Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-12-02
EVENING ED1TIQN. .

,onscious life. We're%sttEedsSo
drmiping and sleeping a~nqSas5ssxtmSs
were tired Of seeing just q s@snyae:SGs
Mo able to be OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES @@
tired of always deferrlng s ats
nart generation. We're tired QA NJ n1nSs39 aassSEll
~ me uoliticians and prieatseeSsssAA A4g
nas,t,ons reformners (and theEainMNIlSsss
an5si) coax us, Be calm! ai 1LHoSgE
tiant! Wait! We have the plaMsII9Es III
a Utopia already made; Sl4ySAa
a bit more time'and wei IA Ss
trust us: we're wiser than yqu.SSaISSyu
ten thousand years y sssasShss@sH1sSss@s
We want our Utopia n MysTESf &
roing to try our hands at it:sss ~
wa MT is-verything for all of8uss#pps38h5&
! everv housewife and every n9sn0ka
man and every Hindu ionaiiassa AMs q
every teacher. We want eVerytNaANns4 sS
We sha'n't get it. So we HS
1 be content as..@atsn.@Saa
h wondered why ne "ssT iSSNi sHTN$$
He broke in: Sa.ssssAiIg
hone YOU don't class yourselfaWitisdh aN
lot of trouble-making a~borSleAd ulel. y
Democracy is all right heofn8tcas! yss 4
f! and I'll admit there are 1inNlssIllaAt
iniustices. but I'd ather ha~ve8sSnfehgah
thar see the. world educe ~
level of mediocrity' - re.usS ,s,sssnns
lieve that you a anything.
mon with a lot of laboring menBMTTSo'ws-
ing for bigger wages so that tltsyscan
buy wretched llirvers and hideous 8
plaYer-pianos and
, At this second, in Buenos Ayresss8ia.
newspaper editor broke his routlneTD h
being bored by exchanges sassert,.
"Anv Injustice is better than seeing
the world reduced to a gray leXea5ol
scientific dullness." At this .ssecond
~ clerk standing at the bar of3asNeW
York saloon stopped milling his SEE
cret fear Of his nagging t1cesMah
+, ager long enough to grown alsBSL D
chauffeur beside him. "AW, YOU W. 9ss
ri, lists make me sick! I'm ans ndlEsSss
vid,,alist. I amt going to be naggedeSis
nv no bureaus and take orders OF ~
h~or-leaders. And mean to saEE$AiAFS
hobo's as good as you and me !! ,E...SGs.ss
At this second Carol rea lied n
for all Guys love Of dead
his timidity was as depressing 10 & 1
as the bulkiness< OF sam olark: vi
realized that he was not a. mysteryssSassss
she had cxcitedly believed; not a Eo-.SS
mantle messenger. from the WortSdfS@
outside on whom she could count 1 Ere
escape. He belonged to fGoPneEN
Prairie. absolutely. She was snatcned
back from a dream OF a countrieAA ~
and found herself on Nam otreet: sui
you don't want to be mixed up ~
all this orgy of meaningless diseoHksss
tent?' M
I'm not heroic. I'm scared by all the
fighting that's going on in the worlds3
I want mobility and adventure puE51
perhaps ! want still more to curl onV
the hearth with some ono love- Il
"Wouli you--
He did not finish it. Hep licked upT
a handful of popcorn. let It runsh
through his fingers, looked at her$
wistfu]ly. ~
with the loneliness of one who has
put away n possible low Carol saw
, that he was a stranger. h saw that
t frame on which she had hung shinA
ing garments. IT she had let him
7 d%ifidently make love to her, 1t was
not because she cared. but because
she did not care, a it did not
t matter,
= She smiled at him with the exasper-
, atihg tactfulness of a woman check
( ing a filtration; a smile like an airy
t pat on the arm. She sighed, You're
a lear to let me tell you my imagi-
t nary troubles" She bounced up,snnd
' trilled. 'Shall we take the pop-corn:in
| to them now?'
l While she leased Vida and Kenni-
t colt h was repeating, II must 80
on"
W.
Miles Bjornstam. the pariah Red
! Swede,' a brought his circular saw
and portable. gasoline engine to the
house, to cut the cords OF poplar for|
: the kitchen rangc Kennicott hadt
= given the order: Carol Knew nothing
t of it till she heard the ringing of the
saw. and glanced out to see Bjorn-
STAN in back leather jacket and en-
ormous ragged purple mittens, press
ing sticks against the whirling blade.
and flinging the stove-lengths to ono
side. The red irritable motor kept
up a red irritable ''tip-tip-tip-tip-tip."
The whine of the saw rose till it
simulated the shrek of a fire-alarm
whistle at night, but always at the
end it gave a Lively metallic clang.
and in the stiffness she heard tho
fump of the cut stick falling on tho
pile. A
Continued Tomorrow Evening.
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