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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-19
HARRY L. DEAN DIES.
Spanish War Veteran Had Lived
Here 12 Years,

Harry l.. Dean, 30 years old. 312
Eleventh street southwest. Spanish
War veteran. died yesterday following
an operation at Walter Reed Hospital.
He came to Washington from Bowling
Green, KY. II years ago and had since
been employed as a clerk in the War
Department. He was member of
the Nelson A. Miles Camp, United
Spanish War Veterans.
He is survived by his widow, Mrs.
Mary Mulvey Dean, and a son, Francis
Dean. Funeral services will be held
tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock at St.
Dominic's Church, followed by inter
ment in Arlington Cemetery.
Evening star., 1926-03-14

ne the serpent in our garden of Eden.
The trouble was that VIII admired
her. don't mean in the least that he
was a particle interested in her Senti-
mentally, or that there was the faint
est thing the most jealous wife in the
world would object to. But he thought
she was pretty and clever and smart
looking, all of which there was no de-
nying she was. And, goodness knows. l
didn't mind Will thinking SO, too. But
there is no denying that, after my
babies came, it was sometimes strain
10 have Dulcie childiess and living
right next door.
Many a time, when I've been so
dead tired at O'Clock 1 wanted to
sit right still in my bungalow apron
and never move again, I've glanced
out of the window to see Dulcie in
periwinkle-b e-blue voile opening up her
gateleg table out on the porch, and
known she was going to serve supper
out there. And once I'd seen her
I'd realize I just couldn't let VIII in
for seeing such a contrast. I'd make
myself take "a cold bath and put on
my own rose-dotted swiss and set our
supper table out OH the porch too.
Dulice never seemed to realize that
it was any harder for me to do things
than it was for her. Shed say:
'Oh. come on and go to the movies.
You know Will wants to go. Get Ella
Crowninshield to stay with the
babies. oh. of course they'll be all
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looked down the street at the same
time. Roger Lanes flivvNr was COM
ing with our three husba nds and Dull
Gle in it.
At first. we thought, Of course.
Dulcie had just driven out after them:
but as they all climbed out and
came swarming up to our porch with
their clubs we found our mistake.
Dulcie had been playing with them.
She sat on the railing in a green
wash silk sports dress. swinging a
pair of very good-looking golf shoes,
and told us she haS learned to play
on her vacation. The boys were all
teasing and jollying her about her
game. l glanced over at Rosie and,
though we scarcely exchanged a
seconds look. l could tell that. in the
same vague, uneasy way / was feel
ing, she didn't exactly like the idea.
l glanced at Mrs. Frank kirsted, and
she was looking like a person who
doesn't really think there's a fire and
yet seems to smell smoke.
If Dulcie We're plain and low
heeled and athletic-l looking nobody
would have minded. of course. But
with her yellow hair and pretty eyes
there's no denying that Dulcie is
somebody's garden. Something came
back to me out of the past. In the
time since we've all been married,
I'd almost forgotten the Dulcie that
used to keep all the girls in town
Evening star., 1926-03-14
,ealthy, actually complimented me on

healthy, actually cOmplimented me on
the way | was managing.
Its all in system" she said. 'Sys-
tem-and being firm. I tell Mr.. Col
lier and the boys that I am not rum
ming a restaurant. They know the
meal time. and any one who is late
has no meal. That's ALL"
| had to laugh at the idea Of rum
ming Will like that. But, fortunately.
I thought, I didn't have to. Will
wanted to help me make things go
smoothly and I wanted him to be
happy. So we got along beautifully!
Till Dulcie got home!
A CTUALLY, Dulcie hadn't been
"A home two days before all my
peaceful. satisfied feeling Of life going
smoothly had vanished. To begin
with. we all went on picnic out to
Lake Winneposocket and went SWIM
ming. Dulcie wears a black bathing
suit, and there's no use pretending
she doesn't look simply gorgeous in it.
1 had brought my old suit and, to my
horror, I found I could scarcely get
into it.
Not that I was fat in the least.
goodness knows. Rosie had twice my
trouble getting into her suit, ard even
Mrs. Frank Kirsted, who used % have
a better figure than Dulcie, appeared
a little broad. Looking about at the
other girls who had babies, 7 should
have been very well pleased with my
Evening star., 1926-03-14

