Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-08-05

CLEARLY, she does not belong to tho
chair" murmured Mrs. Leighton, as she
raised her tortoise lorgnette for better
view of the tall. silk-dustered figure sweep
ing through the inns entrance.
For almost a week they had referred to
It as The Chair" nor were the tones en-
ployed tender or even respectful. Rather,
they voiced the resentment which animated
most urgently the bosOms of that worthy
circle OF matrons who for almost a genera
ton had honored Mascot Inn with their
presence.
AS a mere chair, lnanimate aid obviously
fresh from an exclusive furniture shop. 1t
was not to be despised. Fashioned of the
best quality and on the most graceful lines.
It bespoke wealth and good taste in its
owIer.
Stationed as 1t was however, in one of
the most desirable corners of the vine-Cov-
cred piazza II represented to the conserva-
tive piazza pioneers one factor in a scheme
generally unsatisfactory. For many years
the same old Philadelphia families had
spent the summer at Mascot. No scandal
had ever broken the even tenor of Mas
soit's way. There had never been disputes
over the assignment of rooms. nor neces-
sty of securing quarters long in advance.
I<dCH 1dLIlIy Idu Itll It's array Oh pOTCH
chairs. hammocks croquet sets and tennis
equipment In Mr.. DUNES care from sum
mer to summer, and his regular patrons
could explain his sudden, and to them I'M
necessary, determination to enlarge the inn
only on the ground OF the prevailing craze
for "get-rich-quick" schemes.
When the Delaney GreyS Of Pittsburg
had forwarded three huge porch chairs in
brilliant red wicker and Powered ere
tonne, Mrs. Leighton. from the conserva-
tism of her hooded sun-chair Of green rush.
had ordered a servant to remove the gay
furniture to another angle of the porch
but somehow none dared to Issue ukase
against the simple. graceful wicker loung-
ing chair with it's pillow of convent en-
broidery.
Something OF this and much other gossip
of mild nature Mrs. Coppnger was re-
failing to her son in the big corner room
which he had occupied since his knicker
becker days. She wound up with a deep
drawn sigh:
so we must make the most of this
season. l fear it will be last, for dear
old Mascot IS doomed TO vulgar promis-
cuOusness. Such a mixed crowd is here
already. For instance, who was that strik-
Ing looking girl who came up in the carry
all with you? l noticed that she stopped to
speak to you after she registered. She
looks just the SORT to make a railway &C
Quantance."
Dick Coppnger's voice came to his
mother from the depths of the closet where
he storing away summer raiment.
THE girl in the silk buster? Oh. I've
known her quite bit She's no end of
good sort, and made big hit at our
.prOms' last winter. She's been studying
at Mrs. Caswell's school all winter-French
and music. She's come here on my advice,
and l mean to show her about some"
Richard Coppinger, do you mean to say
she has come to Mascot to be with you?"
The horror in his mothers voice brought
young Coppinger out of the closet.
Bless your soul, no! For the past three
summers she has been travelling in Europe
with her father, and she said she wanted a
quiet place this year, where she could just
live out doors-and sol told her it was
quiet and cumfy here-and-sO, well, she's
here"
The sentence trailed off a bit at the
finish, probably because he recognized dis
approval in the angle of his mothers
lorgnette.
"Who Is she?'
mabel Bonham of Des Moines Her