The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1923-02-02

hhndn TO nutrtmrnt Nhicn tney herc /
not seek. kindly Destiny has 40
arranged Il that nutnment shall OF
itself enter their lansuid grasp.
DIDN'T see all that then. I hadn't
been a nurse and found out that
there's iotA OF blood inside n man;
nor a government Hervantf and TO
allied there's lots OF beastliness In
him: nor worked for wages. nor seen |
what harlequin's coat is daily life. |
No harlequin In the counties, but
only people CARRIED In tho tweed
best suited 20 their compilations, the
tweed OF their fathers. fated 10 be
tho tweed OF their sons. When !
think OF tho country gentlemen and
the wives made necessary by the
Instinct OF INTERPRETATION and the
governRnee OF a large house. | am
overwhelmed by the justice OF my
comparison with tho sea anemone, |
used 70 think them duh, tho hard
mou,hcd women who rode the soft
mouthed horses: the elderly ladies'
who could afford 20 dress worse
than their cooks because they were
All Right, tho Hauirea. with their
queer. clipped language. their u-leHn'
ness. their "ain's." and their
"don'tcherp." I recall tho static
panorama Of Hodge, in the taprooni.
his enormous clny.caked boots
stretched out TO the yermllion fire.
smoking a clay pipe and chewing
the cud. hts dull eyes resting thru
I tho window on the COW that uduAts
Z outside. chewing tho cud. too, II
/ has been going on for centuries. and
III wonder whether. when sea
anemone diea. junior sea aneinone
drifts along on the movements OF
the sea. which are like those OF
Time: whether IL drops upon rock
and notices tho place on tho rock
where less slime is deposited than
on tho rest: and whether Il negli.
gently drops It's anchors on that
spot just as James. son OF
William. William. son OF Howard.
drops his anchor at Cher Court.
Ono has only 20 listen 10 their talk.
Now that u all lies so far away.
nine years that include a war. l
perceive a greater clarity in these
remembered scraps OF talk. tho half,
reluctant talk OF people who do not
talk easily.
When I think OF these sea anem.
ones. soon my father comes up be
fore me. and usually the nama pio-
ture al the same time. Lunch 10
finished. Ny father Ia playing with
his coffee spoon and staring into
tho smoke that rises from his cigar.
Mamma Il looking nj him doubtful.
~. from pleasant brown eyes that
are little lighter than mine. She
Ia awaiting tho NJ moment TO rise
and leave the room. wait the
time OF her rising. am aware
that behind the red.halEa door AZ the
end OF the dining room tho butler.
and within tho buffers zone OF In.
f1uencc other moniais. arc awaiting
that later 1T moment when my
father shall riae. too. and leave tho
room. There IL little hush. the
hush OF attendance upon Sir William
Rodwin Trent. eighth barone,. play.
Ing with his coffee spoon. The
hush also OF half past two on
rather warm day Tho hush that
follows q weli-cooked lunch. Tho
volutes OF blue smoke curl and un-
/ curl about tho sea anemons en-.
throned In it's Georgian armchair.
What Ia he thinking OFT Was II not
written that he should DO eighth
baronet because there was a ssy.
enth7 Did he not 20 10 oxford just
as he would have gone 10 Cam.
bridge. with equal forvor and pre-.
destination. II no had been born
seven miles away. at Eddcrton hslig
I'm laughing at him. but mean no
harm. love him He 10 seldom had
cross word for me. even on the day
when. at tho ngc OF seven. I was TAX
en- 10 see the Prince OF Wales open
the Thames Institute. I Glove thru
tho hush In high. childish voice.
pointed at the sacred parsonage. and
asked. who's that fat many' Only
papa well. will my children think
me funny7 Is every generation the
joke OF the next. and tho admiration
OF tho next but two7 II In difficult
TO believe that papa's generation will
eyer be tho admiration Of anybody.
For the picture persista. A. mamma
rises. papa follows. takes my arm.
and accompanies US 20 the drawing
room. We stop for a moment In the
hall. On the bearsltin before tho fire
Belinda. our old bloodhound. Ia wait-
Ing. and. tho Il is june. believes that
she is warming herself by the empty
crate. For Belinda warns herself
there In December. and ahe Ia a
! martyr to tradition. We 20 10 her.
Her tall swishcs: she sits up. and
rests upon us the immense melan-
choIy OF her little biood-zoned oyos.