FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 1923, THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG. MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott By SINCLAIR LEWIS She had regained a feeling of soc-|to become a person like--yes, li ial virtue. by telling Juanita Hay- | me! dock "how daring her lawn looked honest. when | ~~she saw that Erik was stalking her. | now! with the Japanese lanterns' Though he was merely ambling about with his hands iu his pockets, though he 'did not peep at her, she knew he was calling her. She sidled away from Juanita. Erik hastened to her. She nodded coolly (she was pro of her coolness). "Carol! I've got a chance! | | wonderful | Don't know but what some | ways it might be better than going | East to take art. Myrtle Cass says =-- I dropped in to say howdy to Myrtie last evening, and had quite a long talk with her father, and he sald he was hunting for # fellow to #0 to work in the flour mill and learn the whole business, and maybe become general manager. I know Something abouf wheat from my farming, and I werked a touple of months in the flour mill at Curlew when I got sick of tailoring. What do you think? You sald any work 'was artistic if it was done by an ar tist, And flour is so important. What do you think?" "Wait! Walt!" This sensitive boy would be very skilfully stamped into conformity by Lyman Cass and his sallow daugh- ter; but did she detest the plan for this reason? "I must be honest, I mustn't tamper with his future to please my vanity." But she had no sure vision. 8he turned on him: "How can 1 decide? It's up to you. Do.you want to become a per- son like Lym Cass, or do you want For Your Datvity Silk Blouses For your -daintiest blouses, the pretty things you do not wish to trust to a washing with ordiuary soap, use Lux. The thin, white, silky Lux flakes, specially manufactured by our own exclusive process instantly dissolve into a bubbling lather as harmless to fine fabrics as pure water itself. If a silk can be washed in clear water alone, it is safe in delicate Lux suds. Lux is unrivalled for washing fine articles and is sold only in sealed packages-- dust-proof ! LEVER BROTHERS LIMITED Toonto 26 Skin Troubles Enns ahr PAINS IN BACK AND SIDES Relieved by Lydia E. Pink- ham's Vegetable Compound Lindsay, Ontario--~"I used to have Very bad pains ia By back and sides . d often was not H Ie to do my work. | pectable?" ike | Walt! This is important." : "I know.. I am a person like you I mean, I want to rebel." | We're alike," gravely. | "Only I'm not sure I can put] through my schemes. I really can't draw much, I guess I have a pretty | falr taste (n fabrics, but since I've | known you I don't like to think about fussing with dress-designing. But as a miller, I'd have the means books, piano, travel." | 'I'm going to be frank and beast- | ly. Don't you realize that it fsn't | Just because her papa needs a bright | young mean in the mill that Myrtle is amiable to you? Can't you under-! stand what she'll do to you when she | has you, when she sends you to church and makes you become res-| Don't be flattering. Be | "Yes He glared at her. I suppose so." "You are thoroughly unstable!' "What if I. am? Most fish out of | water are! Don't talk like Mrs. Bo- | gart! How can I be:anything but 'unstable'--wandering from farm to tailor shop to books, no training, nothing but trying to make books | talk to me! Probably I'll fail. Oh, I know it; probably I'm uneven. But I'm not unstable about this job in the mill--and Myrtle. I know what I want: I wang you!" "Please, please 4M, please!" "I do. I'm mot A schoolboy any more. I want you. If I take Myrtle, it's to forget you." "Pleaso, please!" "It's you that are unstable! You talk at things and play at things, but you're scared. Would I mind it it you and I went off to poverty, and I bad to dig ditches? I would not! But you would. I think you would come to like me, but you won't ad- mit it. I wouldn't have "said this, but when you sneer at Myrtle and ths mill-- If I'm not to have good sensible things like those, 4' you | "I don't xond. | | think I'll be content with trying to |/ A become a damn dressmaker, after you? Are you fair? Are you?" "No, I suppose not." "Do you like me? Do you?" "Yes-- No! Please! I can't talk any more." "Not here. Ing at us." "No, nor anywhere. 