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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-14

the finding of the site of that famous
house ought to repay us for hanging
around Freestone Point on the Poto-
mac for few Sundays. But this is
not all. Henry Lee of Leesylvania
had other children than Light Horse
Harry and Richard Bland. These
were Charles, Theoderick. Edmund
Jennings. Lucy, Mary and Anne.
Charles Lee came to great prom
inence and was appointed Attorney
General of the United States in 1895
by President Washington in success
sion to William Bradford and served
till 1901. Theoderick Lee became d
prominent Washingtonian and his
wife was a daughter of Joseph Gales.
who owned the splendid estate called
lexington which gave its name to
what is now we'll built section of
Northeast Washington.
He was the editor of the National
Intelligencer for a long time. Mary
Lee became the wife of Philip Rich
ard Fendall of Alexandria. ancestor of
Philip R. Fendan of Washington.
Anne Lee became the wife of Gen.
Roger Jones. who became adjutant
general of the Army. and owned
large tract of land and summer home
on the Georgetown and Leesburg pike
west of Langley and opposite the
home of his brother. Commodore
Thomas APP. Catesby Jones. The lat
ter's home, called Sharon, is still
standing. and the Rambler told the
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Who was your husky friend?' asks
Swiftly Joe.
tells him. But he's as much your
friend as he is NINE" I adds.
"Hows that?" asks Swiftly.
why" says I, hes come on spe-
cial to be chummy with all Of us
everybody in town. Says So"
"Ahr-r-r chez" grunts Swiftly
How do they get that way?"
About then, though, our first regular
showed up; and instead of explainin'
about Bill Blagden's big heart and
how much he liked people. 1 had to
show the manager of an advertiser
his left elbow and steam in a half
arm punch with his right After him
came the vice president of an insur-
ratus work to reduce his belt meas
complete.
1t was gettin' on towards closin'
time and I was out at the desk again,
checkin' up our dates for the next
day, when / hears draggy footsteps
crossin' the front Office floor. Glancin'
around l discovers Big Bill. still totin'
that heavy grip.
''Eh?" says l. Couldn't you find
place to suit you?"
He drops the bag and slumps weary
what's the matter with this dad
burned town."
Why" says I. whats wrong?"
Seems to be full up says he,
Dustin full. Why. here l been
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Of Hanks is friend of mine-and my
friends call me Bill"
"Arl right. Bill" says I. How'd you
leave old Hank?"
oh, sittn' pretty as a cinnamon
bear on a cottonwood stump" says
Bill Found him and the Missus
rolln' around Boise in big bright
blue limousine as regal as the biggest
pair in the deck. Coin on to New
York, eh? says he. We'll, if you
need somebody to point out Main
street and the bright lights just you
call on my old friend Shorty Nc
Cabe.' 7 sure will says !, and that's
the first thing 1 done, you see"
Perfectly right" says j, land I'll
do what I can To-
No." says Bill, holdin' up one big
paw. Don't you get the idea that
you got tenderfoot on your hands
Bill Blagden may be green when he's
need leadin' around any. Not me. l
allus was an easy mixer. Drop me
anywhere that they talk United States
and I'll get along. Every time.
It's because i like people, i reckon.
Any kind. all kinds That's what got
me into the hotel business and kept
me there. Why, even now. I'll bet
there amt one in fifty that checks out
of the New BIagden but what I've
snapped grips with 'em. at least.
take 'em as they come, from shoe
drummers to sporty English lords
strayed down from Banff or Victoria
with their guns and fishin' rods: and
mostly they're as willin' to chat with
me as I am with them.
Makes EN- feel at home. you know.
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story Of it and gave you pictures of
it several years ago. Richard Bland
Lee married Elizabeth Collins, daugh-
ter of Stephen and Mary Parish COL
Inns of Philadelphia. She died in
Washington June "a, 1855.
Richard Bland Lee at one time own
ed Stra berry Vale Manor. part of the
ancient Scott tract. That house still
stands back from the west side of
the road leading from Lewinsville
(where Commodore Jones and his
wife are buried) to Tyson's crossroads
The Rambler wrote that story years
ago. Richard Bland Lee also owned
a home. which he called Sully. not far
from the town of Herndon. and about
three years ago when the Rambler
wrote that series of Difficult run,
Sugarland run. Broad run and Goose
creek stories which occupied him
nearly a year. he sought for Sully, but
did not find it.
Whether Charles Lee, Theoderick
Lee. Edmund Jennings Lee. Lucy,
Mary and Anne Lee were born in the
old house that stood where the garden
flowers grow he does not know, but
he considers it a fair assumption that
several of them were. He knows that
Light Horse Harry and Richard Bland
Lee were born there. Just minute
please forgot to set down in the
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Yeauh, Can't stir the mixture too
thick for me. I'm right to home In
a crowd, for | can feel that every man
in sight is one | could make a friend
of if / had half chance. That's why
it's such a treat to me to get to
big place like this. I'm goin to have
a whale of a time. too. Shorty, just
knockin' around among all you good
people for a couple of weeks. Might
seem like big proposition to some.
gettin' folksy with five millions all at
"a whack. and l may miss some o!
'em. at that. But I'll make good
stagger at 1t. They have sayin' out
my way n heart as big as Bill Blag-
den's,' and while some of that may
be due to my size maybe the rest is
based on something else. Let's hope
so. Now I'll just mosey along and get
settled at my headquarters
''Where you stopping, Bill?" l asks
Amt picked out place yet" says
Bill. Want to look EN- over first. and
then when l find likely lookin' joint
I'll just camp down. stow my bag.
swap a few yarns with the boys be-
mind the desk and proceed to circu-
late around town. I'll be in off and
on. most likely
That's right says l.. Let me
know when you get located"
And with a, friendly wave he swings
up that hundred pound grip in his
right hand and goes breezin' out to
hobnob with New York.
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THE COMBATANTS

