The Washington times., 1920-07-14
tcontinusd fro. Yesterday

'Srhe restless sex Is setting the
world by the ears" he said tor
mentingly. "All this feminist busi-
ness, this intrusion into mans ar
fairs, this hdgety dissatisfaction
with a perfectly good civilization.
Is spelling you all"
as that the sort Of thing you're
putting into your wonderful novel?"
She inquired,
mo, it's too unimportant-"
"Dad! Let's Ignore him! Now,
dear. IL you feel as you do about a
career for me at present, / really
think l had better go to college.
do love pleasure. but somehow the
sort of pleasure I'm supposed to en-
Joy doesn't last; and it's the people,
think, that tire one very quickly.
1t does make a difference in dane
ing. doesn't it?-not to hear an idea
uttered during an entire evening
not to find anybody thinking for
themselves-"
"Oh, Steve!" laughed Jim, you're
not expected to think at your age!
All that, society expects OF you is
that you chatter necessarily during
dinner and the opera and do your
thinking in a ballroom with your
fec e."
She was laughing. but an un-
wonted color frightened her cheeks
as she turned on him from the
padded arm OF John Cleland's chair
where she had been sitting:
''If really thought you meant
that, Jim, I'd spend the remainder
OF my life in proving to you that
have a mind"
"Never mind him, Steve" said
John Cleland. "If you wish to go
to college. you shall"
"How about looking after us? In
Quired Jim, alarmed.
Dad, If my being here Is going
to make you more comfortable she
said, "I'Il remain. Really. l am Sc
rious. Don't you want me to goT'
Are you really SO restless
Steve?"
Mentally" she replied. with de-
nant glance at Jim.
"This will be a gay place to live
in If you go of four years" re-
marked that young man.
"You don't mean that you'll miss
mew she exclaimed mockingly.
"Of course I'd miss you."
Miss the mental stimulus l give
you ?"-sweetly persuasive.
mot at all. I'd miss the mental
relaxation you afford my tired
BRAIN"
"You beast! Dad, I'm going!
And some day your son will find out
that it's an idle mind that makes
girl restless; not restless mind
that makes her idle'~
'I was just teasing, Steve"
'I know it," She smiled at the
young fellow, but her gray eyes
were brilliant. Then she turned
and nestled against John Cieland:
81 have made up my mind, darling,
and 7 have decided to go to Vassar."
Home, to John Cleland ana MS
son, had come to mean Stephanie as
much as everything else under the
common rooftree. -...-
For the background OF FAMILIAR
things framed her so naturally ana
so convincingly and seemed so OBJ
viously devised for her in this mel
low old household, where every
thing had it's particular place IN an
orderly ensemble, that when she ac-
tually departed for college, the rou-
tine became dislocated, Earring
everything above and below stairs,
and leaving two dismaJed and ex-
tremely restlss men.
"SteVe'S going OIL IKE lHis mas
put the whole house on the blink,
protested Jim, intensely surprised
to discover the fact.
1t nearly finished Janet, whose
voice, long afflicted with the crack
ed tremoIo of age, now became al
most incoherent at the very men
ton of Stephanie's name.
Old Lizzie, the laundress, deeply
disapproving of Stephanie's depart
ure, insistd on doing her linen and
sheer fabrics, and sending hamper
once week to Poughkeepsie.
Every week, also, Amanda, the
cook, dispatched cardboard boxes
yassaward, containing condiments
and culinary creations which she
stubbornly refused to allow Cleland
Senior to censor.
"Ay tank leetle yelly-cake and
n leetle var of yam it will not hurt
Miss Stephaine," she explained to
Cleland. And he said no more.
AS for Meacham, he prowled
noiselessly about his duties, little,
shrunken, round-shouldered, as
though no dislocation in the family
circle had occurred; but every day
since her departure, at Stephanie's
place fresh flower of some sort