Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-02
Summit Avenue; and Miss sherwin in

Summit Avenue; and Miss Sherwin in
the high school is a regular wonder
reads Latin like 1 do English; and
sam Clark, the hardware man, he's
a corker-not a. better man in the
state to go hunting with; and If you
want culture, besides Vida Sherwin
there's: Reverend Warren, the Congre-
gational preacher. and Professor Mott,
the superintendent of schools, and
Guy Pollock, the lawyer-they say he
writes regular poetry and-and
Raymie W~utherspoon, he's not such
an awful boob when you get to know
him.. and he sings swell. And
And there's plenty Of others. Lynn
Cass. Only of course none Of them
have your finesse, you might call it.
But they don't make 'em n mor
We're ready for you to boss u.s."
They sat on the bank below the
iparapet of the old fort, hidden from
observation. He circled her shoulder
with his arm!e Relaxed after the walk,
q chill nipping her throat, conscious
of his warmth and power, she leaned
gratefully against HIM.
You know I'm in love with you,
Carol"
She did not answer, but she touched
the back OF his hand with an explor-
ing finger.
you a I'm SO darn materialistic
How can 1 help it, unless 1 have you
to stir me up?"
She did not answer. She could moi
think.
You say a. doctor could cur, a
town the way he does a person. Well
you ure the town OF whatever ais it
if anything does, and I'll be your sur
gical kit" t4ft
She did not follow his words, onl,
the burning resoluteness Of them.
She was shocked, thrilled. as he
kissed her cheek and cried, There
no use saying things and saying thing.
and saying things. Don't my arm.
talk to you-now?"
ooh, please, pleased" She wondered
If she ought to be angry, but it was .a
drifting thought, and she discovered
that she vas crying. :
Then they were sitting six niche,
apart, pretending that they had never
been "a while sh tried to be i'm
PERSONAL:
II would like to--would like t o see
Gopher Prairie"
some snapshots down to show you"
Her cheek near his sleeve, she stud
led a dozen village pictures. The,
were streaky; she saw only trees
shrubbery, a porch indistinct in leafy
shadows. But she exclaimed over tn.
lakes: dark water rejecting wooded
bluffs, a flight Of ducks, a fisherman
in shirt sleeves and a wide straw hat
holding UP a string Of croppies. One
winter picture of the edge<of Plovel
Lake had the air Of an etching: lus,
trous slide of ice. snow in the ~crevice.
of a Doggy bank, the mound of {
Do,elr,< A@,,co ~enNcs{o <li~ II hlo@1
Zines, arches Of frosty grasses. 1t wa,
an impression of cool clear vigor.
How'd it be to skate there for {
couple Of hours, or go znging alont
on a fast ica-boat, and skip ! bacl
home for coffee and some hot wien
ies?" he demanded.
ut might be-fun."
But here's the picture. Here:
where o come in" "
A photograph Of q forest clearing
pathetic. new burrows stragglin,
among stunrps. clumsy log cabin
chinked with mud and rooted will
with -td~Kht-drawn hair and a bah!
bedraggled, smeary. glorous-eyed.
Those r theykind OF folks I prac
tice among, good share OF the time
Nels Erdstrom, fine clean younl
Svenska- He'll havea corking farm
in ten years, but now L operatet
his wife on a kitchen table. with m.
driver giving the anesthetic. Look a
that racred baby! Feeds somA WOW
an with hands like yours. Waiting TO
yor' Jus lobk at that baby's eyes
lcc'- hcw he'e b.r~rg-'
Don't! They hurt me. Oh. 1
W. ID be sweet to help h,m-s'
sweet" Il
IA his arms moved toward her sh'
ah=verea all her doubts with "Swae'
80 sweet"