Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-06-09

Ing IN the orchard trees. Inc man VI W.
man who Is 30 welded to town life as 10
find it impossible to leave it for two OF
three weeks In the early summer loses the
best part of the year and the better part OF
life. It is absolutely necessary for our
well-being that we get away from the ar
tihciality of corpora ton existence once in a
while, in order to get acquainted with our
selves In the supercharged atmosphere of
the city, where competition is brisk, ambt-
ton a god and business pastime we grow
SO sordid and sour that children won't
smile at us, and a dog breads to cross our
path. When things get to that stage the
case Is serious.
Yet we do not realize It until we ge. away
In the country, where the swaying grain
and holding blossoms. the trees and true
hearted country people strike us as ray of
sunshine illumines the stage, putting to
shame the sickly gaslight. and bringing out
in all its horrid grotesqueness the paint
and powder. the tawdry tinsel and faded
inery with which we have sought to ,veil
our real identity. The hollow shams drop
away from us In the purer ozone. and for
little time at least We stand face to face
with self We do not like the introduction
sometimes. but we turn from the encounter
better fitted to live. even If the mammon of
unrighteousness does encompass US again
In very short time. While there remains
to US the impulse to hate the hollow shams
hcniilu WHICH we NUE. anu tHe nope IDAI
the day will come when We can break the
letters OF bondage that are firmer than any
chain that ever held a slave, there Is vet
left in us spark of the divine, and life has
future.
JOY of Innocent Pleasure.
1t Is not until we fear to hold the mirror
up to nature, and weld our chains with our
own sullen purpose and selfish aims. that
the good angel flies up aIoft and leaves us
IN dnctr A.
dynamite A great many accomplish this
destruction with neatness and dispatch
and study of their lives will show that
they disdained all pastimes and all pleas
ure except, perhaps, that which was foulei
with poison, and satiated their souls with
dry husks of burned-out health and hope
IN vain endeavor to convince themselves
that II was all of life to live. and to die
IL but a sleep and a forgetting" To peo-
pie OF this 1laracter there are no joyous
anticlpa tons when
:" Golden lilies in the garden CLEAN.
And roses blow. and orioles build and sing
And sparkles flash upon the brimming
stream,
And butterflies go by on yellow wing
spring ~
Are stars and moons, and nights. days
ana everything"
l wonder what is was that started mo
en- on such a tack? O. I remember now
thousht there was some method in nv
madness, though Dorothy often fnsfsts
that have no method in snvthing We
Elaine Dorothy and i, have been down In
the country. Just a hasty fitting Of
teN days, and / was telling a man about
the intense pleasure we experienced while
We were guests in the quaint old Virginia
farm house that had a youth contempora-
neous with that Of Washington II was
deiicious to go out under the dew-washei
trees In the morning and walk for nm hou-
9N1OnX the Roses and old 70
with the resinous odor of the cedars foat-
ing down from the hills and the linden bios
SONS and grapevines struggling with each
otnsr 10 sweeten the air already heavy
win honeysuckle and rose fragrance
Even Forgot Their Dresses.
There was never a sound from mans
world to break the solemn stillness-only
the clear notes Of song birds and the happy
voices OF the girls as they fitted from
flower to flower through the wet grass, de-
lighted with natures lavishness in dec
Grafton. and utterly obIivious to the dissi-
patton of the starch in their morning DRESS
es In brushing my face with a great clus-
ter OF blush roses the dew from their pink
hearts spiashed over me, and I reminded
the girls that an old-time remedy for freck-
les and sallow skin was a bath in rose
dew. Then there was a great scramble to
ma the roses with the deepest cups for
wash basins" We were all in a fine state
Of dampness when the bell FASTENED our
return to the matutinal meal in the long
low-ceilinged room with q big fireplace on
one side, in which was a merry blaze-the
very same fireplace by which Lord Fair
TAX used to toast his shins and drink to
the fair women Of the old dominion. and
plan for the brilliant career of his young
friend. George Washington, gent. 1t was
little that We cared for damp feet or skirts
TIL our ravenous appetites were satisfied
and b. that time the gentle heat had dried
US on and we were ready for another at
tack on the rose garden.
Well, l was relating to this horrld man
some OF the pleasures OF that delightful
visit. when he scoffed at me! Actually as
serted that he doubted the sanity of any
one who, having enjoyed the comforts and
Injuries OF a scientifically perfect city
nome could go back to the primitive con-
ditions inevitably surrounding rural life
ard enjoy them!
"Maudlin sentiment. breeding rheuna-
tfsn and catarrh"' he declared. live in
a house minus hot and cold water and a
shower bath? Nonsense! Exist where
electric light, lifts and telephones are lack
irg? Utter folly to mention 1t! Spend n
month where the morning paper bears the
date OF the previous day. letters get stale
and telegram creates CONSERVATION /?
Ugh, Enjoy life away from the club, the
races. base ball and" Oh, well, 1t isn't
any use to quote this individual fur
ther. 1t Is plain to be seen that he is not
a man whom anybody would care to cult
vate. His soul has shriveled till II must
rattle around in his big body Ike a bullet
In a Base drum. His ledger Is his Bible his
god is money, his heaven the club; his
friends dstrust him, his wife fears him.
his children hate him, and when he dies
we will cover him deep with roses and
bury him deeper under the grass he de-
tests, as an expression of gratitude and re-
lief that he has rid the earth of his pesti-
lential presence.
Her Husband Was Cross.
I went directly from a talk with this
parody on a man to call On a friend whom
knew was about ready to leave the city
for the country. When I went in. with the
privilege Of an old friend, 1 found Anna
piled in a heap on the couch in the morn
ing room, crying her eyes out 1t didn t
take me long to discover that there had
been a small family quarrel, and it had
been about the trip to the country! i'm
mediately set 1t down against Annals hus-
band that here was another brute of a man
who was welded to city life and was OBJ
jecting to the prospective country visit,
''and the primitive conditions of rural life. +"
l was mistaken, and feel as though a pub
lie apology was due John, whom I was ma
ligning in my mind. 1t was Anna who was
at fault.
Il don't believe that I will ever try to
spend another summer in the country"
sh. said as she struggled up and mopped her
face. II have been working myself nearly
to death for the last two months to get
ready to Co. am nervous, irritable and
run down. and 1t will take the whole sum-
mer to get over II. And-then-thi-tffs