Evening star., 1922-12-03
TheTerrible Yellow Cap and Sweater
and the Story of Their Wearer After
the Slave of the Lamp Was Called.


gracious phrasing of her let
ter, Andrew Campbell decided
in his own mind that Mrs. Lowell must
oe a grande dame of the old school.
He wanted the money. heaven knows,
but he had journeyed from New YORK
20 Greenfields to do her portrait in
state of delighted expectation at the
chance of painting such a type. He
thought she would have snow-whtte
hair and a fine, worn face. full of
wrinkles. that expressed noble
character-so. mentally. he posed her
in black, with old lace.
Andrew had other expectations. too.
He felt sure that the Lovells would
live In an ages. old colonial manor
house with tall. white pillars and
that they would have a brown-eyed
daughter, who would play around
with him when he wasn't painting the
mother Andrew had been away from
his native land for twenty years-and
his naive ideas were mostly gathered
from a family he had met one sum-
Iner at Freiburg. He wasn't really
fool.
When Andrew got off the sleeper
and beheld Greenfields as hustling.
grimy little city, and when he found
the ancestral home of the Lovells to
oe mansard villa. and the only child
of the house 4 gawky cub of a son:
and when Mrs Lowell herself turned
out to be short and bulsily fat and
insistent on being painted In purple
satin and diamonds-well, Andrew
was as mad as blazes.
He settled down to his task in
bad state of sulks, and determined to
hustle the thing through. He was
further outraged. therefore. to find
that Mrs. Lowell would pose for only
two hours in the morning and for the
rest of the time he must be the Low
ellis guest and be trotted about In
local society. He stood little of 1T.
then he jibbed and said he wouldn't
be lionized. The Lovells were good
natured about it. But Johnny Lowell
grinned at his mother.
Wait till Caroline Manson gets
hold Of him." said Johnny. Just that
and no more. In the meantime he Of
and show him the sights of Green
fields.
In impressive succession they view
cd the park. the Soldiers Home. the
cemetery. the gasoline engine COM
pany's fve-acre plant and several
dozen lesser factories. They rode
through street after street Of decent.
hideous little frame houses where
,iwelt the working population. Then
they took a run through the residence
section, with special emphasis on the
Italian castle of Joshua Y. Manson.
Andrew regarded everything with
settled misery. If his thoughts could
have been tabulated they Id have
run something like this:
"Poor creatures,
; "How unspeakably monotonous!
, elbow beautiful it might be?
! sRut how stupidity ugly it is.
. "No savoir viTre!
"No appreciation of the nuances OF
life.
picturesque slums would be better.
than this.
1.-THE worst of it is no one here sees
; sThat's the horror o. it"
| That's the horror of it,
Andrews solid Scotch forebears
made him see that the town wasn't
poor-but his artists eyes ached at
the unnecessary ugliness. He paid
little attention when Johnny an
nounced:
Now we'll go out to the country
club
TIE turned the car out wide street
i that will be called a boulevard
some day. and let 'er out in raptur-
Gus burst of speed for couple OF
miles. They flashed through a grove
of oak and pine .skidded round a wide
circular driveway and stopped with q
bone-wrenching jerk before an unin-
teresting looking eX-farmhouse. 9th
er cars were grouped at one side. and
some women in white linen were
waving tennis rackets about In the
middle foreground. Farther back.
two gentlemen of uncertain years sal
lied forth to the perils of the bunker.
while two morose caddies attended
them with their golf1ng impedimenta.
Johnny walked Andrew round the
side piazza out onto wide. screened
porch. There they stopped. and john
ny looked at Andrew triumphantly.
Some view," said Johnny.
For the simple and somewhat full
facade of the Greenfields Country
Club gives not the slightest hint Of
the view from its back. One sees
then that the clubhouse is set at the
top of a long and generous slope.
leading down into a maryelously fair
and peaceful valley. Here and there
in the dimpfng hills and dales clus-
tets of trees have been spared. or a
tangled copse Of wild native shrubs
forms a natural bunker that may we'll
make the golfer approach the ball
with cautious preliminaries. The turf
Is vivid living green. the trees are
full-foliaged and robust. Loveliest
Of all. at the very lowest point in the
valley lies a little pool. like cup 70
silver spilled on the green.
..Some view," said Johnny again.
And he is right.
"Some view," murmured Andrew,
and restrained himself with an effort
from hugging Johnny Lowell and
shouting with Joy. For Andrew had
been thinking that he should never
be able to stick It out in Greenfields
and finish Mrs, Lovelrs portrait, but