Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-01-12

your home and church and bank, and
ask why it is, and who first laid dowr,
the law that it had to be that way.
II enough of US do this impoltey
enough, then Wen become civilized
In merely twenty thousand years or
80, instead OF having to wait the two
hundred thousand years that my cyni-
cal anthropologist friends allow.
|. Easy, pleasant, lucrative home
work for wives: asking people to de-
fine their jobs. That's the most dan
gerous doctrine I KNOW"
Carol was mediating, + VIM go
back! I will 60 on asking questions.
I've always done it, and always failed
at it, and it's all I can do. I'm going
to ask Ezra Stowbody why he's oS-i
posed to the naturalization of rail-
roads, and ask Dave Dyer why a drug
gist always is pleased when hes
called doctor and maybe ask MrA'
Bogart why h wears q widows veil
that looks like a dead CROW"
b woman leader sraiktened.
And you have n thing. You have
a baby to hug. That's my temptation. ;
I dream OF babies-of a baby-and II
sneak around parks to see them play,
ing. (The children in Dupont Circle,
are like a poppy-garden.) And the
ants call me 'unsexed'!"
Carol was thinking, in nanics
"Oughtn't Hugh to have country sif'?
I won't let him become a yokel. I
can guide him away from street-cor-
ner loafing. I think lean"
On her way home: Now that I've,
lad a precedent, joined the union
and gone out on one strike and learned
personal solidarity, l won't be 10
afraid. Will won't Always be resisting
my running away. Some day I really
will go to Europe with him
or without him.
I've lived with people who are not
afraid to go to Jail. 1 could invite
a Miles Btornstam to dinner without
being afraid Of the Haydocks :
1 think I could.
"I'll take back the sound of Yvette
Guilbert's songs and Elman's violin.
They'll be only the lovelier against
the drumming of crickets in the stub
bile on an autumn day.
L can laugh now and be serene
I think 1 can"
Though she should return, she xaid.
she would not be utterly defeated, She
was glad Of her rebellion. The prairie
was no longer empty, land in the sun
glare; It was the living tawny beast
which h had fought and made beaux
tiful by fighting; and in the villadse
streets were shadows OF her desires
and h sound of her marching and
the seeds OF mystery and grea4nesA
TX. ,
Her active hatred OF Gopher Prairie
had run out. She saw It now "a a
totling new settlement. with SYM
pathy she remembered Kennicott.s
defense Of its citizens as "a lot OF
pretty good folks. working hard and
trying to bring up their families the
best they can" She recalled tender
~ the young awkwardness of Main
Street and the makeshifts OF the little
brown cottages: she pitied their shaD-
biness n isolation; had compassion
for their assertion of culture, even,
expressed in Thanatopsis papers,
Tor their pretense of greatness. even
as trumpeted In ''boosting." She raw
Main Street in the dusty prairie sun
set, z line OF frontier shanties with
solnen lonely people waiting for her,
solemn n lonely as an old man who
has soutnveda his friends. She remem-
bered that Kennicott and Sam Clark
had listened to her songs, and She
wanted to run to them and sing.
al last" she re;niced. Eve come
to Z fairer attitude toward the town,
I can love IL now"
Hhe was, perhaps, rather proud OF
herself for having acquired 20 much
tolerance. IH1
n awoke at three In the morn
ing. after a dream Of beinx tortured
byl Ella stowbody aud the Widow Bo-