Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-10-26
N telling the story of Spring.
Held about three Sundays ago
the Rambler presented such


narrative Of that old home, because
after the colonial Broadwaters had
passed to the mysterious realm where
Souls dwell in eternal light, purity
and peace and after their descendants
had become scattered about the world
Springfield, in it's setting of eyerpreen
hedges and clumps of lockwood, it's
locust trees of rough bark and ragged
foliage and its walnut trees of grace
and fragrance, remained rooftree
Tor men. 1t Is standing today.
Homes have their times of sunshine
and cloud, their periods Of prosperity
and depression. A young man with
high hope and vigor picks out fair
prospect on section Of his fathers
farm, which has been given to him
by deed or will. He sets up there a
new home for his bride. Young trees
are planted, cuttings of box from old
er bushes on a neighor place are set
out in hedges and circles, and gravel,
hauled from some stream, field or
gully not far away. is laid down in
walks between the boxbushes and the
trees. Children come, and the place
is bright and new. The people living
there take pride and pleasure in its
.newness. It is fresher and sprightlier
than grandfather's home farther down
the road or a mile across the fields.
Things are SO dingy and old-fash-
Toned over there" often say the lively
young people who live in the new
bright place. "Grandmother's side
board. clock. testerbed, clothes press
and dining table, and the andirons,
tenders. tongs and bellows by the side
of the fireplace were brought over
from London nearly a hundred years
ago, while our things are new. I'M
Clipped and unsecured. We bought
them at Dumfries and Williamsburg.
or 1t may have been at Annapolis.
Some of the things we had shipped by
packet-sloop from Philadelphia and
landed at Belle Haven warehouse,
whence we hauled them out here in
ox-carts.'
But the years pass. Time is mex
orable and touches with it's mark
houses and their gardens, just as 1t
does the brows of men. The gallant
young man and his gay bride grow
Id The children grow up, and grand
children frolic in the garden and the
halls. The saplings have become ro-
bust trees. and the STRIPPING hedges
and circles have come to take on
mature look. 1t is still gay and
happy place. but the house is not so
bright and dapper as some others
that have been built along the road
or over the fields.
The little square piano that stands
in the parlor--or perhaps 1t stands in
the wide hall that runs through the
middle OF the house-was the shiniest,
merriest little instrument when the
packet sloop put 1t ashore at Belle
Haven warehouse. It was the toast
Of the whole neighborhood them. The
neighbors came from distant parts Of
the county to inspect the new house
and admire the new piano. Most of
the men came on horseback, but many
Of the ladies came in big. grinding.
rumbling family coaches, which were
often appropriately called "chariots."
Some Of the poorer neighbors came on
foot to see the great new house. and
marvel at the beauty and melody Of
the new piano. Miss Jane. Miss Sallie
and Miss Martha took turns in play
ing on it, with many little expressions
about being $50 much out Of practice"
There were no Miss Mauds, Miss Myr-
ties or Miss Gwendoiins in the big old
rooms and halls. II there was a Miss
Marie present. her name was Miss
Mary. They played ''The Musical
Clock" and The Msiden's Prayer"
':washington's Grand March," Ger
trude.s Dream Waits" THE Music
Box" Tho Little shepherdess" and
silver Lake Waltz" They played
''The Coral Isle Schottische," '"The
Sweet Thought Mazurlsa," 1.-THE Fairy
Bower Polka" "Blue-eyed Mary
Coming Through the Rye" Katy
Darling" loft in the Silly Night"
First Love Redowa" and "Gaily the
Troubadour." Pr.
In memory of the silver-h haired young
man and his gay gray bride still living
In the house that joyous day seemed
only to have been yesterday. Yet, tho