and that was enough. 1 haven't him
any longer When 1 go we shall all
| be gone"
then came back.
You don't believe that 1 have been
working and economizing these TWEEN
Ity years for my own benefit? II was
| for him. And / didn't regret ii when
he grew up and l saw what he was
The acres which l added to the other
Iacres. to whom were they to de-
scend except to him? And the house
(which l had rebuilt just before the
twar-it was for him. And when l did
without something which | wanted or
needed it was for him. When l broke
my back working from morning to
evening. it was for him. When 1
sewed, it was for him. When l reaped.
it was for him. Now all is over. I'm
left here alone. All 1 have done-of
what use is it? What use am I to
myself? Will you tell me that? l
have nothing to do but to die. There
! is nothing else.
He let himself sink into his seat.
You mustn't say that murmured
the soldier There are things to be
| done
After a long silence the old man
raised his head.
Tell me how it happened"
at happened the way things like
that happen at the front. 1t was a
|
group. Martel and one other were
| killed outright Three others were
wounded. l hadn't scratch. 1t Was
| just before we were going TO be re-
| lieved.'
! he paused and began again:
I'VE were comrades. Martel and I.
! We talked together. He spoke to me
| about you and about farming and the
| sbil. He loved the soil. And he made
me promise to tell you if anything
happened to him. And to bring you
| his effects when I could. SO. as the
accident happened only some days
: ago and | knew that I was going to
! get a furlough. I came myself instead
J of writing. l thought that perhaps
! you had already heard. Here are his
| effects" the soldier added. putting the
little black package on the table.
| Pere Martel laid his hand on the
package. but didn't open it.
! Il thank you. in spite of the suf-
! fering you have caused me-" he said
! slowly. He knew how to choose his
! friends-my boy did. l thank you
with all my heart"
you don't need to. I promised him
and promise like that must be kept
. The old man struggled to control
! himself
i "And your own home" he said
| will you have time to go there, now
that you have put yourself out to
! come here?"
Il have no home. tThe soldier
] shrugged his shouldersD 1 have no
| one. / was an orphan asylum boy
| They called me Dufour, from the
street in which l was found. My home
it is the first lodging 1 come across
! In Paris I work in the Faubourg 81.
Antoine as a carpenter. My comrades
are all scattered here and there. wher-
| ever there is fighting. So. you under
stand, haven't given up anything in
order to come here"
Pere Martel looked at him
Then. you have nothing in the
world"
An indefinable expression passed
over the soldiers face. He answered
a question somewhat different from
the one which the old man had asked.
IT have my own skin to defend" he
said simply. And then that which We
all defend-that which belongs to
every one, even to those who have
nothing"
There was another silence.
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Charles. that Billy Clark manages. I'll
tow you around there"
Maybe you know the King Charles?
One of these so-called "home-like"
little joints. where they have three
stuffed chairs and sick rubber tree
in the lobby. two bell-hops and an
American plan dinin' room done in old
ivory with pink candle shades on the
side tables. About dozen regular
New Workers live there the year
round because they get permanent
rates and have hogged rooms with
real sunlight in 'em. The others are
folks from Grand Rapids and Des
Moines and Houston who have been
tipped of by friends and come to
stay two or three weeks at a time
while they do daughters trousseau
shopping and mother has her teeth
fixed up. Some of 'em work up a nod
din acquaintance with each other, and
the head waiter calls 'em by name,
and if they can stand the eggs and
coffee they feel almost as much at
home as if they was back where they
could shake the furnace and put out
the cat.
My friend Clark don't happen 20 be
in sight when we blow in, but l tack
les the young gent with the tooth
brush mustache who's subbin' on the
phone exchange while the day oper-
ator fixes herself up for a speedy get
away when the night girl shows up. I
beckons to him across the desk.
Say, l want you to take care of
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LAYING 1t On.

