Evening star., 1934-07-29

UTSIDE the Court of States the
sun was a glowering red eye
through the heat haze Lake
Michigan shone duly. like vast
sheet Of gray glass. The beach
SAND fairly smoked
Just nv luck" The words were a leaden
beat i'm Carrie Haubert's head Just my
luck"
One day in Chicago; one day at the Worlds
Fair; single holiday out of two years OF work.
work work-it was enough to make gentier
person than Carrie swear. Carrie was not
gentle She and her mother ran a boarding
house for steel mill laborers amid the smoke
stacks OF the Calumet region. Carries holiday
had chanced to produce the hottest hours OF
the Summer. She cursed her luck.
Her 2-year old kid-Carrie called him Pigs
Ears-was fretting with heat miseries. He
would no longer walk at her hand and she
was getting too tagged to lug him around
At last, with the kid whmpering in her arms,
she dragged her aching feet into the Court OF
States She whobbled blindly into the Wis
consin pavilion. hoping only to find spot for
rest. Then magic struck Carries eyes.
The pavilion was a wooded dell. The walls
were soothing shadows of moSsy rocks.
waterfall sang over stones in the distance ana
a brook coursed through green pines. Trails
wound among a carpet of boughs. There was
a cool breeze from somewhere. II bore the
fresh, clean fragrance of balsam. For mo-
ment Carrie walked in enchantment.
LUSTY yell from her kid brought Carrie
back to earth. To him the cool air, and
the music of a brook babbling over stones
spoke only of water.
Drink" roared Pigs Ears Nom, wanna
drink
Despite promises and threats. the yells of
Pigs Ears increased in violence. The pavilion
was crowded. People turned to cape scoWl-
ing, or WITH blinking sympathy for the kid.
Just ahead of Carrie q broad, hickory -shlrted
back spanned by blazing red galluses swung
about In its place bulged a stump of a chest,
toned by a face that reSembled hacked
chunk Of pine
Blue eyes twinkled from the SCARED face
A chesty voice doomed:
"SiSter Won vas sunk. Let me tote the kid,
hey7"
impulse responded hysterically in Carrie:
"Yes Take him-and drown him!
Thirty seconds later she was saying she
hadn't meant that. of course. Say, she was
nuts about Pigs Ears. Way she shaved Tor
him
Sure" doomed Ugly Mug Sure, you bat
you, sister, sure
THUS Cupid got his first good shot at Carrie
| Haubert The shooting is tough for the
little blind godling in the Calumet region
There Cupid is chOked down by cnders ana
f1ue dust.
Yet human hearts throb there. and yearn to-
ward the sun through the smoke and fury OF
the monstrous mills.
Carrie was yet 10 when Papa Heilig married
her to the ingot- hustler, Fritz Haubert. There
was no talk of romance IN that matlng, no
time for it. Fritz worked. Carrie worked, with
fve days off for her baby. 1t had all been tough
enough while Fritz alive. white-hot ingot
- ySvNey
pits.
Then. Shaving for Mother Haubert. it was
simply hell Steve Bratich, the boss of gang
of Stag -shovelers was the devil of it. Steve and
his hunks boarded with Mother Haubert.
Steve didn't mind Carries kid He'd marry
'em both Wasn't that something? Steve,
smokey eyed, his mouth loose and moist, would
stand for the kid.
Mother Haubert nagged and nagged You
fool, you, Carrie! Think I'm going to bring up
your brat, yah? Steve is a boss. You take him
while he wants you already.
Carrie yearned hercely to get away with Pigs
Ears for even a day. Seven days week III the
boarding house. But Carrie kept holding out
pennies in hope The big show in Chicago was
opening. Carrie would talk of it to her kid,
when Mother Haubert wasn't around.
Finally Carrie had the three dollars and
one morning a chance 10 sneak out with the
kid. The dawn breeze was Stin whispering from
the lake. Then it died. The day smoked
Just her luck Throb- throb IL her head Just
her luck
THE Menominac Valley in Wisconsin makes
fat pickings for Cupid The pastures
lush with Summer grass the corn and clover
fields are rich producers of Winter ensilage and
hay. The blaek-and-White COWS of the Nenomi-
mac are fountains of milk, which flood the
roadside cheese factories.
But it WAS too bad about Cupid and Pete
LauritSen. He was a Norwegian of Menonimac's