Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-09

silly. I'll tell you that when get hold of a
copy of Country Life L imagine myself
living in one house after another of the
illustrations and l want to buy all the
horses ard dogs and sheep and everything
in the advertisements, except. maybe, In
cubators, which are horrid unnatural things
and the smelly stuff they put upon the
grass and flowers that can't say don't!
Clandonald laughed.
IRA Their my own idea. But / supposed all
you people of the south owned large estates
and many acres to experiment upon
--"oh, dear no! We personally never own
ed anything bigger than back yard, UNI
til my father was persuaded by a man 10
go shares with him in some land l-neVer
saw. where they found both coal and iron
Last year the man died, and my daddy,
who had paid up most all the purchase
money, came into possession OF the Wnole
property. l believe it's turned out better
than he thought, and he's lately got some
thing good out of it, else certainly We d
not have had this trip to Europe m
glad you never saw Alison's Cross Roads,
Lord Clandonald It's just the homelest,
pokiest little place in Alabama, and the
people are good and kind. but common
place to a degree. The houses are all of
wood with jig-saw trimmings and the paint
half worn off Nobody thinks it necessary
to improve anything, and the negroes
swarm over everywhere, and rule the
land"
.'Then / suppose you'll call me jolly i'm
pertinent" said he, eff 1 wonder how you
grew I'D as you are in the middle of 1t.
II don't know! / just did. People have
grown tired, down there. of holding up
their hands over me. My teacher at school,
who was born north, was the only one
that ever understood why l wanted any
thing different from the rest. She took sew
eral magazines and told me about others
that | persuaded daddy to subscribe TO-
She lent me books and talked to me- but
two years ago she decided to marry In
New York and l lost her. She lives there
now. dear soul, in an awfully little nat.
Her husband is in the insurance business
and she edits a column of Advice to Girls.
She says she fairly hates some OF the
idiots who write to her asking the most
driveling questions. But to please the ed1-
tor she has to dissemble, and call them
dears and answer like guardian angel
when she had rather choke them and be
done with it-because the work pays the
butchers bill and half the gas!
He has taught you that such poverty IS
evened by the good to be acquired from the
married state?"
az think So At least, she and Mr.. Bart
ley have a good deal of fun out OF things.
Their greatest treat, when their maid
cooking gets too impossible and Mr.. Bartiey
is growing thin, is to go to dinner at an
Italian restaurant, dollar each, with WINE
and to eat enough spaghetti to last another
little while. Mrs. BARLEY got fifteen dol
lars for looking up facts and dates IN the
Astor Library for fashionable LADY, VINO
was allotted to read paper on something
her literary club. Mrs. BARLEY ended by
doing the whole thing, and the lady was
so fascinated by herself in typewrltlng
that she sent check for fifteen instead
of ten so the Bartleys took me to their
restaurant for dinner, and afterward 10 the
play in cheap seats. Yes, l tnlnk the
Bartleys are all right. If their kitchen door
could be kept shut, and the smell OF COOK
ing be banished from the parlor. believe
they'd be as happy as most people VINO are
married, anyway
..Perhaps, if you and your father are to
be in London. you would let me take you
out to dinner and cheap seats at the play!
wouldn't love it? But you can't drag
daddy to the theater, and I'm not like Miss
Carstairs, blessed with chaperon.. Do you
notice that, as we are getting nall-se Si
over Miss Bleecker's English accent be-
comes more pronounced? She is forever
talking about when we are in town, and
regretting that it Is out of the season. be-
cause so few of their great friends will be
there to welcome them She calls all the
American duchesses by their first names,
and the other United States peeresses that
she didn't play with in infancy she must
have brought up by hand.
II am afraid l am too Lowry parsonage
to claim the lady's acquaintance in fu-
ture" said Clandonald. indifferently. But
/ confess 1 should like, for my friend
MarioIs sake who has conceived vast
admiration for her charge-to manage to
ask Miss Carstairs and himself to join you
and your father in run down TO Beau
MANOR for luncheon, while you are IN
| town. 1t is pretty there in autumn, and
| the garden WALL
How adorable!" exclaimed Posey
Daddy might go to that II beg him, but
| Miss Carstairs-! There's the difficulty
She won't more than look at me. I Won
der why you, who are born really higher
| up in the world than Miss Blocker and
\ Miss Carstairs, never let me feel that
i am only a druggists daughter:
| Aristotle Kent q
| chemists shop" answered Clandonald
laughing. And 1 have always understood
| that some of the most illustrious of the
| families in New York's four hundred were
| founded upon drugs
| .If-it wasn't pills, or capsules or hair
| tonic. 1t was some other kind OF merchan-
dise!' said Posey. viciously. And, any
| how, what does 1t matter? There was a
| sentence l copied out of a book of Maarter
| Martens, that Mrs BARLEY lent me, about
| there being no other way of living than
| either on the money you have earned fol
| Yourself or on the money that other PEG.
| pie have earned for you. AS long as that
simple fact remains, the question will also
remain whether money-making is so very
| contemplated!
TRY any man living, with an homes
chance, and see what he'd answer" SAID
| Clandonald with sigh. I'D give any
| thing 1 own for a respectable business tina
would bring in the cash st.I and a.t the knowi
| You poor thing" exclaimed Miss Win
stanley, guilelessly. why wern't yo7
born in dear America? OF course If 20,
could go stalking around in chain-armo
| like those ancestors of yours at Beauma
noir, it wouldn't seem so appropriate. But
Just to look at you as you stand today,
should Judge there were the makings Of @
fair business man in you. Look here, LORI
Clandonald, don't know that / was evel
better pleased in my life than by that Idea
| of yours of our going to lunch at Beauma'
noIr with Miss Carstairs. / don't mind tell
ing you just adore that girl-and the com.
bination Of her company with a moat and
yew trees, and wall-peaches. and the chance
of seeing English rooks-and Miss Bleeckel
not In IT, I'll be eternally obliged"
1T seems to me the host counts for un
hatteringly little,'' said Clandonald, some
what piqued.
a.. didn't mean to have you think So" an
swered she with astonishing gentleness. -.
was only carried away to forget my man
ners by realizing 30 many dreams at once
Indeed, 1 am glad, or shall be, to meet yol
again after this voyage. Now, I'm going t
ask you something hat will make YOU
laugh. perhaps. but please don't Could yo'
give me the address Of a really good plact
in London where I could get frocks ant
hats, ready-tO-wear, that would keep m
from looking like q guy?'
Poor Clandonald WINGED at thought Q
just how he had become acquainted witt
the best faiseuses in London, whose bill
ne IA n maid n the uttermOSt farthiug. afte