GEORGE LUKS. an artist. discuss
" ing a young portrait painter al a
New York art exhibition. said:
BLANK will get on. He has slight
talent for portrait delineation. his
pictures always fatter the sitter. and.
last. but not least. he excels in the
art of paying compliments.
Blanks compliments might seem
fulsome to some of US. but he gets
away with them:
81 once visited his studio in Gramerc!
Park when a woman was sitting to
him for her portrait. This woman
was far past her prime. bat had once
been a great beauty.
Arranging herself nervously before
the easel. she said:
! ".Ah, Mr. Blank. if you could only
paint me as ! was ten years ago.
90 am afraid, madam. Bank replied.
eallantly, that children'a portraits
are not in my line"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-14
By Frederic Boutet.

! "All that / have done-alI that l
have DONE" mumbled the old man.
"All that-it can't be that it is lost.
Since he is no longer here, it will be
for the others--it will be for every
body. 1t must be of use. Things must
go on. There is need of that. We
must say that there is, my boy? We
must say SO in order to have courage.
But it is hard. 1t is hard. I can't be-
lieve it," he cried suddenly, and be-
gan to sob.
You must keep busy" said Dufour.
You must have something to do. This
is the time for autumn seeding
That's true. And then it is time to
watch the soils that need draining.
how do you know about seeding
time?" he asked, surprised at the
others suggestion.
He told me-" Dufour explained
He thought only of that-of farm
ing and of the soil. He was always
worrying about how things were GO
ing here and wondering if you could
get through with everything
He loved it He loved the soil as
l love it," Pere Martel groaned. And
the soil-it mustn't suffer. There
would be nothing more then. Every
thing would be finished. That cannot
be- That cannot be. The soil. you
see. the SOIL
He repeated the word again and
, again, as if to bring home to him
self what it meant to him and to draw
from it the force with which to COM
bat his despair.
, The clock on the wall struck the
hour.
Il must go
The soldier got up.
II shall come back to see you--aft-
erward. if 1 am still alive. But now
/ must hurry off. It's near my train
time I am sorry to leave YOU. but
] must.
where are you going asked Pere
Martel.
The soldier looked at him in sur
prise.
You know very well-to the front
I am going back to fight"
a. too"
The old man got on his feet.
Not like you. my boy. I can't do
that. But I'm going to keep on grow
ing what the others must eat"
And as the soldier returned to the
war the old man returned to the
fields.
Copyright. 1920,
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Translated from

