The Washington times., 1923-08-15
A Delightful Narrative of Domestic
Life by a Popular Magazine
Writer.

rancn, up. IN F0caVlIIe-anQ tnaC
my home"
He told her about the judge and
his mother and about the orchards
in Pleasant Valley, while he bal
anced a teacup on his broad knee,
and gingerly held a thin slice Of
cake between his big fingers.
Again he marveled at the readiness
with which words came to him, at
his facility in expressing himself.
Her apparent interest made it easy.
Even the frail, -white-haired moth
er declared she had let her tea
grow cold listening, and begged
for fresh cup. Philip told them
about the rush of the summer
months, the race with the ripening
fruit, the problem Of labor short
age, and the overshadowing JAP
anese menace that was driving the
native American grower out of the
fruit growing business. He told
about himself, the educational OPP
portunities the Vacaville High
School had afforded, his brief
months at the University of Cali
fornia. his preference for city life.
his successful business venture
with his brother-in-law.
"And I guess that's about all
there is about me, Miss Rowland"
he finished with laugh. Except
that I've got a laundering for all
this" he waved his big hand to-
ward the walls and about the
room. These things mean some
thing" he continued earnestly: st
know that, and I know it would
take years and years to learn
about 'em-bHt it isn't as though
didn't care"
Self Conscious.
He caught the girls eyes study
ing his face and blushed redly, his
old self-consciousness momentarily
returning.
You think 1t all unattainable,
Mr.. Baldwin," she said intensely,
"but it isn't so! All literature, all
poetry, all music may be yours for
the asking. You've got the only
thing that's essential, the key to
unlock the doors Of the treasury
the desire to knCw-the love-the
urge! It's those who don't care.
who are hopeless"'
I'm afraid it's too late to be-
GIN" he said obviously.
That's never true Of anythingr'
81 shouldn't know how or where
to go about it."
Surely that's not difficulty;
I'll be glad to show, you"
Philips face lighted UP with
eagerness.
you mean yorll tell me what
I ought to read and let me come
up here and talk things over with
you?"
"Yes-certainly."
Philip laughed one of his noisy
outbursts.
"That would be great, Miss Row.
land-that would be great! You'd
be my teacher, wouldn't you? And
1 tell you what: I'll be the best lit
tie pupil Won eyer hadp'
Their gay mirth mingled. Philip
turned to the forgotten old lady,
but Mrs. Rowland had disappear
ed. He saw her shadow moving
about in the bedroom.
Miss Rowland-how often can
! have lesson? I'm going after
this thing awfully hard. I'm 60
ing to study like blazes. I don't
want to become nuisance"
The girl shook her head slowly
in amusement.
We'll see how fast you prog
ress. Now, just what have you
read? You spoke of Kipling the
other EVENING""
I've always read his poetry
since was a kid up in Vacaville,
and there was a copy Of Plain
Tales From the Hills that an
old friend Of my fathers sent him
from England years ago."
well, now-let's see." She
rose from the tea table and went
to kneel by the bookcase, run.
ming her finger tip over the titles
of some Of the volumes. eve
ought to make II interesting for
you at first" she said. II believe
1t will be really a great deal of
fun, If you're truly in earnest. I
shall try to plan out a proper
course of instruction.
Have you read Vanity Fair or
David Copperfield?
CTO Be Continued Tomorrow