Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-22
EVENING EDITION.

the toe, and an unexplained eei glass
Mrs. Cass's first remark was, II
must show you al my pretty things
and art objects"
She piped, after Carols appeal:
IT see. You think the New Eng.
| land villages and Colonial houses are
81 much more cunning than these
M,ddlewestern towns. I'm glad You
| feel that way. You'll be interested to
; know I was born in Vermont"
"And don't you think we ought to
try to make Gopher Praa-
MY gracious no! We.cant AFFORD
We ought to retrench, and not let the
city council spend another cent. Uh
- Don't you think that was a
grand paper Mrs. Westlake read about
Tolstoy? l vas SO glad she pointed
out how all his silly soctalistic ideas
failed"
Kennicott said. that evening. Not in
Twenty years would the council pro-
pose or Gopher Prairie vote the funds
for a new city hall.
Carol had avoided exposing her
plans to Vida Sherwin. She was shy
Of the big sister; Vida Sherwin would
either laugh at her or snatch b idea
and change it to suit heroelf. But
there was no other hope. when Vida
came in to tea Carol sketched her
Utopia.
Vida was soothing but decisive:
"My dear, you're AL of. I would
like to see it: a real gardeny place to
shut out the gales. But It can be
done. What could the clubwomen &C
compksh?"
'~rheir husbands are the most inn
portant men in town. They are h
town."
but the town as a separate unit
is not the. husband Of the Tha11atop-
sis. II you knew the trouble we had
in getting the city council to spend
the one and cover the pumping
station with vines! Whatever vow
may think OF Gopher Priarie women,
they're twice as progressive 40 the
men,"
But can't the men sec the ugli~
ness?"
'9They don't think it's ugly. And
how can you prove it? Matter lot
taste. Why should they like what .
Boston architect likes?"
what they like is to- sell prunes!"
We'll, why not? Anyway, the
point is that you have to work from
the inside, with what we have. rather
= than from the outside, with foreign
ideas. The shell ought not to be
io,oSe on me spHtt. II Can DC! Inc
4 bright shell has to grow out Of the
( spirit and express it That means
4 waiting. II we keep after the city
council for another ten years they
may vote the bonds for q new
school" M =
II refuse to believe that il they
saw it the biz men would be too tight
listed to spend a few dollars each for
a Observation-Disclosures and lee
lures and plays, all done c]o.opera.
tively!"
You mention the word ~'co-opera-
tive to the merchants n they'll
lynch you! The one thing they fear
more than mail-order houses is that
q farmers cooperative movements may
d get started 49,
The secret trails that lead to
scared pocket-books! Always. in ev-
erything! And l. don't have any of
'e h fine ~melodrama of fiction: the
IS light. I'm merely blocked by stupid
g ity. Oh. know I'm a fool. I dream
p Of Venice, and ! live in Archansel
m ana scold because the Northern seas
er aren't tenler-colored. But at least
they sha'n't keep ME from flowing
j. Venice, n sometime I'll run away
We - All right. No more"
Fe She flung out her hands in a ges-
Ill ture of reunciation. -
es vi. Il
at Early May; wheat sprihging up in
It. blades like grass; corn and potatoes
We being planted; the land humlning. Fol
as two days there had been steady rain.
"a Even IN own the roads We're a fur
r rowea welter of mud, hideous to view
&c and difficult to cross. Main Street
was a black swamp from curb to
We curb; on residence streets the grass
al parking beside the walks oozed gray
Or water. 1t was prickly hot, yet, the
it town was barren under the bleak sky.
Softened neither by snow nor by way
as ing boughs the house squatted and
n scoWled, revealed in their unkempt
harshness. "
= AS she dragged homeward Carol
lg looked with distaste at her clay-lond-
IS ed rubbers, the smeared hem of her
skirt. She passed Lyman Cass's PIN
If nacled, dark-red, hulking house. She
T. waded a streaky yellow pool. This
ID morass was not her home, she, insist
id ed. Her home, and her beautiful
a town, existed in her mind. They had
&c already been created. The task was
~ done. What she really had been
n questlng was some one to share them
Id with her. Vida would not: Kennicott
w could not.
re some one to share her refuge,
Pollock. 49,
is She dismissed him. He was ton
VS. cautious. She needed a shirt AZ
young n unreasonable as her own.
~ And she would never. find it. Youth
would never come singing. She was
beaten.
ID Continued Tomorrow Evening.