Translated from the French by William l.
Mcpherson.
TINE soldier had stopped in the
village and asked his way.
They pointed out to him the
little farm near the cross
roads, 500 meters farther on
He started off again with his swing
ing step, both hands in his pockets
and a small black package under one
arm. But as he drew near his destin-
alton his pace slackened and his face
was clouded with embarrassment.
Reaching the farm. he halted. had
a last spasm of hesitation ana swore
between his teeth
There's nothing else to do. must
go through with IT.
Tossing away the stump of his Gig
arctic, he pushed open the door of the
farmyard.
The yard was big and well kept. At
the far end was the house-that of a
well-to-do peasant. To the left We're
a shed and we'll. To the right We're
the pigsty and the chicken pens.
An old man stood on ladder mend
ing the straw roof of the chicken
house He turned around and saw
the soldier.
Whdt 90 you want ne CdIleu
us that you, NJ. Martel?" the soldier
asked politely. He spoke with a sliSht
Partisan accent.
Yes" answered the old man. What
do you want with me?"
Il have something to tell you.
The old peasant climbed down. He
was in his shirt sleeves and stopped
at the foot of the ladder to put on the
sabotS which he had left there. y
cloth cap was pulled low over his gray
head. Stiff white hairs stood out from
the many wrinkles of his furrowrd
face. But his little eyes sparkled and
his mouth was firm and energetic.
For a moment the two gazed at
each other.
We'll what is it?" the older man
asked.
Il come from the 'front.' the SOL
der began-"from the front, where
your grandson is"
"Weil?' said the farmer, his eX-
preston changing.
pierre Martel-he's your grandson.
isn't he?"
"Well?" the old man exclaimed for
the second time. His voice was hoars-
err now and his neck twitched convul-
sively.
II see that you don't know. Some
thing has happened to him"
He isn't? He isn't"
Lie OlO man " DIS pdheihS. hS SUI
der wanted to protest and to soften
the news. But he read in the others
eyes that that was useless. So he
merely bowed his head.
There was a silence. broken only by
a deep groan. The old farmers face
was twisted into a helpless grimace.
He recoiled a couple of steps, seemed
about to collapse. and then. all of
sudden. rushed into the house.
The soldier followed and found him
in the big kitchen. seated beside a
table. motionless. his eyes fixed on
vacancy.
Some minutes passed. A clock on
the wall licked monotonously.
Finally the soldier ventured to put
his hand on Pere Marters shoulder.
I'VE must be reasonable" he stam-
mered. I'VE must be brave"
Il had only him. whispered the old
man.
He Strengthened up and grasped the
soldiers arm with his gnarled fin
gers.
II had only him. you understand.
All the others died off. But had him.
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and they wouldn't grin back

And they wouldn't grin back
asks.
Grim says he. why. 1 could
hardly get one of them sick -haireu
me. 1t was. No. nothing left or
Not ROOM without so much as
turnin' their heads See here. broth
err ] says to one young gent. VINO
was ALTERED busy polishin' his hnger-
nails and buzzin' in the ear OF tne
blonde cashier. don't you tnihh Hou
could stow stranger from Wyoming
somewhere for the night" Don
YOU know what no spells" he comes
back at me crisp. and then turns ms
back Another one simply glares at
me. oh. come now" l says 10 MN;
Let's talk this over sociable. All
want is bed and a. but he yawns
i'm my face and walks off. a dozen
others acted about the same say
do all hotel clerks here hate every
body that way, or is there somethlns
about me that throws EN- into a II,
of rage?"
"Oh, 1 expect they treat everybody
! You don't say?" says Bill. Makes
| it very nice for the stranger. don't
| it? Why. you'd think Id come
sneakin' in to ask for free handout.
| or that / was somebody they'd caught
kickin' cripple, or playin an a. ace
from my sleeve. But what do ! do
sleep in the park?'
Not while I'm here. Bill 1 assures
him. You must have been battin'
around in what we call our lobster
district, where the tourist tide is gen.
orally pretty high. But you'd fnd
them big hotels kind of expensive.
anyway. Now let's see if I can think
of some smaller. side street place
where-why. sure! There's the King
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the door myself led 'em to the desk
and told Charlie or Joe to take care
of 'em right. Even towed 'em to good
tables in the dinin' room and passed
the tip to the waitress. But no more.
Anybody that signs from New York
after this, Shorty, gets special treat
ment-mighty special. l don't often
work up a grudge against five million
people, but 1 sure got one now. And
I'm going to square accounts with 'em
liz l have to stick in the hotel bust
ness to the end of my days"
I'm bettin' he keeps his word, too.
Course. it amt going to reform our
room clerks and box office men. or
wean 'em from their snappy ways;
but many a gay soap drummer or
cloak and suit salesman who by rights
fought to register from Yonkers or
Hackensack. N. j.. is going to make
the mistake of their lives by breezin'
up to the desk at the New Blagden
and writin' New York after their
names. And they'll come away won
|derin' why.
Copyright. 1890. by sewell Ford.)
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AS They Tell 1t to Shorty

