Evening star., 1919-02-23

son of John Moore, London printer,
over whose shop was sign, rfinter
TO His Majesty"--that majesty dul-
being represented at first by George J.
the great-grandson Of James j, ano
second by George il, the son OF
George l. John, the son OF the
printer to his majesty" carried
musket for seven years. and 1t Is the
belief of his descendants that he did
his level best to pour as much shot
as possible into the faithful soldiers
of his majesty, King George III.
THE Rambler will now dismiss the
ghosts of the several John Moores ana
will take from his pocket two letters
which came to him last Week lie
would like to ask all the readers OF
these 'rambles" to sit with nm under
one of the long-leaf pine trees In the
garden of Glen Moore and read the
letters with him, but very likely the
readers would rather nave them
served with their Sunday paper. The
first of these letters follows;
am always much interested in your arti'
cles. especially that Of last Sunday, In which
YOU mention the Bethesda nefghborhood. Like
the young lady who wrote In violet ink on
pink paper II prefer not to sign sign my ainn name a. az
bethesda recalls to my mind the time when
the name of that post office was Dorseys
Store. This name wRs very dispeasing 10 the
Rev. Mr.. Compton. then pastor OF the bethesda
church. He thought the post office should
have the old and well known name OF me
church. lie had lengthy conversations with
my father on the subject. which resulted in
the change of name.
| also remember when all the farmers of
the neghborhood, or quite number OF them,
We're invited TO the house of Mr. Joseph Brad
ley--the old frame house behind the Chevy
Chase Club house--whcrc plans were discussed
which later developed into the Bethesda
Grange. To my knowledge not one who sat
around the supper table that night in the old
Chevy Chase house IL now alive. You are
rambling iu a most charming neighborhood.
Mr. Rambler, when you ranhe about Bethesda
and Chevy Chase, and one where may 10
found material for many fascinating rambling
articles. Believe me, Mr.. Rambler, your most
a LOVER OF THE FAST
The second letter comes from East
VILE, Va, and Is signed by the nnof-
fetal cataloguer of Virginia, Mary
land and Delaware records and 'of
all the Roblnsons." 1t follows
WIN the Rambler accept my personal thanks
for his return to Maryland shoresf Every now
and then he turns up something about that
Seneca, which is of great value to searcher.
I send the Ramhler's articles to the Maryland
Historical Society. but miss some while ! nm
away exploring, rcscuing and listing records.
The tact with which the Rambler exploits
his finds is balanced by the charming bumor
Of his observations d.isten to that,l And all
of tradition, is invaluable. The Rambler is
too experienced writer not to smile at the
cemmendniion Of stranger, and perhaps
the nice things we think, there, at least no
harm would happen, May ] oner noie7 !
think ! remember DIR. Antisel as an eIami-
ner-in-chief OF the patent office.
That is a very pleasant letter and
the top button of the HANDLERS
.waistcoat has been missing ever since
1T came, but it will be observed that
the letter was written in Virginia
and the first line says: "will the
a u nj n
for his return to Maryland shores?"
Leaving the house in the close
growing grove of trees and retracing
his way down the treeless lane across
the fields the Rambler comes again
into the high road, the course of which
he has followed from the Conduit road.
Then, turning to the right or north
west, one will see, about a third of a
mile ahead, a small frame church.
whose spire does not touch as many
clouds as those of some of the big
churches in the city but whose lowly
spire means as much TO tho pious men
and women who drive in muddy bug
gies through weather fair and foul to
worship there as the tallest spire
means to other people. But before
you reach this little church you pass
long, straight lane, which leads lett
from the high road to a frame house
nearly as far Off the road as Glen
Moore is Cleared fields are on every
side of the house, but around II tall
poplars grow at close intervals. They
are leafiess now, hut in summer they
must hide the house from the view of
travellers on the road The tall pop
lars. without neighbor trees of any
other kind, suggest scene in Flan-
ders or, perhaps, a scene in the prairie
west, where settler has coaxed
grove OF poplars to grow about his
home, BY the side of the lane leading
to this house is a letter box. on which
is stenciled the name 1sah Gates.
Further on n narrow muddy lane
strikes to the right and leads to
home not visible from the road. An
old gray gatcpost and rickety gate,
wide open. stand where the lane meets
the road. The lane is only wide enough
for one buggy or wagon, and has been
used SO many years that 1t is two or
three feet below the level of the fields
through which 1t passes On one side
of 1t runs a decrepit rail fence. and
along this few cedars have taken
their stand The bank from the bottom
rail to the bed of the sunken lane is
overspread with vines. The letter box
at the entrance says. II. Q. Knnkel
AS you come very near the little
church Il road leads to the right and