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Evening star., 1923-11-04
BY o. NJ. KILE.
HERE may be more romance
and poetry In apple blossom"
time, but the business end OF

>aERE may be more romance
and poetry In apple blossom
time. but the business end of
the season-the season that
pays the bills and fills the pantry
shelves-is apple harvest" time.
Few realize that less than 100 miles
from Washington lies one of the big
gest app1e-producing sections, of the
United States. The Blue Ridge apple
region is rapidly becoming. a for
midable rival Of the famous Hood
river and Wenatchee apple sections
OF the west. There seems every rea-
nson to believe that the day is not far
distant when high freight rates and
the initiative and enterprise Of the
Blue Ridge apple people will practi-
cally drive the far western apple from
!, the seaboard markets.
single shipping point in the upper
shenandoah valley-Inwood, w. va
will send out this year In the neigh
borhood Of 100000 barrels of apples.
That is thousand carloads-twenty-
five trains of forty. cars each Mar
tinsburg, Winchester, Shepherdstown,
Hancock and Keyser are other i'm
portant apple shipping points In all
something like a million and a quar-
ter barrels of this fruit will go out
from the upper Shenandoah valley
and nearby ranges this year.
Apple harvest time is, of course, a
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season Of great activity in the orchard
sections. Perhaps one. two or even
three years have gone by without a
crop. Late frosts may have blasted
all hope of returns in those years,
yet expenses went on and piled up a
heavy burden of debt. Under such
conditions encouragement tugs at
even the stoutest hearts. Then comes
a good crop, such as the crop of the
resent year. The growers see a
chance to pay off old debts and have
q nice margin left to bank. But the
crop must be safely harvested and
sSld before the returns can be def
nitely tagged and added to the bank
account And there are SO many slips
'twixt the orchard and the bank. A
rainy season at picking time may
cause the apples to fall to the
ground and cut the profits in half. A
single windy day may do the same.
The pickers may go on strike, the
packing plants may break down. or.
worst Of all. the bottom may drop
out of the market and make the crop
not worth picking. This last. hap
pened two years ago, when thousands
of tons of apples were left to rot on
the ground.
Oh, yes, you and went right on
paying cents apiece for what We
bought at the fruit stands.
X \
MO wonder, then. that apple-picking
~ season is an anxious and fever
ish time for the orchard owner. Gray
Silver, we'll known in legislative cir
cles in connection with the farm bloc,
is one of the biggest orchard men in
\ the Shenandoah section. He owns in
all 1,100 acres of land, over half of
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products plant makes 1t worth. while
that formerly went to waste or was
sold at very low prices for cider pur-
poses. This is an excellent example
of the application of efficiency meth
DDS to agriculture. and 1t is adding
many thousands of dollars to the
wealth of that region annually.
Another. interesting development in
the fruit business was early tried out
at Inwood. This is what Is known
as federal inspection at point Of
origin. Until within the last two or
three years fruit was shipped sub
ject to. inspection at. destination.
This has always been a great source
of trouble and loss to the shipper.
Sometimes unscrupulous dealers
would report that the fruit was not
up to the grade represented or that
1t had arrived in bad condition. This
always meantl oss to the shipper.
: Under the new system federal in
spectors are located right at the
packing plant and keep an eye on all
apples packed. They carefully in
spect six or seven random barrels
as each car is, loaded. The inspector
then certifies as to. the grade. quality
and condition OF this carload of fruit.
The car is then sealed, and turned
over to the railroad company. When
it arrives at its destination there can
be no argument. as to. the grade. If
the condition is bad-as, for in
stance II the shipment has been de-
layed and the fruit. has begun to
spoil-the receiver must collect his
damages from the railroad company.
The shipper, has nothing to do with
It. The receiver must send the full
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upon the sidewalk. tilted back, to ad-
mire. condemn. discriminate and pass
on all the citizens and strangers going
by, because Sthey know their word
completely.
The very village loafers, at their
favorite corner. are more truly
Partisan than the vague sports Of
our great cities, cramped and isolated
In the night resorts which are in
variably separated by water-tight
, compartments. Not so. cut of in Eek
elusive" pleasure-haunts, do you
keep in touch with all that happens
in your sphere? To keep In touch
with all that happens. day by day, in
Paris, is-or was-the pleasure Of the
boulevard. Something OF 1t remains.
To sit and stroll and talk and talk
and talk is still the true mark of this
street of streets!
