Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-30
CHAPTER I.
What's in a Name2

To possess two distinctly alien red
corpuscles in ones blood, metaphorically
If not in fact. two characters or indi-
vidua!ities under one epidermis, is, in
most cases, a peculiar disadvantage. One
hears OF scoundrels and saints striving
TO consume one another in one body.
angels and harpies: but Outlines, quite
the contrary to being curse, these two
warrin" temperaments become a mans
ultimate hlessing-as in the case of
George p. A Jones of Mortimer a.
Jones, the great metropolitan Oriental
rug and carpet company. ali of which
has digniifed, sOnorous sound. George
was divided within himself. This he
would. not have confessed even into the
trusted If battered ear of the Egyptian
SPHINX. There was, however, no demon
angel Sparring for points in GEORGES soul.
the difficulty might he set forth in this
manner: Dn one side stood Inherent COM
mon sense, on the other, boundless
in>eate imagination. which was likewise
inherent-a kind of uuiXotic Imagination
OF suitable modern pattern. This alter
ego terrified him whenever il raised its
strangely beautiful head and shouldered
aside his guardian angel tfor that's what
common sense is. argue TO what end YOU
Will and pleaded in that luminous RI etOric
under the spell Of which our old friend
Sancho often feil asleep.
p. A. as they called him behind the
counters. was but twenty-eight. and IL he
vas vice president in his late father $
shoes he didn't wabble round in them to
any great extent In a crowd he was not
noticeable; he didn't stand head and
shoulders above his fellowmen. nor would
ne have been mistaken by near-sighted
persons the mvopes for the Vatican S
Apollo in tho flesh. He was of medium
height. beardless, slender. but tough ard
wiry and enduring. You may see his pro-
tOtype on the streets dozen times the
day. and you may also pass him without
turning round for second view. Young
men like p. a. must he intimately known
10 be admired: Won did not throw your
arm across his neck first-off. His hair
was brown and closely clipped about a
Of the phrenoogist. If not that OF the
CANAL passerby. His bumps, in the
phraseology of that science, were good
ones. For the rest he observed the world
through pair of kindly. shy. blue eyes.
Young girls. myopic through ignorance
or Stiffness. seeing nothing beyond what
the eyes see. seldom gave him second
inspection; for he did not know how TO
make himself attractive, and was mortaliy
afraid of the opposite, or opposing. sex.
lie could bullvrag sheik out of his
camels' saddle bags. but pettcoats and
acc parasols and small oxfords had the
same effect upon him that the protd'ng
stick of n small boy has upon retiring
drawing ont with tact and kindness the
truly beautiful thoughts OF this youne
-s5r's soul sadly demanded of fate Why
a sweet, clean boy ike this one had not
! been sert TO her In her youth You see
I tic worldly wise woman knows thai u is
! iCva riably the 'ay figure and no. Prince
! Charming that q woman marrles and
! that rnatrinony is biindnlan's buff for
grov'n-uTs.
! Many Of US lay the blame upon our
| parents. We shift the burden Of wonder
| in why We have this fault and lack that
| grace 10 the shoulders of our imrled ate
| forehears. We go to the Office each morn
ing denying that we have anv RESPONSIBLE
| ity: we let the boss do the worrying. Blu.
| George never went prospecting in his soul
, for any such dross philosophy. He was
| grateful for having had SO beautiful a
| mother: proud OF having had so honest a
| sire: and II either of them had endued
| him with false weights he did his best to
| even UP the balance
The mother had been as romantic as
any heroine out OF Mrs. Radcliffs novels
while the father had owned to as much
| romance as one generally finds in q
| thorough business man. which is practi-
caliy none at all. The very name itself
| is q bulwark against the intrusions Of ro-