Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-15

going to show us the maple sugar l camp when he came back. and we sat | on felled oak and waited, with a smell of clover coming to us on the warm breeze and the "tinkle.tankle" of cowbells in the distance.
 What an extraordinary man" said to Mir Brett
 You mean because he's farmer" said he, his eyes laughing.
 "Well. suppose do. But, then, of course he's gentleman farmer, not an ordinary one at all"
 He's a gentleman in the way that all the good people in the country round are gentlefolk-becaus they're self respecting and kind hearted and intelligent. But he comes of genera tons of workers. They make no pre- tensions to blue blood, though perhaps they may have some in their veins, and don't think themselves superior socially to their own farm hands, like that one over there. Nor do they con sider themselves inferior to anybody. Not that they would think of assert ing their claims to equality with your friend Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox. for in- stance. They simply take it for grant ed that they are the equals of any oth- CT American or, for the matter of that, persons of any foreign nations. What would your mother the duch- rss think of them-now, honor bright? :? Don't dream you'll hurt my feelings because they're my cousins and we may come of the same stock" I thought for a minute, and then I said
 Mother would begin to patronize them graciously at first, as if they could be classified with our farmers l mean, the peasant ones, not the younger son or poor gentleman kind. When she found she couldn't she would be inclined to resent it. Then at last, when a dim, puzzled inkling of the truth came into her head, and she found out that they knew as much as she about books and politics and all sorts of things-Oh, I can hardly fancy exactly what she would feel, but I'd trust Mfr. and Mrs. Trowbridge or any one like them not to appear at dis advantage with her, whatever she did with them. They wouldn't have self consciousness enough to be overa wed by her, though she can be so dreadful ly alarming. Why. MT. Brett, in way I believe they're like us-more like us. really deep down and far back, than good many enormously rich people met at Newport, who think no end of themselves and live In palaces and know royalties abroad Just as l said once to Sally-Miss Woodburn-we take ourselves for granted, and then don't make any more fuss or bother about our man ners or whether we're going to do the right thing or not. But few of the people even in your Four Hundred don't seem quite easy in their minds about themselves. I've never seen anything in big houses at home where I've been with mother of Vic to come near the luxury of theirs, yet several I've met can't seem to relax and look thoroughly comfortable, as If they really liked It. They don't loll about as we do; they only pretend to loll, be- cause it's in their part In the play they're acting-oh, such smart, so- ciety kind of play, with lots of changes of dress and scene in every act
 '"They build castles because it's the smartest thing they can do and be- cause grand people always did it a long time ago. Of course In old times you had to live in them and couldn't have nice seaside cottages with bal comics, because If you did your enc mics shot off your head or poured boil ing oil on you, but nowadays they merely say horrd things behind your back, and it's just play acting to build new ones. People talk about man being worth so many millions, as If 1t didn't matter what else he's worth, and they seem to be worrying lot about themselves Now. I can't i'm agine your cousins doing that They dust take themselves for granted, as we do in England. Their behavior Is like the air they breathe and as much part of themselves as that air is when it's in their lungs. There's d kind of invisible bond between our kind of people at home and people like this, I think, if you come to study it. Partly it's from having all ones nat ural interests in the country maybe and not just going into the country from a town to play. They are real. There's nothing artificial about them."
 You've got hold of things even s0on- CT than l thought you would, Lady Betty" said Mir. Brett when l stopped mortified at myself for my long ha rargue, in which I'd been thinking out things as 1 went on. But all the same, though these new types and this pleasant Ohio farm interest you now, you know you'd rather die than be doomed to live among such people and In such place."
 Perhaps l should be bored after aw waile, but I don't feel now as if should. I know I could be happy if had people with me whom I loved"
 But could you love anyone who''-
 Well, I've got rid of that fellow" said MT. Trowbridge cheerfulIy. Now we'll have look around the camp, and I'll show you how we tap the maple trees for the sap. then sfterward we'll go into the sugar house where we boil