The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1911-01-26

OK us FlSltGu IHG ilOuSS among the SdIU
dunes near the famous art students col-
only at Shinnecock Hills. 1t was as far
in point OF time from New York as Is
Philadelphia. A two hours ride brought
us to the neat little station at Ronkon-
koma, which Miss Adams herself had
beautified. She had donated money for It's
better appearance, its remode1ling and
painting and the sodding and flower bed
ding of its nee unattractiye grounds.
"A quarter hours drive through lanes OF
pine and oak and one dashed into the open
space surrounding Maude Adams Sandy
Garth, a low, square, brown house, ylenti-
full as to windows, well endowed with yer-.l
andas, guarded at either end by.
straight, tall, sentinel-like pines. !
Sandy Garth.
No home of a worthy actor is without
some monument gratefully erected In
memory OF a success-bringing play, not
ably The play that made that home pos
sible. Miss Adams farm she gave a name
suggested by her liking for Scotch Gus
toms, a knowledge then obtained only by
reading, later confirmed by travel among
the scenes of Barrie books and plays. She
named it Sandy Garth. 7
The farm stretches for 200 acres about
the low hill on which Is perched the bung,
allow. A modern barn five minutes walk
away houses her u horses, which she still
prefers to automobiles, although during
the days of her Lady Babbiehood she won
ar automobile in a competition Tor the
most popular actress in New York. A
thousand black walnuts she caused to be
set out, In the belief that they would
support her when she had tired Of or was
too old for acting. They form q long
black line along the hills. From her win
dow she can toss pebbles into her own
lake, a round natural lake fringed by
evergreen trees as eyes by dark lashes.
Here Miss Adams takes a swim every
morning during the summer, and In the
afternoon paddles a canoe out to midlake
and nestled In the bottom, her head on
a red silk cushion, reads or dreams away
the long midsummer afternoons.
EVERY creature has it's favorite way
of summing itself. That is mine,' she
said.
A heat stroke which her physician in
sisted was earned by these driftings in tie
lake and which she as earnestly insisted
came of a too long walk in mid-August
when her chauffeur had failed to call for
her and all the taxicabs were out Of town,
caused her lately to forsake the delightful
habit.
Inside the Bungalow.
The lower floor of the bungalow Is
thrown into one huge room. Emphati-
caliy the mistress love OF the red blaze
u Gill OpclA liIS Is SllOWl Luz edCn Will udS
it's own fireplace and in cold Sundays In
the autumn, when she Is playing in town
and comes to spend q quiet Sabbath by
her own hearth. the flames from the fra
grant logs cast shadows odd as Barrie
fancies on the walls, shadows that fascin-
ate his chief interpreter who ever was,
ever will be. q dreamer. This is the liy-
Ing room. Here the mistress lounges. Here
at one end OF the large room her table is
spread. Here she stands at deep square
windows studying the weather prospects
as a traveller through a portfolio at sea.
Nobody else ever sits in Miss Adams own
chair. 1t Is a high-backed, straight chair
Of mahogany, upholstered with tapestry
in a design or woodland scenes. It is
placed at a window looking across the
lake. Opposite are the glass closet and
st%dcboard, also Of mahogany. OF course
there are books In plenty In the house.
most of them finding a home on a book
case near the broad staircase. Over the
case packed close with books, a Winged
Victory is poised upon Its marble pedestal.
The mistress of Sandy Garth shows a
group of brass candelsticks that by their
sheen by day and flame by night illumin-
ate the darkest, northwestern corner of
the great room. The green rugs and nat
ural colors Of the ~unconcealed beams and
rafters convey precisely the illusion Miss
Adams intended, Of a forest interior.
III sinai hltSllSl 10 llic Only aQQltlO1
Miss Adams has made to this huge, one
roomed lower floor. Upstairs are half a
dozen bedrooms, her own q vast, airy room
in which the four rooms at the top of the
dressmaker's house could be set and feel
lonely, being furnished simply and plainly
in dark wood in keeping with its heavy
beamed walls, from which the fragrance
Of old evergreen eXudes There are the
personal touches Of the wooden shades
instead Of dust and disease inviting hang
ings, the candl which she prefers to
electric lights, the books and the air OF
silence that reigns in all her homes.
The Comfort House.
It IS a four-story brownstone house. mar
row, with the English basement entrance
that gives it an old-fashioned air, AS she
would wish, the house is close to then new
city library which is being snlendidIy
housed In one of the finest public buildings
in the world.
Here again are the tokens of Marde
Adams mistress-ship. The quiet empha-
sized by low voices and soft footsteps. the
blazing fireplace, the plentitude of the old
brasses and of rich, dark-hued furniture,
The antique attracts her as flowers do
bees. In the double reception room one
sees a Sedan chair, its faded maeniscence
denoting that it may lave borne many O
noblewoman out for her airing. A ring, a
quick soft f~ootstep and Miss Adams enters
the Sedan chair-to telephone. .
Upon the second floor. in the big, sunny
dining room, there is on all days that it is
welcome oreTen permissible, a blaze in
the fireplace. That this blaze may cheer
whoever sits at her table, Miss Adams has
had a special table built, a long, narrow
table, and all sit along one side of it
facing the fire. never turning their backs
upon it.
Maggie Stands Bedroom.
Latterly, specially after the summer she
spent studying French as a guest in tn.
convent at Tours, Barrie's third-time hero.
inc, Maggie Shand Of What Every Won.
On Knows" has been Interested in the
scientifically furnished bedroom, which is
the bedroom least furnished. Accordingl,
she ordered built, as an extension OF the
ground 1ooe, adjoining the second recep,
ton room, q narrow. cell-like room. like
that she had occupied In the convent al
Tours. The walls and ceiling had nef1he,
pictures nor tapestry. They were painted
white. No lace hung at the window. no,
silk, Tut a plain green holland shade. The
bed was narrow and white. of iron frame
work, by its simple severity a rebuke tc
the silk counterpained. lace-founced. friy.