The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-11-02
By w. B. MAXWELL
Author Of nThe Ragged Messenger,
copuish. l9o7. by wB. Maxwell. All Rights Reserved.

fldAWCHs 1utINSIlIS k\e3SIVSO.
Utility and slender brains. Tho gentle
folk had disappointed him. How do,
Crunden?" they said patronizingly. as
he stood bowling or touching his hat:
but mono stopped to pat him on the
back for his sound common sense about
1 the Town HALL
Mother" he told his wife, ut was ia
them looked for support. They ought
to have supported me. They'll all feel
1t In their pockets. but they haven't
tho brains to see beyond the end OF
their supercilious noses
4 This. then. was fathers troublc--not
much, as considered by Lizzie. Mrs.
always excepting Master Dick and his
career But that would come all right
In the end: everything would be all
right--was all right. So Lizzie worried
herself no more.
1 Joyfully she cut and ate her BIRTH.
day cake--I1 c. 10. In pink sugar traced
upon the white sugar by Pricey's deft
hand-and plunged into her fourteenth
year as happy as the days were longs
loving her home. gentle mamma. grim
| papa. and dear brother Dick-best OF
Dicks to her always. although, alas! to
the rest OF the world showing himself
already as an idle. good-for-nothina
Dick.
Dick, who would not work to please
father. would always play to please
her BY the art OF make-belcf that
lay In Dick he could turn common
things to joy--could make the garden
/ fairyland, the house palace OF de.
light. He was nineteen now. had done
with the grammar school. SO she could
enjoy his society day after day without
dread OF term.
His education was being completed
| by hIh. Bowling. the architect and
surveyor. He went TO the archtect'a
office every morning; and II only he
would learn all that Mr.. Bowling could
Iimpart he would find such high-class
technical knowledge. source OF
strength and comfort whom. very soon,
he entered his fathers business. He
came home for his meals and spared
/ time from the architectural drawing
for games with his little sister. as well
as for much loafing about the town.
Ho wore smart, loud clothes. with
gaily tinted shirts and ties. looked
/ quite the gentleman. and as was soon
known. had been admitted into friend
/ ly companionship by some OF the real
1 gentlemen. When he should have
been STOPPING over his board and
scale, he had been seen lounging IN
the bar of the White Hart Hotel with
TIE iuit iouHSHS sOIS u tHe BeHtSy
from the Hill-such as Mr.. Charlie
Padfield. and the puffy-faced. whis-
key-swilling Mr.. Yardner, OF Hill
Rise. AT last. one day, he brought
home with him his most splendid
triend--a creature of another race, q
dazzling presence--Mr. Jack Vincent
son of the great sir John. from Hill
! House, who designed to be friend, or
idle comrade. with Dick. And, after
that day. smiling. idle Mr.. Jack came
/ again and again.
Mrs. Price. housekeeper-cousln. lift
ed her hands in wonder at his condes-
cension. Mother was flattered and
gratif!ed. Only father was sterniy INF
mical to this friendship.
Lizzie heard him once, when her
mother said the connection might be
valuable: Rubbish! No compliment.
tell you. They all do it--these young
princes. They look below them for
hangers-on. 1t is them sinking. not
our boy rising"
oh. / can't see thatv
Let people keep in their places. I
say They'll make a bigger fool of
Dick than he is already"
Lizzie had no qualms or care. To
her, Mr.. Jack was many-facetted
flashing perfection. He lounged in
the garden; or. lnziiy rousing himself.
prayed Win ner-better than DICK
even. 1t seemed dlsloyal to admit this,
but it was a fact AS an artist to
make-believc. he began where Dick
left off. II he told you to walk warlly,
I. through the thicket and keep sharn
lookout for bears, and then sprang
4 out on you. he was bear-neither
more nor less; and glad We're You by.
hard running to escape unhugged.
Il When with words he, wove, a new
4 game about you. realities skunk away
/ ASHAMED OF themselves; his fiction held
the stage OF life. As. for instance, the
wonderful. often played game In which
he and Lizzie were a pirate and his
Il wife living, for many years In island
+ fortresses, and Dick was. British
i sloop- and its captain and its
Il crew.
I He was a year older than Dick, and
yet was quite devoid OF arrogance. He
visible and invisible pomp and splen-
J. dor. He had blue eyes, dark close
{ Ecropped hair. the slightest downy mus
Il tache, and the ready smile that was
4 like careless, ,profuse sunshine. II poor
I Dick was fine OF raiment, he was gor-
4 geous. He had white flannel waist
coats with brass buttons; his shirts
were Of all colors of the rainbow; his
Z ties We're like the rainbow itsef-col-
b llege ties. He was a Cambridge under-
graduate-what Dick would have
wished to be also. He possessed a Won
!, derful mcerchaum pipe that he smoked
|assiduously: and this perhaps was the
q only thing about which he was ever
, serious. He would not permit Lizzie
to touch the bowl with her warm little
paws: he nursed 1t tenderly in silk
handkerchicf;an his bright face was
clouded by heavy trouble when hc
feared that the pipe had been made too
hot and then cooled too rapidly. AT the
4 White Hart Hotel he drank whskey
and soda with Dick, but at Kings
Cottage there was only tea to offer
!. him. He drank It contentedlY, and