To sit, on the open sidewalk, at
1850 little tables. is OF the essence
OF 1t. Certainly, 1t induces to I'M
promptu conversations with un-
have been left $4,000 to distribute
among the poor OF american cities by
their uncle's will. How usually eau
tious men fall 80 easily for the old
confidence game in Paris was former
ly explained by the insidious mauve
and green drinks of the boulevard.
Since the war. absinthe- has been
barred, the Amer.Picon has lost it's
superkick. and 'for the princess"
loaded with cocaine, is but a memory.
- .sr4' 5Iak + II X 4-a
TODAY the drinks are pink. yellow.
i pale green and glinting milky
white; but as previously, they
| are all long a drinks-to make them
last the longer, SO that you can do
more sitting and talking. Yet, there
were never 80 many confidence VIC
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/, Tins among clear-hsader tourists as
this past summer!
why could we not sit outdoors, on
the sidewalk like this. at homer" is
sure to come up in the amateur
Boulevardiers conversation. "It Is
great!'
THAT man, out there, has dropped
his pocketbooki" observes the casual
companion. When they rescue it. and
the man proves his ownership by
| naming its rich contents, they may
have q glass OF soda with canary
colored syrup In 1t. Flavor Of
sweet plums!' says the victim: but he
is the sweet plum and the canary Is
not due to drink. but to crave CONVEX
| sation in the open air. upon the Paris
Boulevard!
Here, talk was invented.
"Dissipatedr remarks Charley's
aunt. in view Of the yellow drink.
! 'Ripping! murmurs Char1ey's
schoolboy brother, slipping q French
!. dollar-biIl to Z passing fakr who
whispers transparent cards!"
Drop itr'swhispers Charley. and he
grabs the dollar. Charley knows the
Boulevard-he bought transparent
cards last summer. AID they are
"spik Ing-lsesh! VIII you xe burd7"
No answer.
frauds.
II spik Ing-ieeahi Zee burd al-so!"
"Oh. Charley. 10 It true7 Such
little birdi How much7"
/ The splendid blonde has spoken.
the girl Of milk and roses: and If
teen men. around about. take interest
In the dopy love-bird on q stick. so
full Of drug soaked seed that It Just
clings and clings.
"Get out! That bird Is sick! I'll
hare you taken up for cruelty 70
animalsr' eentiAuss Charisy's contri-
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the boulevard is this collective con-
sciousness. this public life that
knows itselfi
The Grand Cafe is gone.
One of the most famous boulevard
cafes has closed its doors, to be
transformed to hotel and steamship
ofnces by Canadian company. They
say that banks and big department
stores are buying up property after
property.
Will they kill the boulevard? It is
not likely. There is too much of it
left. It is too much alive.
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keep Mr.. Silver on the jump all day
long. His trusty f1ivver fits from one
orchard to another-some of them are
a good many miles apart-stops at
the packing house and shipping sta
ton awhile and then on again to an
other point. keeping in constant tele-
phone reach all the time.
When everything Is working smooth
ly Mr.. Silver's various trucks will
haul thirty loads Of apples a day.
each load averaging fifty bushels.
The picking season lasts about two
months.
Formerly each grower packed his
own apples on his own farm. This is
still done in. many sections. but at
several points the apples are merely
hauled in in rough boxes and fare
then graded and packed at the central
plant by machinery.
One of the most interesting Of these
plants Is at Inwood, eight miles
south Of Martinsburg, w. Va This
packing plant Is owned by the state,
and is in. the charge OF. H. w. Pretty
man. a representative of the agricul-
tural extension department of West
Virginia University. Its function is
twofold-first, to train apple packers
and plant managers. and. second, to
serve as a demonstration Of the ad-
vantage Of this method of handling
apples over the old-style home-pack-
ing system. sr--.-s' s-as.,'- :
Mr.. Silver was instrumental in get
ting the necessary appropriation from
the state for this purpose, and is
president of the cooperative group Of
apple growers who furnish the apples
used in carrying on this practical
demonstration. 1t Is conducted on a
strictly business basis and furnishes q
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lie life of Paris still mix In. 1t, with
out money and without price!
What is this magic place?
Is the boulevard the brain of Paris
No. the intellectual city is away OF.
across the river, in the university
quarter and among the publishers of
the Boulevard st. Germain. Its in
habitants are complete strangers to
the boulevard-except to take q day
off!
Is the boulevard the center Of Pa
risian traffic? =,
| No, the places of the Chatelet and
the Republique must always remain
this. by reason of the markets, the
railway stations and the production
quarters. Heavy traffic is actually
barred from the boulevard!
Is the boulevard the center OF
fashion? No, wealth and fashion
have their centers far west.
Is the boulevard the money center?
