Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-01-03
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When she reached the right door she
stood listening. She made out a long
sobbing. There was no answer till
her third knock; then an alarmed
Who is it? Go away!!"
Her hatred Of the own turned res
olutc as she pushed open the door.
Yesterday she had seen Fern Null
Inns in boots and tweed skirt n ca
n~ary-yellow sweater. fleet n self
bed. in cruIapled lavender cotton and
shabby pumps, very feminine, utterly
cowed. She lifted her head in stupid
terror. Her hair a In tousled
strings and her face was sallow,
creased. Her eyes were a blur from
weeping.
II didn't! I didn't" was all she
would say at first. and she repeated
it while Carol kissed her cheek,
stroked her hair, bathed her forehead:
She rested then, while Carol looked
strangers, the sanctuary Of hospitable
Main Street, the lucrative property OF
Kennioott's friend, Jackson Elder. 1t
snellcd Of old linen and decaying car
pet and ancient tobacco smoke. The
bed was rickety, with a thin knotty
mattres the ~saild-colored walls were
scratched and gougcd; in every cor
ner, under everything, were fluffy
dust and cigar ashes; o. the tilted
wash-stand was a nicked and squatty
, pitcher; the only chair was a grim
there was an altogether splendid gill
and rose cuspidor.
She did not try to draw out Ferns
story; Fern insisted on telling ii.
She had gone to the party, no,
quite liking Cy but willing 10. endure
him for the sake Of dancing, of cs.
Gaping from Mrs. Bogarts flow 0,
moral comments of relaxing after the
first strained weeks Of teaching. y
promised to be good" He was, or
the way out. There were q few work.
dance, will, many young farn-people
Halt a dozen squatters from 4 deSen-
crate colony in a brush hidden hollow
planters Of potatoes. suspected thieves
came in noisily drunk. They al
pounded the floor Of the barn in old.
fashioned aquare dances, swinging
their partners, skipping, laughing, u,,.
der the fncantations Of Del Snafflir
the barber, who fiddled n called
the figures. Cy had two drinks fror
pocket-flasks. Fern saw him fumb:
ling among the o~vercoats piled on the
feed-box at the far end OF the barn
soon after she heard q farmer declar.
ing that some one had stolen his bot.
tie. She taxed Cy with the theft: he
chuckled, ION. it's just a tokc; Tn
going to give 1t back" He demand.
ed that she take a drink. Unless she
did. he wouldn't return the bottle.
Il just brushed my lips with it. and
gave it back 70 him. moaned Fern
you everItakc q drink?"'
st n va A fAup III lava - 49,.
one right now! This contact with
Righteousness has about lone me up!'
Fern could laugh then. 80 would
I! I don't suppose I've had five
drinks in my Hfe, but if I meet 1us,
one more Bogart and Son Well
I didn't really touch that bottle-hor.
rible raw whisky-though I'd have
loved some wine. I felt 30 Jolly. Tht
barn was almost like a stage scene
the high r%afters. and the dark stalls
and tin lanterns swinging. and q. 81.
l~age-cutter up at the end like som,
mysterious kind Of machine. And Ia
been having lots Of fun dancing witt
! the incest young farmer, 80 ytront
and. nice, and aufully Intelligent. BIZ;
I got uneaSy when I saw how Cy was
So / doubt II I touched two dron.
OF tho hastily stuff. Do you suppos
God is Furnishing me for ever want,
Ing wine?"
my dear. Mrs. Bogart.s god ma,
bt-Main Streets god. But All ~.
courageous Intelligent people ar
fighting him though Ne STA,
uA."
Fern DANCED again with tho youns
farmer: she forgot Cy while me ~
talking with a girl who had takcY
the University agricultural course. G,
could not have returned the bottle
he came staggering toward her-tak.
Ing time TO make himself Offensive Il
every girl on the way and to dance {
JIG. She\ insisted on their returnins
Cy went with her. chuckling and lis.
ging. He kissed her, outside the door
l. +. "And to think I used to thin
It was interesting to have men ~
you at a dance!" She ignore
the kiss, in the need Of getting hin
home before he sturted q fight. 4
farmer helped her harness the BURY
while Cy snored in the seat. He woE,
before they set out; all the way HON,
he alternately slept and tried to max,
love to her.
FIN almost a. strong - he IL. !,
managed to keep him away while
drove-such q nckety buggy. / didn,
feel like a girl: ]. felt like a scrub.
woman--no. I guess ] Was too scarce
to have any feelings at all. Il wa,
terribly dark. ] rot home, somehow
But, It was hard, the time I had Z,
rot out, md it WIS QNitA muddy -