Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-04-02

RNED INTO THE PARK.
Henry smiled. Everybody nodded
his head in vigorous assent. They
recognized in him the expert-the
New York expert. Henry was con-
tent.
Now" said Theodore Camp, we'll
go out to the Country Club and we
won't say another word of business
until Monday morning. l want you
to see what the middle west is like,
Mills"
He turned to the little group.
Boys" he said. this man is a New
Yorker. You Know how he hates TO
leave Broadway and the cabarets and
all that. It's up to us to show him
what we know about living"
Everybody laughed jovially.
Henry enjoyed the siX-mile drive
cut the River road to the club. He
had never ridden in so big and pow
erful a car before, it rolled so much
more smoothly than a New York
taxi over New York streets; he would
have such a car himself. He caught
enchanting glimpses of the river. But
there was the old mill dam where
he had gone swimming and the bluff
where they had found the cave.
Henry wondered il the cave was still
there and how big it would seem now.
But he was not quite ready to spring
the fact that this was his home
town. He wanted just the right mo-
ment-the dramatic moment:
A hundred big cars were parked
near the clubhouse: a gallery of
thirty or forty people was grouped
around the eighteenth hole.
lust as they stepped out on the
) veranda a tall girl in a smashing
sports costume of green and white
drove off from the first tee. Henry
saw the beautiful. free swing of the
driver, caught a glimpse of the ball
skimming down the fairway, saw it
land good two hundred yards away
and go bounding on. THAT was a
good drive" he said admiringly.
Henry had given up golf after two
Cortlandt Park, but he knew a good
drive when he saw it.
THAT was my daughter Anita
said Theodore Camp. "she does this
course under eighty"
Henry met dozens Of cordial, we'll
dressed. assured men and women in
the next hour. Not one was a person
he had ever seen before; not one had
a name he remembered. There must
have been a tremendous influx of new
people. And, of course, he had never
known the people who owned Mid
vale-the conquerors. He had lived
with an obscure family in an obscure
street. He had carried papers night
and morning until he was old enough
to drive the feed-store wagon. He
couldn't go to parties and picnics and
high school dances. He had been al,
outsider. one Of the beaten ones. Now
he was one Of the conquerers. Now
he would be one of the people who
owned Midva1e.
Anita Camp came bounding up the
steps, crossing the floor with lons
strides.
"Anita-" her father began.
Anita had already seized Henry's
hand. Il knew who you are" she
cried; you're Mills of New York"
She wrung Henry's hand in an iron
grip. Gee. but I'm glad to See YOU
We certainly need new men,
Henry wanted to say something
clever and couldn't. She was toe
overpowering. She WAS 4 Strkeous
creature, with her yellow hair and
her sunbufnt neck and arms and her
green sleeveless jacket. But She
frightened Henry with her air OF
carrying everything before her. For
tunately. he didn't have to talk. Anita
Camp did all the talking.
you're true Shiianthropist, Mr.
Mills" she cried. ANY young man
who gives up New York to come gu,
here is a philanthrepist. And when
he's an eligible bachelor
Anita Camp threw her hand in the
| air to express the inexpressibIe.
Seriously" she said to Henry, in a
voice that could not be heard more
than twenty or thirty feet, II cant
imagine your keeping your freedom
for more than Sin months. But III
do the best 1 can to protect you
Well play golf all day tomorrow and
so somewhere else in the evening
to dance. I'll make up a foursoms
| right now"
But" Henry began.
Jack" roared Anita Camp. 'oh
Jack"