Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-06-07

| NNHE clans were Just being uncovered
i and mingled odor of seaweed. pota'
toes and other things cooking busily away
was borne deliciously on the breeze Lit.
tie Mademolselle de Saint Cyr looket
about her. The long table spread under
the trees was covered with a white clotf
and piled with dishes. Overhead the
leaves rustlcd freshly and out beyond
the Sound, all blue and gold in the sunset
light, rippled, and splashed upon great
gray rocks where the fire curled away
into a wide feather of smoke
The French girl drew quick breath
of appreciation. How beautiful America
was. 1t was her first visit to the United
States and on landing in New York
Mademolsele de Saint Cyr had come di-
rectly to her aunt's place on the Connecti-
cut shore. She was a young aunt, only
few years older than Aline, and with a
young and jolly husband. Alne found
herself caught at once into round of
gay outdoor life, a round which bewil-
dered yet charmed
Owing to a breakdown of the motor car
they had been a bit late in arriving at
the clambake; the guests were already
seated, and Mrs. Redvers, the hostess.
made hasty Introduction of the new.
comers. She had ratified through a con-
fusing number of names, then pointed to
some grimy collarless young men bend
ing over the fire.
And those are the cooks and walters"
she cried, merrlly.
Mademoiselle st. Cyr eyed them Gu
riously as they brought over great plat
ters heaped with steaming clans. She
never before had seen such untidy wait
ers' Everything at her aunt's had been
conventional enough; here at last was
America more as she had pictured II to
herself. young man with flushed face
dark eyes and small dark mustache, ran
behind thee hairs.
Sauce. sauce" he cried. He halted by
the girl, regarding her with evident ap-
proval Take some of this, it's good"
he said, frankly. Mademoiselle de st. Cyr
looked at him in surprise. But perhaps
this was American, too. And the sauce
did look good.
'Thank you," she said gravely. The
young man ran on. But presently he re-
turned. THE Holsters are ready" he
called, and there was rapid shifting of
plates.
How good everything tasted. The deli
stous chicken, the tender corn, the hot
potatoes. and through them all the faint
ndefnable saltish flavor Of the seaweed,
L was certainly great fun. And vet II
"as so utterly unlike anything the girl
'yer had known In France. Straight from
! convent school, this sudden freedom a
'Amerlcaine was at first bit frighten-
ng. She ate demurely, watching the peo-
lie about her with bright, curious ewes
The young man who had helped her to
he sauce came back and dropped into an
mpty seat beside her. bringing a we'll |
llled plate for himself.
I'm just about starved" he Informed |
ler I've been working so hard all day." |
Aline glanced about her. The other col |
arless youths were now also seated at
he table, eating and talking busily. Per- |
laps this was the custom at clambakes,
sut how oddl
you are tired" she said. in her sweet
little voice. ''I suppose YOU
o not have to work so hard as this every
ay." He laughed
THANK goodness. no. Usually I am
lzy enough"
AlIns looked at him with a serious
mile
II am sure you underestimate YOUR
elf" she said kindly. II do not see how
ny one In your-your profession'-she
Ut II deicately-"can be very lazy"
An expressive shrug answered her.
only too easy" he returned "It's
rinelpally waiting, you know, especially
or the younger ones, and that, although
-ying, is not particularly fatiguing. But
g all the days work." chssrfully, 'sPsr-
aps this afternoons energy NAV helm
70 average" with a laugh. TITS Labor
ay. you know"
that" nat
"ons Of our American holidays" he