Evening star., 1919-11-09

yhey lOVS 10 wee tHe usuhhb AoA6S
And hear the bellows roar.
And catch the burning sparks that ny
Like chaY from a threshng floor.
You might think that this black
smith by the side Of one Of the great
auto routes of the world would be
busy at vulcanizing rubber. putting
on tires. adjusting carburetors and
grinding valves instead of shoeing
horses and shrinking hot and steam
ing tires of steel and iron on wagon
wheels, but 'tis not so. He is still a
blacksmith with a leather apron, who
takes the hoofs of horses in his lap,
fits iron shoes, draws, drives, clinches
and rasps the plant horseshoe nails.
and tho Rambler hopes that he never
and burns the hoof to fit the shoe. A
great collection OF buggies may be
seen there. Some are in advanced
stages of delapidation. Some look as
though they had been able only to
crawl to this sanatorium for run-down
vehicles. and one might marvel at the
skill Of a physician to broken bodies.
tops, axles and wobbling wheels, who
can set these senile and decrepit bug
gies on their feet-or wheels-again.
In the group are some family car
riages that wear a wan and racked
and wrecked expression. They seem
to be on the verge Of dissolution and
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feel that they may never serve their
family again.
But perhaps these faithful old
things, after being dosed with a tonic
of iron bolts and nuts, and after being
massaged with fresh paint, and after
having the creaks taken out OF their
venerable bodies and wheels. may 60
back to their old homes invigorated
and refreshed. The Rambler does not
like to see an old buggy go to the
scrap heap. Tender memories cluster
around many of them. AS a matri-
monial agent the buggy had no COM
petitor until few years ago. and
perhaps IL statistics could be COM
piled on such subject they would
show that more men have been pro-
posed to in buggies than in automo-
biles.
From the pike and the blacksmith
shop the Metzerott road slants down
short steep hill and across q high
one-span iron truss bridge, resting on
concrete abutments that because of
age, weather and water are turning
from gray to green Beneath the bridge
flows Paint branch. Willows and
sycamores grow on both banks Of the
creek and the washing of the earth
on the water side of their roots has
caused them to grow aslant until
their foliage and branches interlace
and make roof above the creek.
Follow the Metzerott road for half
a mile and then turn left into road
fields and you come to the old home
of the Eversfield family. The chill
dren of John diversified and Anne
Perrie Wales were seven. They were:
First: DR.. Charles Eversfeld of the
United States Navy. now dead, who
Johanna Talbot of Washington.
They left no children. .." ...
Second: John diversified. who mar
ried first Maria WALES and had two
Charles and Anne. His sec
ond wife was Lucinda Herbert, daugh-
ter of Col. John Carlyle Herbert and
Mary Snowden. Their children were
Mrs. Mary KRAFT OF this city, Mrs. Will
liam Moncure Of Richmond. Miss Eu-
genia Eversfield Of Baltimore. John
Carlyle and Edward. The last two are
dead.
Third: Miss Anne Perrie Eversfeld.
deceased;
Fourth: Miss Bette Eversfield, de-
ceased;
Fifth: Julius Eversneld, deceased;
Sixth: Sarah Catherine Eversheld
(deceased). who married Richard
Roberts Of Calvert county, Nd, also
deceased. Their children were
Charles f. Eversheld, julius e. and
Joseph r. Eversfield. all dead. and
Mrs. George Il. Harwood. Mrs. Kate c.
Reid. Mrs. julius N. Dilworth, and
Miss Birdie Roberts, all OF Baltimore.
Seventh: DR.. William Octavus
Eversfield Of College Park (deceased).