicken house.
a pig pen. corn crib. \ granary.
the galvanized iron skeleton tower
OF windmill. The dooryard was OF
packed yellow clay. trecicss. barren
of grass. Uttered with rusty piow.
shares and wheels OF discarded cult.
vators- Hardened tHmplcd mud. like
lava. filled the pig pen. The doors
Of the house were CRIME rubbed. the
cosncrs and caves were rasted with
rain. and the child Who stared al
them from the kitchen window was
srueary-fzced But beyond the barn
was a eiump Of scarlet gcrAniums
the prairie breeze was sunshine IN
motion: the flashing metal blades Of
the windmill revoivcd with lively
hum. . horse Weighed. q rooster
crswed. martins flew In and out OF
the COW stable
A small spare woman with ff&xen
hair trottcd from the house. She
was twAnging . Swedish pAtots--
not In monot0ne. IKE Engiixh. but
singing n. with lyrical whine:
Pete he say ycu kom pretty soon
hunting. doctor. Ny. dots fine you
kom. L. dis d. brder ohhhh. We
yocst say las night W hope maybe
W see her some dAy. Ny. soch q
pretty IAdyys Mira Rnstad wAs shin
Ing with wslcome ~vcfl vein Ay
hope you lax dis countrys Won't you
stay for dfnnsr. docforr
NO. but vondex q you wouldn't
IKE 10 give ~ . gia0 of uzflkr''
cundenanded KAnnicoel
wen Az should NJ Az vfns You
Walt haS . second and Az run On de
mirk -houses She nervUux1y has
tened To . Tiny red building beside
the windmill: she came back with
. pitcher Of milk from which Carol
fitled the thermos botfie.
A. kIry ufVvS SkI AAFOi 84rtux<0
SHE'S the dearest thing ! ever ssw.
And ahs adores you You are The
Lord OF the Manor"
oh. no. much pleased -but stfll
tbsy do ask my advice about thfnGs-
Bully people. these scandinavian
farmers- And prosperous. too. HeIga
Rustad she's SIN scared Of America.
but her kids win Be doctors and law.
yers and governors OF the state and
any darn thing they want to-
Il wonder" Carol was plunged
back into last nights wsltschmerz.
Il wonder " these fArmery aren't
bigger than We arey 50 simple and
hard-working- Tho town lives on
them We townies Ers pArasftes. and
yet ~ feel superior 70 them Last
night I heard Mr.. Haydock taking
about hicks-' Apparently he dcspises
the farmers becauss they haven't
reached the social heights Of selling
thread ana buftons."
Parasites? Us7 where'd the farm
ers be without the town. Who lends
them money! Who-why. We supply
them with everything
Don't you find that poms q the