Evening star., 1915-04-25

q GREAT many persons nave ob-
IN served that the world is a small
~ place. and sometimes it has
q * seemed to the Rambler that life
is a series of condolences. A few Sun
days ago the readers of these ram
bles' followed the Rambler down
through Green valley. a picturesque
vale which descends from the Arlington
uplands to the valley of Four Mile run
and through which stream called
Long branch flows. On that walk the
Rambler visited the fine old home of
the Roach family, and the older and
arstocratic mansion and farm called
Green Valley.
Whether this estate. which at one
time included all of Green valley gave
its name TO the valley, or took its
name from the valley. the Rambler
does not know. The Fraser family has
lived there for several generations,
aud the first of these Frasers to settle
there was a son of Simon Fraser. Lord
l.ovett. who was beheaded in the tower
of London in 114T, who the last
man to lay his head on the block in
that grim old pile. and the last man to
suffer death there until the recent
shooting of Lody convicted of being
4 German spy
The Rambler has told of the settle
nent of colored people around Airing
ton during the civil war drawn there
by the fact that those lands were COW
cred by Union troops, fortifications and
hospitals Many of these colored peo-
pie were slaves who had run away
from the plantations i'll Virginia and
Maryla nd. and Il great number settled
in that locality directly after their
emancipation.
As the Rambler turned his back on
Prospect Hill-the name of the Roach
property-and started along the road
which leads down Green valley toward
the Fraser mansion, fat and apoplec-
tic little old dog followed him He was
sociahle dog. With his expressive
ears and tail he said that he knew
the country and the people in that
neighborhood. and was interested in
The subject of rambling. he would go
along. The Rambler sought in a mild
way TO persuade him to return to his
own fireside. but the dog insisted that
he would have no difficulty in finding
his way back.
1t was good stretch down the road
that the Rambler saw off the right
across the fields and at some distance
from the road. a rickety cabin" that
lOOReu ora ana worn enough TO promise
a story. And thither he bent his foot
steps. or. as the field was very muddy,
sank his footsteps. From the direction
of the little house came the sound of
raging dog. He was big fellow. and
was coming fast His manner plainly
showed that he considered either the
Rambler the little old fat and apo
plectic dog invader. and that he re-
sented the intrusion. AS he came near
It was evident to the Ra mbler that the
little dog was the object of his par
ticular aversion and remonstrance. The
little old dog seemed TO reach the same
conclusion With his short legs and
his stubby tail he said something about
ii being long way back to Prospect
Hill. but if his wind held out he'd get
there But before he started his
strategic retreat he implored the Ram
bier to delay the progress of the on
coming dog until he was out of range.
Bringing his camera tripod INTO
action. the Rambler caused a diver
sion. but not a dispersion. on the part
of the larger dog. That dog said just
as plainly al though he spoke the most
approved English that he saw in the
Rambler the real and direct cause or
the intrusion. The stranger dog, now
in fast retreat, was not at all 70
blame The big dog seemed to lose all
interest in the small, fat and apoplectlc
chan and considered the Rambler to be
fellow who must be suppressed at
all hazard But, to make a long story
short, that camera tripod, which was
good one will never be fit for photo-
graphic purposes any more. The dos'