Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-07

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herself is selling cigarettes in a cabaret.
Clay visits her there.
CHAPTER v. e.
Arizona Follows Its IAwiess Impulse.
The Sea Siren was already begin
ming to fill up when Clay descended
three steps to a cellar and vas war
lily admitted. A near-Hawaiian or
chestra was STUNNING gu a dance
tune, n a few couples were on the
floor. Mattresses, got up as Loreleis,
were moving about among the guests
delivering orders for refreshments.
The westerner sat down in a cor
ner and looked about him. The walls
were decorated with crude purple
crayons of underfed sirens. A statue
of a nude woman distressed Clay. He
did not mind the missing clothes, but
she was so dreadfully emaciated that
he thought it wise for her to cling
to the yellow-and-red draped barber
pole that s from the pedestal. On
the base was the legend. The Weep
ing Lady" After he had tasted the
Sea Siren fare the man from Arizona
suspected that both her grief and her
anaemia arose from the fact that she
had been fed on it.
A man in artists v~elveteens. minus
a haircut, with a large, fat, pasty face,
sat at an adjoining table and dis
coursed to his friends. Presently,
during an intermission of the music,
he rose mi took the rest Of those
present into his confidence.
Bourgeois to the core" he an
,nouncedi speaking of the United
States. What are the idols We wor-
ship? Law, the chain which binds
an enslaved people. thrift, born of
childish fear; love Of country, which
Is another name for Grass provincial
ism. II am a C~osmopolite, not an
American. Bohemia is my land. and
should I get wrinkles because Ger
many sank the Lusitania a month or
two ago? That's her business, not
mine.''
Clay leaned forward on a search
for information. Excuse me for
buttin' in. and me a stranger. But
isn't it yore business when she muir
The pasty-faced nan looked at him
with thinly disguised contempt. You
wouldn't understand if ! explained
"Mebbeso I wouldn't. but you take
whirl at it and I'll listen high,
vide, and handsome"
The man in velVeteens unexpected
" found himself doing as he was told.
was " 9uSe Col.pAl " l. SOlliP pun
sion about the Sray-blue eyes fast
ened on his, something in the clamp
of the strong jaw hat brought him
up for a moment against stark reality.
THE intelligentsia of a country
know that there can be no freedom
Until there is no law. Every mans
duty is to disregard duty. So, by
farlnS far on the wings OF desire, he
helps break down the slavery that
binds us. Obey the Cosmic Urge of
your soul regardless of where it leads
you, young an
1t was unfortunate for the poet of
Bonemla that at this precise moment
kitty Mason. dressed in sandals and
g lilac patterned smock, stood before
him with a tray of cigarettes asking
for his trade. The naive appeal in
her soft eyes has its weight with the
poet. What is the use of living in
bohemia if n cannot be free to fol-
low impulse? He slipped an arm
about the girl and kissed the crimson
lips upturned to him.
Kitty started back with a little cry
of distress.
The freedom taken by the near
poet was instantly avenged.
A Cosmic Urge beat in the veins of
the savage from Arizona. He took
The poets advice and followed his
LaWless Impulse where it led. Across
b table a long arm reached. Sinewy
fingers closed upon the flowing neck
dragged him forward, leaving over
turned glasses in the wake of his
course. =
The man in velveteens met the
eyes of the energetic manhandler and
quailed. This brown-faced barbarian
looked very much like business.
Don't YOU touch me-! Don't you
MI 4 Yo 81 %nIv1h ~ nItS
archy shrilled as the table crashed
down. I'll turn you over to the
pDlice!"
Clay jerked him to his feet. Hard
Sknockles pressed cruelty into the soft
Throat of the Villager. "Giti down on
yore ham bones and beg the lady's
pardon. Tell her you're a yellow pup,
5as bone like that again.
companions of the poet rushed
forward to protest at the mainland
ling of their leader. Those in the
EfeaE&sjamined the front ones close Ia
Clay and his captive. The COW punch
gently but strongly pushed them
rack. -
Don,t get on the prod he adj
dssd 1 his gentle drawl. .Te zoe
30 got an important engagement
kind Of scufle developed. The
sSproprietor increased it by his .hys-
sEarical efforts to prevent any trouble.
s34N ng5Oined themselves to the noisy
@1f0np OF which Clay was the smiIine
SSAnter. The excitement increased
51tant corners sof the room became
s~tteSrefuge OF the women. Some one
31gfuck At the cow puncher over the
F6eAds OF those about him. The mass
S96 Mcfosely packed human being.
NbOAed sconytlsiye activity. 1t be.