No, the bourse quarter is hidden be-
yond its southeastern limit. The
bourse OF commerce district escapes
1t entirely, as do the neighborhoods
Of the Bank Of France, the ministry
Of finances and the Hotel do Vile.
Is the boulevard the center Of
p1easure7 No. even this! Mont
martre, with the Champs -Elysees
and Bois' mako the boulevard seem
old d-fashioned-there IL not ono great
night restaurant upon Il! The pleas
ures Of Paris neither help nor hurt
the boulevard. Its animation is
highest twice day when dancing
palaces. race tracks and theaters are
flled-at o'clock in the afternoon,
the hour Of the pink drink. and at
10 pm. before tho theaters let out!
So. 1t IL queer. Here is an avenue.
no broader than many another. rather
ugly. not well built, shaded by dusty
trees. far from parks and gardens.
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newspapers, dit past, recognised and
unrecognizer. among shopgiris and
nondescripts.
Swindlers who have got away with
millions; exotic. politicians who have
breoght the. home :. treasury with
them; and great criminals, even. who
have made rich hauls are drawn ir-
resistablys to the Paris boulevard.
Equally SO are men who have built
great railways. irrigation dams and
sea walls-''the frock-coated Ameri-
cans" Of Robert Louis Stevenson, who
flung steel bands across . continent
just for. this leisurely repose.
4..*+*
IN the rubber swamps OF South Amer
/ lea and on the blistered sheep
ranges of.Australia men make dates to
meet upon the Paris boulevard. Indian
rajalfs and Armenian money-lenders
scheme to make the visit. Dusky Afri-
can kings. watching the southern cross
at night. dream Of It! The Paris boule-
ward Is the meeting place for the sue
cessful folks Of all the world!
Yet this fact did not make the boule-
ward, for Paris. rather. -is the, ideal Of
these people. Tho boulevard is the
Main street Of Paris!
Tho likeness Of the boulevard to. the
main street Of any American town. IL
the essence OF the thing. Here IL the
secret Of the bouleyard's great charm.
Each small home town has its own
bouievard-the Main street-which be-
comes the focus Of the township, with
the bank. post ONCE. the town han and
the plaza Of the brick hotel whore
cows are auctioned once q month.
. Il II the spot where the community IL
conscious Of itself. The otlsr streets
are vague.
The farmers sons, who Mt around the
Temperance Hotel at night ars your
true bouIsvardisfs. because tAsy sit
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An elephant cannot see an object
outlined against the sky at moro than
thirty yards.
The Washington times., 1923-11-24

6ok at poor Mary again, but I'd
feel young Hello! / believe
you're hitg' Mr.. Dinwiddie, having
solved his problems, was quite
himself again and alert for one OF
the little dramas that savored MS
rather tasteaess days. "I'd like
that. TN introduce you and give
you my blessing. Wrong side OF
the blanket. though"
"Don't care q hang"
'sThat' right. Who cares about
anything these days? And you
can only be young once" He
sighed. "And II she's like her
mother-only halfway like her iHl-
Oide-she'n be worth It."
els that q promise7"
wen shake on it. III see
Trent in the morning. Dine with
me at the club at eighth"
'Ratherl"
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VIII.

Tommy rot. Don't believe !
word Of 1t. Mary's mother was
one Of the Thornhills. Don't be-
heve there ever was Q Virginia
branch. But TN soon find out.
Also about this Josef zattiany.
That girl is Mary ogden's daugh-
ter"
They were seated in a corner
Of Mr.. Dinwiddie's favorite club.
where they had met by appoint
nent. Clavering shrugged his
shoulders. He had no inteation
Of communicating his own doubts.
"But youIl dine there tonight?"
Wont I? And III keep my
ears OPEN"
Clavering privately thought that
the Countess Josef zattiany would
be more than q match for him,
but replied: after all. what does
1t matter? She Is a beautiful and
charming woman and no doubt
you'll have a very good dinner"
That's all very well as Ear ms
It goes, but I've never been so
interested in my life. " course
II she's Mary's daughter I'll do
anything to befriend her-that is
II she'll be honest enough to ad'
NIT It. But I don't like this ly-
ing and pretence-
''I- think your terms are too
strong. There have been extra
ordinary resemblances before IN
the history Of the world, doubles,
for instance, where there was no
known relationship. Rather re.
markable there are enough faces
to 20 round. And she confesses
to be Of the same family. At Ill
events you must admit that she
has not made use Of her aifbi to
force her way into society"
Probably knows her alibi won't
stand the strain. The women
would soon ferret out the truth.
