The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1903-07-22
An AltruistiC Adventure.

Denbeigh Hall was In the flood tide
OF it's regular "at home" Dsnbeigh
Hall, so called from its London pro-
totype, was one of those escape valves
of modern altruism known as social
settlements with which the east side
dwellers of New York are now as fam
iliar as with their own delicatessen
shops. Among this institutions various
activities there was religiously observ-
ed weekly form of social amenity
known as Denbeigh Halls "at home"
On this occasion there fell to each resi-
dent in turn tho lot of providing some
definite form of entertainment for the
~neighborhood," whose members filed
In, sheepishly receptive to those pro-
cesses they were about to endure at
the hands of these fervent if untutored
acolytes of the new democracy. This
evening II had been Miss Rood's turn,
and that worthy young woman had
elected the less technical results of q
fve years research regarding the Pas
sion Play of Oberammergau, most of
which had seen the light in an alb
gtruse publication devoted TO the ana
tony and not to the flesh tints Of
science and literature.
Her audience meanwhile moved rest
lessly and wearily in the creaking,
wooden chairs. 1t was made up Of
hard-featured apathetic women, list
less, tired-looking girls, and here and
there a stray man. with an obvious de-
cfx 20 Fol full ell
Rood, however, blind and deaf to the
atmosphere she had gradually created,
approached fine and yet finer point of
argument. Eleanor Cavendish, one of
the newest recruits at Denbeigh Hall,
glanced apprehensively at the danger
signals flying from the tortured guests.
She looked despairingly about among
the other residents, scattered at dis
Greet intervals through the room, in
search OF some one VINO might seem
to share her own emotions on the sub
ject.
Standing near the door that led into
the narrow hall were three or four
Of the men, residents in Marston House,
the University Settlement three blocks
down the street One of them imrnedi-
ately attracted Eleanor's attention, II
only for the reason that he looked as
bored and mutinous as she felt herself.
She was sure she had never seen him
before. AS she looked more closely at
him, however, 1t struck her there was
something oddly familiar about the
high-bred poise of the head, the clear
cut features, and the tall, we'll knit
form. Suddenly he turned slightly and
fastened his eyes full upon her own.
Eleanor promptly turned away, and at
the same moment Miss Rood's voice
mercifully ceased its relentless drone.
Miss Drummond, head worker of
Denbelgh Hall, position she held by
virtue of having been instructor of
zoology in a womans college, rose with
her most impressive classroom air.
1--WE will now have a little music,
she announced In the manner of one
scattering intellectual largesse to an
unlettered mob. Miss Cavendish,
whom you all know 50 well, will now
sing for u.s."
AS Eleanor came swiftly forward, de-
lighted at the chance TO make on ap-
peal to the simpler emotions Of her au-
dience, young girl in the middle OF
the room called eagerly out, "Oh, Miss
Cayendish, please pay My Cakewalk
Queen" Eleanor nodded and smiled
brightly as she seated herself at the
piano and bent her head over the
keys.
AS she finally rose from the piano
she saw coming toward her with an air
of assured acquaintance the man She
had noticed in the doorway.
Good evening, Miss Cavendish," he
exclaimed eagerly, this is unexpected
good fortune. The last time saw you
i think. was at Mrs. Harmon's house
party. Do YOU rememDer?"
"Why, certainly l remember, Mr.
Trent" she returned with franl
smile of undIsguised delight 'It was
one of the most charming things Of 1t.
kind But what are you doing here
may I ask?"
sT am In residence at Marstor
House."
"What! You in Marston House!'
Eleanor's eyes were wide open in theil
surprise l4a
saul also Is among the prophets,
quoted Trent laughingly.
"And since when?" pursued Eieano
1ncredulously.
'Since last election day. And now
please, won't you sit down and tell M
something about how you happen u
4.