The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1920-11-26
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he was assigned. Her villa was set
high above the curvin shore, fac
ing a sheltered terrace garden re-
splendent in it's August glory; TO
seward, islands danced in the
haze: and behind the house. in the
sunlight. were massed spruces OF
brilliant arsenic green with purple
cones. The fluttering awnings
were striped cardinal and white.
Such was the strain Of the pent-
up force. He recognized the danger
signal. The same phenomenon had
driven him into the church, where
the steam had found an outlet
until now. And yet. so far as his
examination went, he had not lost
his beliefs. but the power OF COM
municating them to others.
Bremerton. and the sight OF an
other carrying on the work In
which he had been happy, weighed
upon him. and Bar Harbor oherel
distraction. Mrs. Larrabbee had
not hesitated to remind him OF his
promise to visit her.
II the gallery of portraits OF the
congre cation of st. Johns were to
be painted. this lady's, at the age
of thirty, would, not be the least
interesting. II would have been
out of the place in no ancestral hall,
and many Of her friends were sur
prised after her husbands death
that she did not choose one wherein
to hang IL. She might have. For
she was the quintessence of that
feminine product of our country at
which Europe has never ceased to
wonder. and to give her history
would no more account for her than
tho process of manufacture ex-
plains the most delicate of scents.
REMARKABLE FIGURE.
Her poise. her quick detection OF
sham in others not so fortunate
her absolute conviction that all
things were as they ought to be-
her charity, her interest in its re-
cipients: her smile, which was kind
ness itself; her delicate features.
her white skin with it's natural
bloom: the grace of her movements.
and her hair. which had a different
color in changing lights-such an
ensemble is not to be depicted save
by a skilled hand.
The late Mr.. Larrabbee's name
was still printed on millions Of
bright labels encircling cubes of
tobacco, now manufactured by
trust. However. since the kind that
entered Mrs. Larrabbee's house, or
houses, was all imported from
Egypt or Cuba, what might have
been in the nature of an unpleasant
reminder was remote from her
sight, and she never drove into the
northern part of the city, where
some hundreds of young women
bent all day over the cutting
machines.
To enter too definitely into Mrs.
Latrabbee's history, therefore, were
merely to be crude, for She is not
a lady to caricature. Her father
had been a steamboat captain-once
an honored calling, in the city OF
her nauvity-a devout Presbyte-
rian who believed in the most rigid
simplicity. Few who remembered
the gaucheries Of Captain Coring-
tons daughter on her first presenta-
ton to his family's friends could
recognize her in the cosmopolitan
Mrs. Larrabbee. Why. with New
York and London at her disposal.
she elected to remain in the mid
die West puzzled them. though they
found her answer, that she belong
there" satisfying.
Grace Larrabbee's cosmopolitan
ism was of that apperception that
knows the value of roots, and during
her widowhood she had been thrust
ing them out Mrs. Larrabbee fol-
lowed by "of'' was much more i'm
portant than just Mrs. Larrabbee-
And she WAS, moreover, genuinely
to her roots.
Her girlhood shyness-rudeness.
some called it, mistak ing the effect
for the cause-had refined into a
manner that might be characterized
as difficile, though Holder had
never found her 30. She liked direct
men; to discover no guile on first
went a long way with
her, and not the least of the new
rector's social triumphs had been
his simple conquest.