again, There were four Harvester
wives playing bridge and a couple Of
old gentlemen on the porch. OF course
I had to watch frankie every second.
He played with the old gentlemen
while, but after bit they left and
he got restless. | took him around to
the south porch and the old men
were there. but they only stayed a
few minutes. You just have 10 keep
changing constantly TO keep Frankie
quiet in a strange place, so pretty
soon I took him up on the balcony.
The old men were sitting there talk
ing, and as ! came In | heard one
Of them groan and say. Here comes
that Internal kid again
Rosie and I said sympathetically
how cold people without children al
ways got There was a little. rather
suggestive pause. Then:
Did YOU see Dulcie out there.
Rosie asked in a tone that any other
woman could recognize as merely pre-
tending to be careless.
Yes" said Mrs. Frank kirsted. Il
watched her drive off the first couple
of tees. That is what makes me so
simply furious. Frank has been
raving about her playing till ! thought
she must be a peach of player.
lieve anything so consoling.
NO" said Mrs. kirsted; II should
say not. The boys don't play with the
Harvester crowd, so there's no other
woman for them to compare her with.
She's good looking. so they think she's
wonderful if she manages TO hit the
ball at all"
/ remember the patroniZinS way
Dulcie had told me that very morning
that the day of the rocking chair worn-
an was over
'Tt makes me so furious" said Mrs
Kirsted tensely. because | know that
if just didn't have to stick home with
frankie / could so out and beat the
life out OF her
Rosemary and I looked up the way
YOU do at a scrap of blue sky when
it's raining
DO you honestly think YOU could?'
we asked. Hearing Rosie's heartfelt
tones, wondered what Dulcie had
said To Rosie. or. worse still, what
Rosie's husband had said about
Dulcie
II know ! could said Mrs kirsted.
with one hand tied behind my back.
But you can't get Ella Crowninshield
on a Saturday, and / can't play golf
with frankie tagging along
Leave Frankie with me Saturday."
said. And go out and beat Dulcie."
And don't worry about supper"
said Rosemary. ''or hurry home. You
and Frank come to our house for
supper
why. that's imposing on YOU girls
too much" Mrs. kirsted objected.
Imposing nothing" said Rosemary
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IS that il has worked, as lots OF
gorgeous ideas don't.
OF course it wasn't As simple as il
seemed when we thought just gef
ting away with the boys on Saturday
afternoons was all there would he 70
it. | had no idea golf would he ST.
hard To learn. All Fall I've been work
ing my head off at il. haven't been
TO a bridge party in months. Every
afternoon | can possibly hire Ella
I'm out on the links with the old
clubs. And every night Will and
are out back in the ravine. practicins
approach shots till dark. Then some
times we practice popping balls into
the big living room chair.
went at it in this frantic fashion
OF course as sense of duty. spurred
on and ON by Dulcie. And then one
day, after I'd been at it for weeks, a
surprising realization came To me.
was actually crazy about golf. 1t i<
really fun.
Three Saturdays out of every four
are simply gorgeous. We didn't Sc:
home one week till quarter past o
certainly felt sorry TO see poor Mr
Collier leaving at the end of the
fifteenth hole and hurryinG home. So
as not to keep supper waiting -
minutes. Mrs. Collier may be proud
of having trained" him. but III
rather have Will look around i'm sur
prised admiration. as he did the first
time | drove a 100 yards. than 10 have
him as well trained as a side-show
flea.
And the way I've taken off weight
| made up the sports dress pattern
with the stripes running around. and
the first time Will saw me in ii II
was worth all the work. He said:
IF YOU want 10 hand somebody an
awful laugh. just put on that dress
and then tell EN- you've got two chill.
dren. You look about "a
Bur in spite of our success. the
joke is on all four of us girls who saw
Dulcie's ghost walk across Corinne's
vera nda. For. now that we've all
learned golf just on account of Dulcie.
Dulcie isn't playing golf any more.
She told me first of all that she en-
poets To he in the orange juice and
spinach class herself next Winter. I'm
really pleased. but not at all for the
reason | had once thought I'd be. 1t
will mean no rest for me. 1t certainly
seems like looking for trouble, but
I've decided 10 hunt me up another
childless chum right away. Every
woman with babies ought to have a.
least one. 1t keeps her from getting
fat and settled down before her time
There's no telling when something
else like golf will be coming along new
and if l just ran around with other
mothers l might never even hear OF
it. l guess it wasn't such a bad idea
that slipping the serpent in along with
Adam and Eve.
tCopyriKht. 1921
Evening star., 1926-03-14
BY STERLING HEILIG.
MONTE CARLO, February %