0 Erik, am fond of you, but I'm afraid." "What of?" "Of Them! Of my rulers--Goph- er Prairie ...., My dear boy, we are talking very foolishly. I am a nor- mal wife and a good mother, and you are--oh, a college freshman." "You do like me! I'm going to make you love me!" . She looked at him once, recklessly, and walked away with a serene galt | that was a disordered fligat, Kennicott grumbled on their way home, "You and this Valborg fellow seem quite chummy." "Oh, we are. He's interested in Myrtle Cass, and I was telling him how nice she is." In her room she marveled, "I have become a liar. I'm snarled with lies and foggy analyses and desires--] who was clear and sure." She hurried into Kennicott's sat on the edge of his bed." He flap- ped a drowsy welcoming hand at her from the expanse of quilt and dented pillows, a il] "WIL, I really think I ought te trot off to St. Paul or Chicago or some place." "I thought we settled all that, few nights ago! . Wait till we can have a real trip." He shook himself out of his drowsiness. "You might give me a good-night kiss." She did---dutifully, lips against Ms for an intolerable time, "Don't you like the old man any more?" he coaxed. He sat up and shyly fitted Ms palm about the slimness of her waist, 'Of course. I like you very much indeed." Even to herself jt sounded flat. She longed to be able to throw into her voice the facile passion of a light woman. She patted his cheek. . He sighed, "I'm 80ITY yom're so tired. Seems like-- But of course you aren't very strong." "Yes.... Then you don't think-- you're quite sure I ought to stay here In town?" - "I told you so! I certainly do!" She crept back to her room, a small timorous figure in white. "I can't face Will down--demand the right. He'd be obstinate. And I can't even go off and earn my liv- ing again. Out of the habit of it. He's driving me-- I'm afraid of what he's driving me to. Afraid. / "That man in re, snoring in the stale air, my husband? Could Say ceremony make him my hus- band? : "y "No. I don't want to hart him. I want to love him. I can't, when I'm thinking of Brik. Am I too hon- ost--a funny topsy-turvy honesty-- the faithfulness of un'-ith? | wish T bad a more compartmeatal mind, Ye men. I'm too MONOZAMOUS~--t0- ward Erik!--my child Erik, who needs me. "Is an illicit affair like a sambling cobt--demands stricter honor than the legitimate debt of matrimony, bscause it's not legally enforced? Mrs. Haydock is look- 1 room, He held her 1 i "I'Nat's nonsense! I don't care in the least for Brik! Not for any man. 1 want to be lat alone, oman world--a world without Main Street, or politicians, or "I am so tired. If I _ QHAPTER XXXI 1 Their night came unheralded. Kennicott was on a country eall. the porch, meditating, rocking. The house was lonely and repellent, and though ought toggo in and things ste remaived. in af hd T H E HOME JO It was cool but Carol huddled om|[than five minutes." many to read--ought to in," was, ~ diss 0 ead ne OAM EAI ce $150 aYfear ~ On and after tomorrow, April 29, the price of THE LADIES' HOME JOURNAL will be re- duced to $1.50 a year for mail subscriptions toany address in Canada, and 15c. a copy from 'newsdealers and boy agents throughout the Dominion. The numbers will continue to be bigger and better than in - the past--in fiction, special . features and color printing. 180 Pages--54 Features--in the May Number of | 15¢ a Copy coming, 'turning in, swinging open the screen door, touthing her hand. "Erik! "Saw your husband driving out of town. Couldn't stand it." "Well-- You mustn't stay more "Couldn't stand mot seeing you. ery day, towards evening, felt I to see you----pictured you so, clear. I've been good thou ing away, haven't 1!" "And Jou must go om being gh, stay- "Why must 17" "We better not stay here oa the h. Ths Howlands across the reet are such wirdow-peepers, and Mrs. Bogart" : She d'a not look at him but she could divine bis tremalousness as ho stumbled indcors. A moment ago be aight had been coldly empty; ROW it was iacaiculgble. hot, treach- {2etishes of colored fakes. You may have two, and then yom must skip home." asleep." close, Erik's curls pleasant as they Atouched her check, ther looked in at TAD ET Tomorrow Alri i a5 erous. But it is women who are the calms realists ones they discard the the premartial hunt. Carol was serene as she murmured, "Hungry? I have some little homey- "Take me up end let me see Hugh "1 don't believe--'* "Just a glimpse." \ "Well" : _Bhe doubtfully led the way io the ~nursery. Their, heads STROUD'S TEA | or 100 Princess sc | Phone 849. I - | E 8° 635 Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - On Sale Tomorrow $1.50 a Year yy LA the baby. Hugh was slumber. Ho had burfowed into h pillow with such energy that it was almost smothering him. Beside Cet it- was a celluloid rhinoceros; tight in his band a torn picture of Old King Cole. "Shhh!" sald Carol, quite autdma- tically. She tiptoed in to pa: the had a friendly sense of his vailisg for her, They smiled at each She did not think of Kennicott, the baby's father. What she did think Tetreshing 'was that some one rather iiks Erik, an older and surer Erik, ought to be pillow. As she returned to Erik she | B80 pink with Hugh's father, is {would 2 play---ineredfble games. "Carol! i your own room. Let me pesy i i T= : iL » The three of them imaginative You've told me shout (To be Continued.) : 3