Come again brother i tell EN- and
stay as long as you can. And re-
member you're alus welcome. We're
here to give you the best we got and
as much as you want of it have my
boys in the office and my dinin' room
girls trained to do the same. Greet
every guest with a smile is my
motto. and anybody who can't do that
soon gets eased off the pay roll. It's
simple enough. and it works. You
get back what you give out. whether
it's grins or EroucheS. and it's me for
the grins. every time. Eth. Shortly"
It's worth tryin'. anyway" says l.
only you may find some of us here
kind of weak on returnin grin
'1ll chance that" says Bill NV
notion is that folks are pretty much
alike. from sheep herdes to Wall
street brokers. If you hk, 'rm.
they'll like you. And must say.
Shorty, I'm partial to the human race
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huntin' around all day. from one hotel
to another. and shoot me for
Siwash if they'll let me in anywhere
Are you havin' an annual roundup
or what"
''Oh. nothing special I guess says
T. Our hotels are like that most of
the time"
Then what are all them room
clerks so mad about" he demands.
Strike you that way. do they
says L.
IF it had been only one or Two
Of 'em :" he goes on. 81 might have
thought they'd been on party the
night before and I'd happened along
when they was feelin' Bit snappish.
But it's a common complaint faps
and snarls was all I could get out
of any of en-
Huh" says I. Spring your grin
on 'em. did you?
He mods.
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By Sewell Ford.

my friend Blagden. from wyoming
I begins. Hes on here for a
Nothing left" cuts in the clerk
pluSgin' No. 291 in on a wrong wire.
Just a minute" says l. Mr.. Bag
den has been
Nothing. ! tell you." he snarls az
me, peevish.
Grin at holm, Bill" I suggests
Grin hard
"Aint got a grin left in me. SHORTY
says Bill. :,
NV way" saws J. Here, you young
sport with the ingrown srouch
Where's the manager
lie stares sullen at me mlhut.
and then concludes to answer. poh
know" says he. around somewhere
l suppose
We'll. suppose you unwino your
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"OR several weeks the Rambler
IL has written of that Irregular
ly formed neck of land be-
The Cordova daily times., 1920-11-02
PROVISION MADE FOR
 WOMEN VOTERS TO
 HEAR ELECTION NEWS

SPOKANE, Nov ? (by Associated Press.)-A new departure in church activities, due to the acquisition of the vote by women, is planned by two of Spokane's largest downtown churches during the election today, when election returns received over special leased wires will be read to the congregations. Six of the larg- est downtown churches have con- bined to make the election mass meeting tonight success.
 Now that women are voting, it is considered essential that provi- sion be made for families to gather at some central, comfortable place to hear election returns, as women as well as men are interested" said a member of the committee having the arrangements in charge.
The Cordova daily times., 1920-11-02
jointly, 56O acres near Seward;

V. Ray, of Seward, 2,560 acres; Lu- cille Newmon, 2,569 acres; Ella F. Gust, two 2,560 acres each; George E. Potter, 2,560 acres; G. F. Michel son, two, 2,560 acres, all in the Cold bay district.
 Cecil l.. Penney and Charles Bar mold of Seattle, each asked for a permit for 2,560 acres, while Clar ence A. Campbell of Leavenworth Wash, filed on 600 acres, all three being in the Cold bay district.
The Cordova daily times., 1920-11-02

A city dweller knows that the farmer leads an independent life because a farmer knows the clty man makes big money without work ing for it.
The Cordova daily times., 1920-11-02
APPLICATIONS FOR OIL
 AND LAND PERMITS FILED

More applications for oil leasing and prospecting permits were re- ceived last week at the Juneau land office, most of the claims be- ing located in the Cold bay district,
 Those received include: Leonard F. Thompson and Frenk B. Camp,
The Cordova daily times., 1920-11-02
SHORT STORIES
 ABOUT ALASKA
 OCCURRENCES

w. c. Bates, an old timer of Kenai peninsula, is making his first trip outside since 1907.
 team, beat the Juneau high school boys last week in the first game of the season, 21 to 10.
 Glen Bartlett, bear hunter and l manager of the Gastineau hotel, at Juneau, has been on a vacation trip to Sitka.
 Cold storage plants at Prince Ru- pert are filled with fish, there being | over 900,000 pounds of halibut alone waiting for shipment to the east.
 James A. Stewart, interested in oil fields in the Susitna district, has gone to the states to attempt to secure capital for the purpose of drilling on his property. Took on Lung Company, contract ors for Oriental labor for canneries of Alaska, have written to the school tax collector for Alaska at Juneau, asking that a refund of $19O be sent them on account of money they claim was collected illegally from Chinese cannery workers in the territory. In letter written from their San Francisco office they say the amount was collected from men on the vessels B. R. Cheney and Pectola at Naknek. When they ar rived back at San Francisco num- Der of them were found to be under age. so that the contractors wish the money back to refund to the men.
The Cordova daily times., 1920-11-02

Professional kodak finishing. Scar borough. Agency at Cordova drug store.
The Cordova daily times., 1920-11-02

Graham Bread fresh every day at the City Bakery.