Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-04-19
By MARY HEATON WORSE

how rich they tried to keep from him; but such an
obvious thing wouldn't down; they could keep
good many things from Jeffrey but not that he
had eyes and he could see for himself In fact, his
idea of that most all the world poor except
his father and two other people like his father,
and it turned out that his father had been poor,
and gloried in it! But this wasn't all
Oh said his father Il tell YOU doctor had
fun as lad! l had the sort of training that packs
muscle on boys ribs-the kind of muscle I'd like
to see on this youngster and he looked at Jeffrey,
who had the that he often had with his
father. of somehow coming short Of what was
pected of him.
And yet his father went on, see how he's
looked after, trained! He ride a horse pretty
well already. He ought to be sturdy lad. The
things used to do at his age-why, his mother
would be maniac if he attempted of them!
When l was his age, doctor
HERE his father branched out into narrative of
IL what he had done when he was jeffrey age and
Jeffrey listened 1t surpassed any of the carefully
chosen stories that he had read to him; and the
wonderful part of it was that it his father
that had done these heroic deeds. Jeffrey didn't
know boys ever did such things. How should he
have known? His every hour was accounted for.
After his breakfast, he studied; his riding lesson
came at such time; at such time he went to the
bes in the company of Sanders his tutor to feed
his animals
And that finished it. There was no running in and
out of the barn for him There casual visiting
with dogs Seeing his pets was just part OF the
routine. That have been the son why Sanders
reported that he didn't seem to show an unusual in
terest in animals. When he through with San
ders he returned to his governess Just now she
was English girl, and looked carefully after his
enunciation; for if there one thing his mother
was particular about. it the way he spoke his
native tongue. Each hour of the day had its APP
pointed plea sure or task. He ate at such hour,
and went to sleep at such hour; it was all done
with the beautiful regularity of man-ofwar-or of
orphan asylum.
Now all of sudden, a boy world was opened
before him, and by his father! His father
story was story of struggle and not little hard
ship; but it all seemed glorious to jeffrey who felt
in the very bones of him, though his head was too
Young to understand just what his father meant by
saying he couldn't give Jeffrey the advantages that
he a poor mans son, had had,-the advantages
that money wouldn't buy. His fathers story in
cluded tales of other boys, warm friendships. And
This was his father S mother. high hearted gay
spirited woman she must have been too from her
sons account of her, constantly helping HIM out
of scrapes, leaving windows open tor him to
sneak in at night, sta nding between him and the
wrath of his sterner father
THIS sort of mother idea to
Jeffrey too. His own mother loved him
dearly and looked after him with sort
of Quivering anxiety Everything about
al good deal about his mother he
IN felt toward God,-that she knew
"a everything, and that nothing
40 that he did or thought could
sN be hidden from her. This
made him uncomfortable:
for there intimacy
~ "Iw.ns to Know