Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-03
CHAPTER Iu.-Continued.

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But if it's these towns were been
passing that the farmers run to for,
relief from their blcakness- Cant
you understand? Just look at them!'
Kennicott was amazed. Ever since
childhood he had seer these towns
from trains on this same line: He
grumbled, why, what's the matter
would astonish you to know how
much wheat and rye and corn and po-
tatoes they ship in a year.
But they're so ugly
I'll admit, they aren't comfy like
Gopher Prairie. But give 'em time"
Whats the use of giving them
time unless some one has desire and
training enough to plan them? Hun
dreds of factories trying to make at
- eft to chance. No! That can't be
true. 1t must have taken genius to
make them so scrawny!'
"Oh, they're not so bad" was all
he answered. He pretended that his
hand was the cat and hers the house
For the first time she tolerated him
rather than encouraged him. She
| was staring out at S~choenstrom. a
hamlet Of perhaps a hundred and fifty
inhab itants, at which the train was
stopping.
u...rcd German and his pucker-
mouthed wife, tugged their enormous
imitation-leather satchel from under
a. seat and waddlej out. The station
! agent hoisted a dead calf aboard the
baggage-car. There were no other
visible activities in Schoenstrom. In
the quiet Of the halt, Carol could hear
a horse kicking his stall, a. carpenter
shingling arroof.
The business center Of S~choenstrom
took up one, side Of block, facing
the railroad. 1t was a row of one
story shops covered with galvanized
iron, or with clapboards painted red
and bilious yellow. The buildings
were as ill-assorted. as temporary
looking, as a mining camp street in
the motion picture. The railroad sta
ton was a one-room frame box, a
mirey cattle-pen on one side and a
crimson wheat elevator on the other,
The elevator, with the cupola on the
ridge Of a shingled roof, resembled
a broad-shouldered man with q small
vicious, pointed head. The only habi-
table structures to be seen were the
florid red-brick Catholic church and
rectory at the end of Main street.
Carol picked at Kennicott's sleeve
"You wouldn't call this a n~ot-so-bad
town, would your
These Dutch burgs are kind OF
slow. Still, at that See that fel.
low coming out Of the general store
! there, getting into h big car? I me-
him once. He owns about half the
town. besides the store. Rauskuk?e
his name is. He owns a lot Of mort
cages, and he CANDLES In farm-lands
Good nut on him, that fellow. Why
they say he's worth three or foul
hundred thohsand. dollars! Got a dan
dy great big yellow brick house will
tiled walks and q garden and every
thing, other end Of town-can't Sc
it from here-I've gone past 1t whel
I've driven through here. Yes sir!'
Then, II he has all that, there's n,
excuse whatever for this place! !
his three hundred thousand went bacl
into the town where 1t belongs. the.
l could burn up these shacks. and built
Il a drean-viIlage, q jewel! Why d.
the farmers and tho townpeople ie
the Baron keep it,"
ri must say I don't quite get 70,
sometimes, Carrie. Let him? The,
} can't help themselves! He's a dunn
old Dutchman. and probably tn
gel, but when It comes to picking
/, good farming land. he's a regula
II See He's their symbol OF beauty
, The town erects him, instead OF erect
i ing buildings"
"H0nestly, don't know what your
driving at. You're kind of Played out
7 after this long trip. You'll feel bette
. when you get home and have a goo.
{bath, and put on the blue negligee
That's some vampire costume, 70,
WITCH"
He squeezed her arm, looked at he
knowingly.
J They moved on from the desert still
: ness OF the S~choenstrom station. TIL,
J, train creaked, banged, swayed. TIL,
I air was nauseat.ngiy thick. Kenni
colt turned her face from the window
rested her head on his shoulder. Sh,
was scoAxed from her unhappy mood
, But she came out Of It unwillingly
. and when Kennicott was satisfied tina
he had corrected all her worries AMI