What I'm afraid OF is thar
she's got this power Of ATTORNEY
out of Mary when the poor girl
was too weak to- resist, and is
over here to corral the entire
fortune"
"oh, Trent! He's fool
where women are concerned.
But surely Judge Trent
Always was, and now he's got to
the stage where he can't sit beside
\ Rirl without paving her. They
won't have him in the house. OF
course. this lovely creatures got
him under her thumb. TN see
him today and give him . piece
az my mind for the lies he's told
mel And II this girl has inherited
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W

The next evening when he ar
rived at the club he found Mr..
DtnWiddie tuning.
what do you thinkr' he ex-
claimed e. he led his guest to
his favorite table In the corner.
That old rascal bluffed mel
BIuffed me. Said there was no
relative Of Countess Zattiany In
the country that he knew Of.
Looked blank an . post when I
told him Of the extraordinary re-
semblance Of that girl to Mary
Ogden. Said he never heard Of
her. Laughed ak the idea Of O
sub-rosa daughter. Pretended to
Be angry Ct such an aspersion on
MArYss fair fame-wAS in love
with her himself like the rest Of
us. But he was lying and he
knew that I knew he was lying.
What'u you ~have?"
Anything. Go ahead. I know
by the glitter Of your eye that
you haven't finished"
You're right, I haven't" He
gave his order and leaned for
ward i've done o little pros
pecttng on my own account.
Mary inherited the old Ogden
house over on Murray Inn. I
happen to know that the lease
ran out last year and that It
hasn't bean rented since. Wen,
I walked past there today, and
some one 10 living In it. Board
Ing Oh. Windows open. Fresh
curtains. A servant receiving a
pAEcel at the area door. She's
there, mark my worda."
mot . doubt Of It. Why didn't
y0u walk boldly mp ana sand IN
your card?'
Hadn't the courage. BealdnS
tl1A1 giri never heard Of M. ]
haAn't 1lae ghost Of an orcuse."
why not put Mrs. Og1eGaaOrpa
On tho acent3 ghe could can
Women are always fertile n ex
O"
Il can't go what pFsEsxt ~
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never heard g profound dislIlu-
sion IN any Wolnan.s tones. And
then . curious expression of fear
fitted through her eyes ana she
seemed to draw herself together.
what has some brute 81 man
done to her2' thought Clayering
with furious indignation. ana feel.
Ing more romantic than ever.
Could 1t have been her husband?
For q moment he regretted that
Count Josef Zattiany had gone be.
yond human vengeance.
Two Young to Hate
'You are too young to hate
men," he stammered. And then
he went on with complete banaI-
ity. ''You have never met the
right zEaz."
81 am older than you perhaps
think" she said dr1ly. .And I
have known q great many men
and Of q VARIETY But. she
added graciously. II shall be glad
II you win come and see me some
times. ! enjoy your column, and
am sure we shall find q great
deal to talk about.
Clavering glowed with . pride
that almost convinced him he was
not a hlng0 an he had Iaoned. Fra
rose. however.
"I'Il come az often as ycu win
let me. Make no mistake about
that. But I should not have
stayed so long. It Ii very late,
and you are-well. rather unpro-
tected. you know. I think you
should have chaperon."
II certainly shall not. And 81
! find you interesting enough to
talk with until two in the morn.
ing, shall do so. Dine with me
tomorrow night II you have moth.
ing better to do. And she
i1esitated "a moment, then added
with curious smile, Bring Mr..
Dinwiddie. It is always charitable
to lay q ghost. At half after
eightf"
She walked with him to the
front door, and when he held
out his hand she lifted hers alb
sently. He was q quick-witted
young man and he understood.
He raised it languidly to his lips,
then let himself out. AS he
was walking rapidly toward Park
avenue, wondering IL he should
tramp for hours-he had never
felt less like sleeping he remcm.
bered the broken window. The
"crime wave'' was Ierrorizing
New York. There was no police
man in sight. 70 leave her un-
protected was unthinkabIe. He
walked hack slowly until he
reached the lamp-post opposite
her house; finally. grinning. he
folded his arms and leaned against
It. There he stood until q police
man came strOlling along. some
two hours later. He stated the
case and told the officer that If
anything happened to the house
he would hold him responsible.
The man was inclined % BE- in
tenseiy suspicious until Clayering
mentioned his newspaper ana fol-
lowed the threat with q biII. Then
he promised to watch the house
like hawk, and ClaSering, tiroi
stiff and very cold. went home
to bed.
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III.

The critics left after the second
oct to damn the play at leisure.
clavering remained in his seas.
