Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-03-18
WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY

In his mid-twenties! This mood pre-
walls until he , "re ss,.a v,, as ne
Lucy te9Ns Joy ~" s so%e S piaaant.
poised. She has won big prize In
the "prettiest English girl contest
and il q noted film actress. Archie
has merely saved her from some Gin
ema ruffianS.
movie man. her admirer.
Lucy's half-grown ire
preSSiDlc brother. naval cadet. q
THE ADMIRAL. rubicund. choleric ola
officer, who dotes on Lucy.
MRS. JOY, gay. charming almost as
youthful as her daughter Lucy:
MIR. RICE-MArHEWS. ancient inva-
lid, tired Of being Eossed by women.
MAUVE, his granddaughter, sim,
lovely, poised and cool. who rather
ignores the Rover.
-. A "Young" Old Top
Her voice was still as cooi ana
detached as it has been on the cara
van steps. The Rover noticed, how
ever, that there was CLEAN Oh
understanding in her glance as 1t
rested on the old man. Immediately
her eyes left him, they became as
hard as nails. Hard altogether, her
face. Now that the raintiush had
faded from ii, it was colorless.
Sallow. Plain, even. Brown hair,
uninterestingly done. Dress-dark
blue or dark brown, n good" dress
"Fits her. hut might have been
thought out for any other GIRL was
the view of Archie Laverock.
His impression of the whole ap-
pearance of Miss Mauve Rice Math-
ews. was that the girl was we'll
turned out without caring to be
anything beyond this.
or that half-recognized aim to at
tract that shows all unconsciously
through details of a frock. of
girls shoebuckles, her hair slide. the
polish of her nails, there was not an
iota. This girl honestly did not
care what any one thought OF her
looks. Her mind was not there.
She was thinking Of something else
the whole time.
Was she sulking over that apology
that she had been sent to make?
How like girl some girls.
But no, the Rover decided, not this
girl.
He wondered if, and why she was
so FED" with life. At her age.
Her grandfather was talking
can't run of course. l was never al
lowed to learn to swim. No oppor-
tunities here to fly. So l want at
least to learn to drive n car. A
bus, you'd call it? Or is bus al
ways an airplane?" (Never was any
one so pitifully eager to be up to
date even in slang)
Il shall want you to tell me those
things. In fact. you will have n
great deal to do with my education,
Laverock. Look upon yourself as
sort of private tutor, and upon me
as-as a backward boy"
So. patheticauy. he piled Archie
with questions about himself and his
own kind. All these young men of
nowadays. What did they do?
Think about? Want? Was it true
that here in this postwar genera
ton. Acchie's generation, the gener-
alton that tasted life as this old
man yearned hopelessly to taste it
now-was it true that here was
generation spoiled?
Il hope not, Sill"
"Materialistic! Completely man.
nerless,' they say. | don't think I'd
agree" said the old man, watching,
across the flowers and gulf of fifty
years this youths fine shoulders
and tawny satin head. Il was-er
somewhat pleased with what one
of these modern young women
says
but SlHtc we dlC VI lilio
age,
In curious ways discovering Saliva
ton,
will not quit my muddled genera
But ever plead for Beauty in this
rage
Hey" Oh, yes. 1--er--even
read their verse. Do / not, Mauve?
Keep up with it all. In the push.
You'll find Miss May Sinclair and
the last number of Pan and Mrs.
Hugh Walpole and Miss Ethel NJ.
Dell and DR.. Marie Slopes on Mar
ried Love all in my room; on the
shelf where the medicine bot
ties used to be. Vastly clever. all
they write. All the different kinds.
To me. of course. there would APP
pear to he certain lack of style
in some OF their work. $50 different
from Sir Thomas Browne say-or,
of another type. the Grammont
Memoirs) But that. it appears, is
intentional? - You do not read
much Laverock? Really? Your
only books-perhaps? ha, ha - if
it's not impertinent? But perhaps
this age does not even quote Moore?
SO they talked. the old man who
owned that Welsh country house.
the stately routine of which could
be seen by guest in glimpses as
the topography Of n town Is seen
from flying train-and the young
man whose every earthly belonging
was packed up in somebody else's
caravan.
AS for the girl she might have
been one of the yeranda pillars as
she sat there, withheld eyes upon
her peach. She was not shy. The
few words sc did utter were entirely
self-possessed. An admirable man
ager, since sc was the woman at
the head of affairs at Rios. Every
thing perfect; the table. the food,
the flowers. the lights the cut glass,
the ancient crested silver, the train
ing Of the maids. A thoroughly eff
ficient young woman without charm.
"a cigar. Laverock." said the old
man, when his granddaughter rose
and turned to the French windows
of the drawing room; leave II open.
Mauve; you'll play to us when
you've finished your coffee, will you
not?"
"1r YOU like. What would you
like, Grandfather?
"Oh. Shall we let our guest
choose. this evening? What sort of
music does Mr.. Laverock care for?"
Before Archie could speak, the
girls detached voice threw out,
DO you like Revue tuneso A lot
of new ones came down this morn
ing"
Cant you play any Beethoven"
suggested the Rover. He wondered
III he had caught In her tone flick
Of light contempt for any taste that
young men possess-a hint that any
piffiing Jingle Is good enough for