, 1923-01-16

was still another newness to disturb
him-a not SO much of
p~hraseology as of outlook.
This Is = new life" TeCdle graveIy
continued, and I've got to get in
ster with it or get walked over. There
IRE people dow here who have the
gift of making poverty romantic.
people who can turn an empty pock-
etbook into a sort Of adventure. They
can eat Mo ouD and spaghetti an
gratin and wash cold storage capou
down with that eau-de-quinine stuff
they drink and be happy on It be.
cause they know they are free, free
to express themselves, free to work
and live and think. and come and go
as they like. And that's wonderful.
Uncle Chandler, when you come to
hin of it"
Uncle CHANGER sat thinking this
ever with no great amount of enthu.
siasm on his ace
Its sinful the way the children
Of our idle rich are kept cooped up
and shut away from real life," Teodie
went on. They're hemmed in with
a lot OF silly old taboos. They're laced
up a straight-jacket OF social Laws
until they're too flabby to face "a
personal dilemma that an East Side
shopgirl could decide before she'd
finished powdering her nose"
Unc.e Chandler took W his tea,
cup and then put it down again.
II rather fail to see wha the per-
sonal Dredlcaments of shopgirls have
got to do with the NATTER lie said
with some acerblty. Your n Hay
den, the third wealthiest woman in
Orange county, and a girl who's had
every comfort that MONEY and ma,
ch!nery can give her. Yet you leave
a home that cost about two-thirds Of
a million - without counting those
cross-eyed marble lions your mother
brought over from Florence for the
Sunken Gardens - and come down
here into this moth-eaten backyard
and live on macaronl and red Ink
and dream that raw life is being
dished W to you on the half-shell.
You talk about Liberty and expressing
yoursc r. and all you're doing Is
summing, just slumminS!'
FREDDIE SMILED. It was a lanSuid
1 smile and a superior one.
"Cncle Chandler" she remarked,
you really don't know what you're
AAANAAAE -toN ~ NV las AAANIt a W
decided hat in one day you can sec
more life, real life, out OF that crook.
ed window there han you could dis
Germ m Tuxedo Park in a century"
She ushcred him coward the case
ment IN question.
Look at that Italian woman with
the bundle OF clothes on her head.
And those kids crowdinE about the
hokey-pokey man. And that gray
headed Old candy.seller with the
feather.duster in his hand. And that
white hearse with the white angel
kneelinS on top and that line of
Dago mourners marching along Just
as you'd see them in Naples or An.
coma.
"And look at that wagon load of
Grated geese that have Just come from
the Ganesvoort Market. with their
necks craued put between the stats.
Why. those poor things are fighting
for liberty just about the same as
I've been fighting for itg'
And about as effectively" remark
! ed Uncle Chandler.
well, whose funeral is IT,. any.
way?' demanded Teddie, with her
first touch OF impatience. This hap
pens TO be my show. and I happen to
be running It in my own way. 1
know what's ahead of me, n I'm
going straight for H."
Teddie's uncle was able TO smile at
the incorporating ardor of youth.
Young lady. I'm going down to
Hot Springs tomorrow morning to get
some of the acid steamed out OF my
knee,joints." sad the Major, You're
old enough TO do as like. I've
always admitted that. And I've
talked to your dad about IL, before
no got away. And he remarked that
St wasn't "A matter Of such a remen
dous Importance after all. since he
has Just figured out that the planet
on which We at present subsist WI he
completely obliterated IL some six
million years. And he seems to be