The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1920-10-25

IL presented an unCOmprOmlrlns
and rather scornful front to the sis
ter mansions with which IL had
hitherto been on intimate terms.
now fast degenerating into a shah
| by gentility. but as yet RETAINING
| from open solicitation. Their lawns
were growing a little ragged. their
stone steps and copings revealing
cracks.
ONE OF THE OBDURATE ONES.
Asa Waring looked with a stern
distaste upon certain aspects or
! modern life. And though he pos
sessed the means to follow his
friends and erstwhile neighbors
into the newer paradise five miles
westward. he had successfully re-
sisted for several years a formid-
able campaign to uproot him.
His three married daughters lived
In that clean and verdant district
surrounding the Park (spelled with
capitaD, while Evelyn and Rex
spent most of their time in the West
end or at the Country Club. Even
Mrs. Waring. who resembled
Roman matron, with her wavy white
hair parted in the middle and her
gentle yet classic features, sighed
secretly at times at the unyielding
attitude OF her husband, although
MIN LOT IL Hc
dren drew her.
On the occasion of Sunday din
ner, when they surrounded her. her
heart was filled to overlooking.
The Autumn sunlight, redeemed
somewhat by the slight base OF
smoke, poured in at the high win
dows OF the dining room, glinted
on the silver, and was split into be-
wildering colors by the prls MS of
the chandelier. Many precious ex-
ira leaves were inserted under the
white cloth. and Mrs. Warnings eyes
were often dimmed with happiness
as she glanced along the ranks on
either side until they rested on the
man with whom she had chosen to
pass her life. Her admiration for
him had gradually grown into hero
worship.
His anger sometimes reused, had
a terrible moral quality that never
failed to thrill her, and the Loyal
Legion button on his black frock
coat seemed to her an cpitome Of
his character. He sat for the most
part silent, his remarkable, PEN
etrating eyes. lighting under his
grizZled brows. smiling at her. at
the children, at the grandchildren.
And sometimes he would go to the
corner table, where the four lit
tlest sat, and fetch one back to
perch on his knee ara pull at his
white military mustache.
1t was the children's day. Uproar
greeted the huge white cylinder of
ice cream borne by Katie. the Sc
nior of the elderly maids: uproar
greeted the cake ian dfnally there
was a rush for the chocolates. little
tablets wrapped in tinfoil and tied
with red and blue ribbon. After that
the pandemonium left the dining
room 70 spread itself over the spa
cious house from the basement to
the great playroom in the attic
where the dolls and blocks and
hobbyhorses of the parental genera
ton stoicaly awaited the new.
SOMETIMES A VISITOR.
Sometimes a visitor was admitted
to this sacramental feast, and dear
est old gentleman in the world,
with great, high-bridged nose. a
slight stoop, kindly look. and
snow-white hair, though the top OF
his head was bald. He sat on Mrs.
Warnings right. and was treated
with the greatest Difference by the
elders and with none at all by the
children. who beseiged him. The
bigger ones knew that he lad had
what is called a history; that he
had been rich once. with a great
mansion OF his own, but now hc
lived on Dalton street, almost in
the slums, and worked among the
poor. His name was Mr.. Bentley.
He was not there on the particu-
lar Sunday when this story opens.
otherwise the conversation about
to be recorded would not have taken
n, Ynhp'c Church.
not often mentioned in Mr.. Bent
ley's presence.
We'll. grandmother" said Phil
Goodrich. who wa sthe favorite SON
in-law, how was the new rector to-
day."
"Mr. Holder is remarkable
young man, Phil" Mrs. Waring dec
clared, and delivered such good
sermon. 1 couldn't help wishing that
you and Rex and Evelyn and George
had been in church"
Phil couldn't CO." explained the
unmarried and sunburned Evelyn, he
had a match on OF eighteen holes
with me-"
Mrs. Warning sighed.
Il can't think what's got into the
younger people these days that they
seem 30 Indifferent to religion. Your
fathers vestryman, Phil, and l be-
leve it has always been his hope
that you would succeed him. I'm
afraid Rex won't succeed his father"
she added, with n touch OF regret
and glance of pride at her hus-
band. You never 60 to church, Rex.
Phil does"
II got enough church at boarding
school to last me a lifetime. mother"
her son replied. He was slightly
al M yYg 90
college. Besides any heather can
get on the vestry-it's financial
board, and they're due 10 put Phil
on some day. They're always put
ting him on boards"
ITO Be Continued Tomorrow