Forty minutes later. while the per-
formers were responding to faint
Calls, and amiable friends wsre de-
nnanding the author Of the doomed
MAY. the lady Of mystery tWno'
C7avering reflected cynicaIly' was
doubtless merely an unusual look
ing person with q commonplace
history-most explanations after
WA euesses were commonplace
LETT her seat and passed up the
aisle. Irresistibly, Clavering fol'
lowad her. As she stood Tor q mo-
ment under the glare Of the cleo
trio lights at the entrance ne oD-
served her critically. She sur
vfved the test. A small car drew
mn to the curb. She entered II.
ana he stood in the softly falling
snow feeling somewhat OF TOOL.
Az he walked slowly to his rooms
IN Madison Square he came den-
nitely to the conclusion that 1t was
merely his old reporters instinct
that burned so fiercely, even when
he had prodded Dinwiddie and
ehaken hands in q glow Of antici-
nation. Certainly there was no
fire In his blood. His imagination
had not toyed for a moment with
the hope that here at last - He
did not feel in the least romantic.
But what man, especially after
Dinwiddie's revelations, wouldn't
feely a BIT curious. q bit excited7
Thank heaven he was young
enough for that. He must know
who she was. Certainly, he wouii
IKE to talk to her. She knew the
world, no doubt Of it-with those
eyes! European women, given the
opportunity. could cram more OF
lie into ten years than an Ameri.
can woman into forty. She had
had her experiences in spite Of
that madonna face; he'd bet on 1t.
Well, NE wasn't falling In love with
q woman who had too heavily uT-
derscored In the book Of life.
But he enjoyed talking to Euro
pean women OF the world. New
York had been overrun OF late with
Russian princeeses and other Ia
dies Of title come over In the hope
Of milking the good old American
COW, and when he could divert them
from their grievances he found
them clever, subtle and interesting.
It was unlikely that this woman
had Q grievance Of that sort o..
was looking for q chance to get
1t the generous but elusive udde-.
Her pearls might not be real, but
her gown was superIatively ex-
pensive, her evening wrap Of
mauve velvet lined with ermine,
ana her little car perfectly turned
out. He'd look like q fortune
hunter with his salary Of fifteen
thousand . year and q few thon-
sands In bOnds-not if he knew TEL
But find out who she was, know
her, talk TO her, learn what he felt
was an interesting history-quire
smother matter.
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VII

He dismissed the taxi at the cor.
ner Of her street and walked rapiS.
ly toward the house. He had no
definite object. but with the blood
Of romantic ancestors who had
serenaded beneath magnolia trees
pounding in his veins, he thought
It likely he would. take up his stand
under the opposite lamp post and
remain there all night. Tho
repOrtorial news sense died main.
legsly.
Suddenly, to his amusement, ha
saw her run down the steps of he~
house and disappear into the area.
She was once more at the gate
when he hurried up to her.
May lam T." he stammered.
els anything the naatter?"
For q moment she had shrunk
back In alarm, but the narrow, d.
lent street between it's ramparts oe
brown stone was bright with moon.
light and she recognised him.
oh, Il II you" she said with q
faint smile. II forgot my key ana
I cannot make anyone hear the
bell. Tho servants sleep on tho
top floor and. Of course, like loRs.
Yes, you can do something. Are
you willing to break q window.
crawl in and find your way up 10
tho front door,"
''Watch met" Clavering forget
that he was Saturnine and remote
and turning thirty-four. He took
the area steps at a bound. Iron
gates guarded the basement doors,
but the old bars On the windows
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Madam is not at home.
ma'am."
els she not2 Then I'll wait
for her."
Mrs. Oglethorpe swept by the
butler and he had the sensation
Of chaff scattering before Q
strong wind. In truth Mrs. Oele-
thorps was an impressive figure
and quite two inches taller than
himself. He could only stare at
her in helpless awe. the more 80
as he had recognized her at once.
Leadership might b extinct. but
Mrs. Oglethorpo was still q power
In New York society, with her
terrible outspokenness. her UNI
compromising standards. her sar.
dontc humOr. her great wealth.
and her eagle eye for O SubterkugO.
How could q mere servant hope
to oppose that formidable win
when his betters trembls ct her
nod9
A True Woman
Mrs.. OE1ethOrDo hAA made her
usual careful toilet. Her fun IonN
dress Of heavy.ptiS black velvet.
almost covered With . sable CAPE.
swept the fioor: changing skirts
meant nothing % her. Like ali
wOnem Of the old regime In New
York. she wore her hair dreased
very high ana IL was suEsn0untod
bV . small square face With In