The Yale expositor., 1919-11-27

THRU tlLne tndI year, ANU Wueu Sne ulu
come, George was not mentioned,
either by her hostess or by herself-an
oddly contrived between the two
ladies without either Of them realizing
how odd IL was.
At other times Lucy's thoughts Of
George were anything but continuous.
and weeks went by when he was not
consciously ?" her mind at all. Her
life was busy one: she had the big
house ito keep up" she had a garden
to keep up, too, large and beautiful
garden; she represented her father as
a director for half dozen public char
ity organizations, and did private
charity work of her own, being a proxy
mother of several large familiea; and
she had danced down." as she said
groups from eight or nine classes Of
new graduates returned from the uni
versities,, without marrying any OF
them, but she still danced-and still
did not marry.
Her father, observing this clrcum
stance happily, yet with some hypo
critical concern, spoke of 1t to her one
day aG they stood in her garden. Il
suppose I'd want to shoot him." he
said, with attempted lightness. "But !
mustn't be an old pig. I'd build you a
beautiful house close by-just over
yonder"
mo, mol That would be like" she
began impulsively; then checked her.
self. George Amberson's comparison
Of the Georgian house to the Anderson
mansion had come into her mind, aaG
she thought that another new house,
built close by for her, would be like
the house the Major built for Isabel.
Like whatT
Nothing" She looked serious, and
when he reverted to his idea Of "some
day" grudgingly surrendeEng her up
to a sutton, she invented a legend.
"Did you ever hear the Indian name
for that little grove of beech trees on
the other side Of the houseT' she
asked him.
"No-and you never did either" he
laughed.
''Do1't be so surel read a great
deal more than / used to-getting
ready for my bookish days when I'll
have to do something solid in the eve
nings and won't be asked to dance any
more, even by the very youngest boys
who think it's a sporting event to
dance with the Oldest of the Older
girls The name of the grove was
Toma-Nashah' and it means They.
Couldn't-Help-It.'"
Doesn't sound like it."
"Indian names don't. There was q
bad Indian chief lived in the grove be-
fore the white settlers came. He was
the worst Indian that ever lived, and
his name vast was 'Vendonah.
That means MISUNDERSTANDING"
81 see," said Eugene thoughtfully
He gave her a quick look and then
fixed his eyes upon the end Of the
garden path. go on"
"Vendonah was an unspeakablS
case" Lucy continued. "He was sc
proud that he wore iron shoes, and he
walked over peoples faces with them.
| AAC was always hiiAih6 PNOPAC thdt
way, and so at last the tribe decided
that It wasn't good enough excuse
for him that he was young and mex
perienced-he'd have to go. They took
him down to the river, and put him In
a canoe, and pushed him out from
shore; and then they ran along the
bank and wouldn't let him land, until
at last the current carried the canoe
out into the middle, and then on down
to the ocean, and he never got back
They didn't want him back, of course
and II he'd been able to manage It
they'd have put him In another canoe
and showed him out into the rivei
again. But still, they didn't elect an
other chief in his place. Other tribes
thought that was curious, and won
dered about 1t lot, but finally they
came to the conclusion that the beech
grove people were afraid a new chief
might turn out to be bad Indian, too
and wear iron shoes like Vendonah
But they were wrong, because the real
reason was that the tribe had led such
an exciting life under Vendonah that
they couldn't settle down to anything
tanner. He was awful, but he Away,
kept things appening--terrible things
of course. They hated him, but they
weren't able to discover any Other
warrior that they wanted to make
chief in his place. They couldn't help
feeling that way"
IL see," said Eugene. $50 that's why
they named the place They-Couldn't
Help-Itr"
at must have been"
sand so you're going to stay here in
your garden" he said musingly. you
think it's better to keep on walking
these sunshiny gravel paths between
your flower beds. and growing to look
like a pensive garden lady in Vic
t0rian engraving"
II suppose I'm like the tribe that
lived here, papa. / had too much I'M
pleasant excitement. 1t was unpleas-
ant-but 1t was excitement. 1 don't
want any more; In fact, don't want
anything but YOU"
'You don't7" He looked at her keen