Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-12
CHAPTER VI.
From Sea to Mountain,

three DAYS later the North Atlantic
squadron of the British navy sailed down
the coast from Halifax did not even pause
at Bar Harbor, but sent a wireless tee-
gram to the CONSERVATION, which pulled
up anchor and joined the fleet outside, and
so the warships departed for another port.
Katherine stood by the broad window in
the sewing room in her favorite attitude
her head sideways against the pane, her
eyes languidly gazing upon the bay, fingers
drumming this time a very slow march on
the window sill. Dorothy sat in a rocking
chair, reading a letter for the second time
There had been silence in the room for
some minutes accentuated rather than
broken by the quiet drumming OF the girls
fingers on the window sill Finally Kath-
crime breathed a deep sigh and murmured
to herself:
Far called navy fades away,
On dune and neadand sinks the Gre.
10. all our Pomp of yesterday
Is with Nineveh and Tyre.
Il wonder II 1 got the lines right" she
whispered to herself. She had forgotten
there was any one else In the room, and
was quite startled when Dorothy spoke.
Kate that's q solemn change, from Gill
bert to Kipling. l always Judge your mood
by your quotations. Has life suddenly be-
come too serious for 'Pinafore' or the Mi
kado2
''Oh. don't know" said Katherine, with
out turning round. They are humorous
all and each furnishes something suit
able FOR the saddened mind. Wisdom comes
through understanding your alphaget prop
erly. For instance, first, there was Gilbert,
and that gave us Ct; then came kipling,
and he gave us X; thus we get an alge-
braic formula q. X, which are the initials
OF ChestertOn, q still later arrival and as
the mind increases in dependency 1t sinks
lower and lower down the alphabet until 1t
comes to s, and thus We have Barnyard
Shaw, an Improvement on the kailyard
| school. who takes the o pshaw view Of life.
And relaxing hold OF him 1 sink deeper
until / come to Wv. w. Jacobs-how I
wish he wrote poetry He should be the hui
morist OF all sailors and perhaps some
time he will desert barges for battleships.
! Then 1 shall read him with increased en-
| joyment.'
81 wouldn't give Mark Twain for the
| lot" commented Dorothy with decision.
Mark Twain isn't yours to give my
! dear. He belongs TO me also. You've for
| cotton that comparisons are odious Our
meter is not to compare. but to take what
| pleases us from each.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.
Watts. You see. I'm still down among the
| VS.. Oh. Dorothy. how can you sit there
| so placidly when the CONSERVATION has lust
| faded from sight? Selfish creature
| Oh give me tears for others woes
| And patience for mine own.
| don't know who wrote that but you have
| no tears for others woes. merely greeting
| with the well-read letter IN her hand was
| making the rafters ring with her merri-
| ment. something that had never before hap
| pened during her long tenancy OF that
room. Kate turned her head slowly round
| and the expression on her face was half
| indignant half-humorous, while her eyes
1 were uncertain weather prophets and gave
equal indication of sunshine or rain.