Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-04
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How could people ever live with
things like this?' she s~huddered. She
saw the furniture Us n circle of eide
ly judges, condemning her to death
chair squeaked, "Cnoke her-choke
her-smother her" The old linen
smel'ed of the tomb. She was alone
in this house, this strange still house,
among tho shadows Of dead thoughts
and haunting r%epresslons. Il hate it!
I hate it," she painted. "Why did |
| ever
She remembered that Ke%nnicott's
mother a brought these family rel
les from the old home in Lac-qui-
Meurt. "stop it! They're perfectly
Portable. Besides On, they're
horrible! Well change them. right
J away ~ .F,si
Then, 'But, of course he has to see
how. things are at the Office"
She made a; pretense of busying her
self with unpacking. The chin.z-
lined, silver-fftte bag which had
seemed so ,desirab ole a luxury in St
Paul was an e~xtravagant vanity here
The daring black che msei of frail chit.
fon and ace was a hussy at which
| the deep-bosomed bed stiffened in dis.
! gust. and she hurled it into a bureau
! drawer, hid it beneath a sensible Lin
en- blouse.
She gave up u%npacking. She went
+! to the window, with a purely literary
> thought of villag, charm-holly-
: hooks and lanes and apple-cheeked
!. cottagers. What she saw was the
side of The Sventh-Day Adventis,
church, plain clapboard wall of =
sour liver color; the ash-pile back o.
the church; an implanted stable; anC
= an o1lsv in 1rh iph a Pond 6o1ipor-
wagon had been stranded. This wa.
the terraced garden below her bou'
doir; this was TO be her scenery for
Il mustn't! l mustn't! I'm ncrvou.
this afternoon. Am 1 sick?
Good Lord, l hope it isn't that! No
now! How people lie! How these
stories lie! They say the bride is al
ways so blushing and proud and hap
Ply when she finds that out. but-I't
hate it! I'd be scared to death! Some
day but Please, dear nebulou'
Lord, not now! Bearded sniffy ole
men sitting and demanding that W,
bear children. If they had to beaJ
them! I wish they did have to
Not now! Not till I've got hold of thi
job of liking the ash-pile out there
~. I must shut up. I'm mild
insane. I'm going out for a walk. II
see the town by myself. My first view
Of the empire I'm going to conquer!'
She fled from-the house.
She stared with seriousness at ev
cry concrete crossing. every aitching
post, every rake for leaves; and u
each house she devoted all her spec
ulation. What would they come t,
mean? How would they look 81:
months from now? In which of then
would she be dining! Which Of thes
people whom she passed, now mer
arrangements of hair and clothes
would turn into intimates, loved o
dreaded. different from all the othe
people in the world?
AS she came into the small bust
ness section she inspected a broad
beamed grocer in Lii alpaca coat VIII
was bending over tho apples and eel
q cry on a slanted platform in front Q
+. his store. Would she ever talk t
him? What would he say II sh
Z stopped and stated, Il am Mrs. Ken
nicott- Some day ! hope to confid
that, a heap of extremely dubiou
], pumpkins as a window-display doesn
/ exhilarate me much.A
(The grocer was Mr.. Frederick /
Ludelmeyer, whose market Is at. tn
corner OF Main street and Iincol
avenue. In s%uppostng that only sh
was observant Carol was ignoran
misled by the indifference of cite
|, She fancied that she was slippin
through the streets invisible: b,
, when she had passed, Mr. Ludelmeye
pulled into the store and coughed 4
his clerk,f'I seen asyoung woman. sh
come along the side street. bet sh
is Doc Kennicott's new birds, gc.,t
locker, nice legs, but she wore q. he
OF a plain suit, no style. IswDnder vi
she pay cash.. I bet she goes follow
|, land & Gould's more az she does her
what you done with the poster fe
Fluffed Oats?")
8 III. g
When Carol had walked for thirty
two minutes che had completely COY
cred the town, cas-. and west. mort
end south: and she stood atthe co
ner OF Main street and iWashingto
avenue and despaired
Main street with its two-storys shop
Tits story-and-a-half wooden res
licences, its muddy expanse from cor
Ecrete walk to walk. Its huddle /
Fords and Iumber-wagons. a to
small to absorb her. The broa,
straight unenticing gashes OF tn
streets let In the ~Rrasping prairie o
every side. She realized the vastnei
and the emptiness of the land, TIL
skeleton iron windmill on the farm
Flew blocks away, at the north end Z
4 Main street, was like the ribs OF