New Britain herald., 1924-02-25
On the Way Madse ENtolIed the
 Beauties Of Flushing

I defy anyone not a confirmed mis- anthrope. with n soul squeezed. dry, to drive along the north shore of Long Island without feeling the calm and cheerfulness which result from suf- fusing ones spirit with beauty. As my sister-in-law's soul, though q bit circumscrihed by the rigid and pe- culiar ideas of duty which always had possessed her still was large and ap- preciative, she did not prove an eXcep- tion to my rule, but instead thawed so perceptibly toward the views, with such unusual enthusiasm for her. that l saw her husband glance at her once or twice in surprise tinged with a pleasure that il was bit pathetic in its revelation of' the things the big man had missed in their years to- gether.
 Long ago I had surmised that my husbands sister. had been so busy surrounding her famous husband with every physical comfort and making his home life padded routine, through which even the tra- ditional roseleaf Of the seven mat tresses could not penetrate that she had made herself sublimated domestic machine. Their life to- gether. while absolutely without jars, was like smoothly running machine with none of the variations from the expected which make the colorfuT and interesting, She had been perfection, a model housekeeper, a gracious hos tess, when he wanteds to entertain his friends, cultured and stately figure whom he was proud to own as his wife when she accompanied him to the gatherings where people delighted to do him honor.
 Motorists Delight
 But there is not platitude truer than the one about perfection pail ing, especially, I said to myself a bit maliciously. when one is so absolute ly certain of ones own superexcel- lence as Is my sister-in-law. l amend ed by phrasing with quick contrition, made 1t ''as WAS my sister-in-law," for Harriet Braithwaite. since she had opened her arms to her dead sisters children, had been a woman trans- formed. Life might not be so smooth lv running for Edwin Braithwaite in the future, but it would be happier and much more interesting-on that l would have staked much.
 The car behaved beautifully, and we rolled on, through quaint old Roslyn. with houses elinging to min iature hill and nestled in valleys and dells like those scooped out by chill dren in play on past the clock tower, known by the motorists from all over the world up the winding hill with the world spread out beneath us. on again. up and down more srueling hills until, finally the broad smooth pavement came to an end and the car Jolted on 10 a coblestoned road with street car tracks dividing it into right and left. narrow pathways.
 What is this?" Edwin asked with quick interest.
 This is known as the Motorists Delight. l answered as we trav- eled up the hill from which the pretty village of Douglestor descends 10 the shore. You'll realize why be- fore We come to the end Of it."
 No one spoke again until we had gingerly descended the rough road way and travelled over the narrow ramshackle bridge, the bane of all vehicles along the otherwise wonder. ful North Shore highway. Then after we had traversed another stretch of cobbie-stoned road and rolled out upon broad road as smooth as a tennis court my brother in-law emitted a disgusted masculine snort.
 The Neck of a Bottle
 Why Is such nonsense permit ted7" he asked indignantly. "A wonderful route boiled by a miserable