Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-12-28
EVENING EDITION.

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d~ear1si" impiored Juanita. I"
wouldn't f,avesy ou think that for a1y.
thing. We planned that viii and you
should come down and have supper
ut our cottage"
enc. I'm eur you didn't meat to
be-, Carol was ssuper-neighborly.
''But + do think you ought to apollo
siss to poor Erik vAtborg: He was
terribly hurt
what he thinks" objected Harry.
Hes nothing but q conceited buthn-
sky. Juaniia and l. kind OF ngurtd
he was trying to run this tennis thing
too darn much anyway" 81
"But you asked him to make ar
rangem entsn"
II know, butt don't like him. Good
Lord. you couldn't hurt his feelipgsi.
He dresses up like 4 chorus man
and, ~ goliy, he looks IKE one!-
but he's nothing but A.6wede farm.
boy, and these foreigners they all got
hides like = Convey OF r~hinocefoses.'
"But he Is hurt!" INK
"Well-- I don't suppose I ought
to have gone Off ~half-cocked, and not
jolned him along. I'll give him :
Juanita had been licking her lips
and staring at Carol. She interrupted
her husband. Yes I do think Harry
ought to fix 1t up with him. You IKE
him. don't you. Carol?"4
Over and through Carol a q
frightened cautiousness. lake him:
I haven't an 'i-dea- He seern to be
q very decent young man. I Just felt
that when he'd worked % hard on"
the plans for the match. It a =
Maybe there's something to tha1S-
mumbled Harry: then, ut sight Of
Kennicott coming round the corner
tugEing the red garden hose by It's
brass nozzle, he reared in relief,
What d, you think you're trying to
while Kennicott explained in detail
do, while he rubbed his chin and
gravely stated. Struck me the grass
was looking. kindeof brown In, patches
didn't know but what I'd give Il
sprinkling," and while Harry agreed
that this was an excellent idea, Juau-
ita. made friendly noises and, behind
the gilt screen Of an affectionAte
smile. watched Carols face. !.
+ She wanted to see Erik she want
Led some n to play with! There
wasn't even 30 dignified and sound an
excuse as having Kennicott's trousers
pressed; when she inspected them, eli
three pairs looked d~iscouragfngly
neat. She probably would not have
ventured o. it had she o spied Nat
Hicks in the pool-parlor, being witty
over bottle-pooi. Erik was alone!
She fluttered toward the tailor shop,
dashed into It's slovenly heat with the
comic fastidtousness OF a humming
bird dipping into a dry uger-lily. 1t
was after she had eutered that she
found an excuse :
Erik was in the hack room, cross
legged on a long table, sowing q vest.
But he looked IS though he were do
ing this eccentric thing to ANUS HIM
self.
Hello. I wonder il you cou,dn !:
plan a. sports-suit for me?", she said
breathlessly.
He stared at her: he protested, mo.
! won't! God! I'm not going to be 4
tailor with you!'
why, Erik" she eaid, like a mildly
shocked mother.
1t occurred. to her that she did. not
need a suit, and that the order might
cott
He swung down from the table. II
want TO- show you something" He
rummaged in the roll-top desk on
which Nat Hicks kept bills, buttons.
calendars, buckles, thread channelcd
wax. shotgun shells, samples " bro
cade' for fancy vests,' fishtng:reels,
pornographic postcards. shreds Of
blurred sheet OF Bristol board and
anxiously; gave 1t to- her: It was q
sketch for a,fPock. It was snor.swell
drawn; it was too ,finicktng. i the rpil-
lars in the background wero Erotes-
1sQuely squat. But %the-7frocx had. an
original back. very low, with a centrnl