The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-11-10

want the same things--wc'rc all TO.
gcther. tho Industrial workers and
the women and the farmers and tho
negro race and the Asiatic coionic
and even a few of tho rcspcctabies
| It's all the same revolt. in all
the classes that have waited and
taken advice. | think perhaps we
want a more conscious life. Ws'rs
tired Of drudxinE and sleeping and
/ dying. Were tired of seeing just a
few people able 10 be individuaiists.
Were tired OF always dcferrinw hope
till the next generation. We're tire
OF hearing the politicians and prleafl
and cautious rcforrners mnd the hui
bands1 coax US. he calm He b.
tieni Wait We have the plans 10
a Utopia already made: Just give
us a bit more time and well pro
duce Il: trust us: we're wiser thsn
you For ten thousand year,
they've said that. We want our
Utopia now--and we're going 20 try
our hands at A. All We want IN
everything for all OF US. For ever
housewife and every lonxshorcmn y
and every Hindu nationalist an
every teacher. We want cvcrythinf
We Eha'nt get u. SO We shan
ever be content"
She wondered why he was wine
ing. Hc broke In:
See here. my dear. cortatnl,
hope you don't class yourself with
lot Of troubie-naking iabor.i~ad
ers' Democracy h all right thee
rcticaiiy. and I'll admit there are
Industrial injusticcz. but Id rather
have them than 500 the world re-
| duced to q dead level of mediocrity
refuse TO believe that you have
anything In common with a lot OF
iaboring men rowing for bigger
wages 90 that they can buy wretch
ed flivvcrs and hideous player
pianos and"
Al this second. In Buenos Ayres
a newspaper editor broke hts routine
OF being bored by exchanges 20
assert. ANY injustice is better than
seeing the world reduced to q graz
level OF scientific dulIness.- At this
second q clerk standing at the bar
Of New York saloon stopped mill.
ing his secret fear Of his naxgins
office manager long enough T.
growl at the chauffeur bcside him.
"Aw. you socialists make me sick,
I'm an individuaiist- I amt going
60 be nagxed BY no bureaus and
take orders off labor leaders. And
mean 10 say a hobos an good as
you and mey"
At this second Carol realized that
for all Guys love OF dead elcrances
his tirnsdity was as depressing 10
her as the bulkiness OF Sam Clark
She realized that he was not
mystery. as she had cxcttedly be.
Iieved. not a romantic messenger
from the world outside on whom
she could count for escape. lie be.
ionged TO Gopher Prairie. absolutely.
She was snstched back from
dream OF far countries. and found
herself on Main Street.
He was completing his protest.
You don't want to be mixed up
In all this orgy OF meaningless dis
content7"
She soothed him. mo, I don't. I'm
not heroic. I'm scared by all tho
fighting that's going on In tha
world I want nobility and sd.
venture. but perhaps / want still
more to curl on the hearth with
some one I love"
Would you"
He did not finish II. He picked
up n handful OF popcorn. let II
run thru his fingers. looked at her
wistfully.
with the loneliness of one who
has put away q possible love Carol
saw that he was a stranger. She
saw that he had never been any.
thing but a frame on which she
had hung shining garments. II she
had let him diffidentiy make love
TO her, IL was not because she
cared. but because she did not care.
because II did not matter.
She smiled at him with the ex.
aspcrating tactfulness of "A woman
checking a Irritation: a smile like an
airy pat on the arm. She sighed.
you're a dear to let me tell
you my imaginary troubles" She
bounced up, and trillod. Shall we
take the popcorn In to them now?
Guy looked after her desolately.
While she teased Vida and Kenni-
colt she was repeating. Il must 20
on"
Miles Bjornstam. the parfah "'Red
swede," had brought his circular
saw and portable gasoline engine 10
the house, to cut the cords OF pop
lar for the kitchen range. Kenni-
colt had given the order; Carol
knew nothing of II till she heard
the ringing Of the saw. and glanced
out TO see Bjornstam. in black
leather jacket and enormous ragged
purple mittens. pressing sticks
against the whiriing blade. and fling
ing the stove lengths to one side.
The red irritable motor kept UP a
red irritable Observation-Disclosures"
The whine OF the saw rose TIL II
simulated the shrek Of firc-alarm
whistle at night. but always at the