Evening star., 1925-03-22

| has had such Offices and honors as he
has cared to accept, and the cream of
the law business of his State.
! But he has kept his office always in
his home village, and there, too, is his
only home.
He has literally hired hall. 1t
used to be the lodge hall. 1t Is 3e
, feet by 27, striding it off. Great car
pets cover the noor; law books line
| the walls. desk Of cabinet size Is
toward one side, with pipes and to-
| bacco and writing materials Uttered
| upon IT. Near the center of the room
| is a wood stove that would hold a
| quarter of a cord of maple, unsswed.
| 1t is fed with 4-foot sticks. Down one
| side of the room, half the length of a
! subway station, stretches a benchlike
table on which open law books overlap
at the statutes to which they were last
opened. An, office for Titan. The
| other partners have offices of normal
size. and in cubby holes beyond are
desks of the clerks and law students
who seek advancement in the law with
the distinguished firm, even as Cary
Sargent did s5 years ago.
|
| Perhaps it is in his home you COM
pIete the picture of Sargent. 1t is a
plain brick house, just across the
bridge from the village.
You see the red barn as quickly as
| you see the house and the orchard and
henhouse beyond. Inside, the first i'm
preston is of substantial comfort,
with 10 sign of wealth. The second
fmpr >ssion is of the ticking Of many
clock. After that impressions blend
into suffusion of warmth. coziness,
| tasteful old fashioned furniture and
the smell of pine logs in several great
| open fires
| A tail, dark friendly woman makes
you welcome and takes your wraps.
| Mrs. Sargent fits into the lurking hos
pitality of that home too perfectly not
| TO have been the creator of every de-
| tail of it's arrangement. A gracious.
gentle hostess she is. one il is hard to
picture transplanted from the home
| atmosphere she has fashioned here TO
the great transiency of Washington.
There is a plate OF rosy red big
apples on the table Such apples in
March any guest would set down as
artificial. until by invitation he is
munching one and exclaiming that II
is Mcintosh, by all the rules of pomolo-
gy outseasoned two months ago.
They are boiling sap this week,
Son-in-law Frank Pearson superin-
tending the sapping. Those pine logs
whose punsence attracted you from
the hall are cut on the woods lot that
stretches up back of the house. The
15 acres of village farm stretches
away from the window. big panel
pane with seat full of begonias and
ferns.
A cluster OF pipes is over the fire.
| place. There are nine freplaces in
the brick house. Half of them were
going the evening of Mr.. Sargents
| appointment. Clocks. great oldfash-
ioned clocks. each with a history, stand
on tables, mantels and in the corners.
There are nine in one room, any one
of which would gladden. the heart of
| an antiquarian.
| Mr.. Sargent not only collects these
| clocks, but he repairs them and makes
whole new wooden works for those
y
A bench In his workshop, in the ell
off the living room, is cluttered with
clockworks and pipes and tinker's tools.
A story of an old neighbor who loves
him like a spoiled nephew accounts
for one Of the clocks. 1t had long at
! tracted his collectors eye in the hum
BILE cottage of a neighbor who worked
for his father. He insisted on every
call he made there that his old friends
must leave him that clock in their will
Finally one dav the dear old lady. who
had humored him since his doughnut-
begging days. said to him: You
might as well have the clock. You'll
never be satisfied without 1t. Just as
soon as We get another clock to tell
| time, you can have it" The next week
| a handsome modern clock came by ex-
| press from Rutland, and Mr. Sargent
got his antique
The eve roams from clocks and fire
places to the book-flled mantels and
| the loosely arranged bookshelves in
the corners and through the door in
the shop A full set of KiplinE hlls
one manteL Beveridse's life Of JohA
| Marshall is impressive in it's solid
| volumes. There is full set of Britain
MICA back against the wall and remi-
niscences of Chauncey Depew alongs side
! tho various Coolidge books that have
recently been published. The Waver-
ley novels are there. weIis' history,
books by Jack London and Winston
Churchill and all of w w. Jacobs
There are Bacons Essays and Whate-
! ley's annotations.. Sterne and Thack-
cray and Tom Jones" flavor his work
shop shelves. and there are several
books on fungi and bird life and con-
| siderable sprinkling Of best sellers,
present and past.
A great framed enlargement of a
snapshot of Mr.. Sargent rests on the
piano. It Is his wife's favorite pic
| ture Of him, taken at his camp and
showing him with long, curved pipe,
flannel shirt, knee breeches and e1-
posed galluses. His thick brown hair
is gray only at the edges. His girth
is lessened since that picture was
taken. He was ill two years ago with
diabetic attack that took nearly 100
pounds off the giant heft. But his
family insist he is in first-rate health
again now and that the heavy burden
of his new Office should not wear more
heavily on him than the grist OF work
he has habitually turned off.
The family consists of his wife and
daughter. Mrs. Gladys Gordon Pear
son. her boyish husband and their z
/ year-old daughter. Mary Gordon, q pal
, of her grandfgather's and as great a
horse lover as he Is. She has three
Shetland ponies and the villagers see