MONTE CARLO, February %.
II A RE YOU going to see the
- n mysterious American Of
n Elssr nze: When $. $. Mcclure
sent me to Monte Carlo "a
years ago, this month, to report on
Santos Dumont's air flying along this
coast, my hotel warned me not to go
walking alone up the hill of Eze.
An English tourist had just been
killed in a solitary lane between the
points where Mrs. o. Fl. p. Belmont
and President Poincare now have their
villas.
1.-THE Eze people had Mediterranean
corsairs for their great srandfathers.
and have not changed much since: l
was told. Which. l am persuaded, was
a calumny. Anybody may be attacked
in lonely spot. But there is no doubt
that both nature and man have been
savage at EZe.
There is a great cash in the rocks
that rise up from the blue sea In fan
"a site beauty of this far-famed Riviera.
If American tourists do not climb the
stony paths alone today IT is because
they come in crowded touring cars
from Monte Carlo-touring cars have
opened up the old pirate stronghold
very lately.
Even four years ago, when l came
there again, EZe had not changed IN
loolxs-clusters of fine. but sinister old
stone houses on the rock which .sIants
to the abyss, 1000 feet above the sea.
At the tip-top you find the ancient
castle and one of the finest, soul
widening views in the wide world.
Already, in the little open place anna
the top houses, a tourists bar was
open and fast alseep. Sir FREDERICK
Treves, who had been King Edward
Wis doctor, went through Eze sys.
tematically and declares that he FOUND
by way of green life two trees and, In
a backyard, a vine" On one OF the
little terraces there was also a TAM
ily house." which l took as a bld Tor
English and American boarders.
Into this loneliness the American
mystery man landed plop. His name
is Barlow. He appeared here lew
wears ago and looked around. Then
he bought a house-the biggest ana
finest in the heap at the top of E1Ze-
and those who heard about it laughed:
Barlow's house had six or seven
rooms. and the windows in its thick
stone walls enjoyed the glorious view.
All around, bumped up against it,
were smaller stone houses with few
rooms and windows each. struggling
down the rock. The big house had
been the mayor s-for EZe is a little
Evening star., 1926-03-14
American Mystery Man of Ancient Eze
Settles on Rock Above Mediterranean
tCopyright. 1921

Greece, by the east. In the grottoes
of the Red Rocks. only a dozen miles
away, layers of tracked-in soil remain
with relics of human life from nine
successive ageSt
On the rock-top of Eze the mer.
chants of Tyre like the Romans hun
dreds of years afterwardl kept a sta
ton to observe the changing moods of
the sea and movements of suspicious
navies.
Then the Saracens stormed UP and
down the rock, numbering and piilas
ing along the whole coast and making
on the Rock of Eze their impregnable
stronghold
At Eze the Saracens remained 200
years.
They were ousted by a combination
of European Corsairs as bad as them
selves. For another full 200 years an
out-and-out republic of cutthroat pi-
rates from all Europe. without any
racial Subterfuge. as with the Sara
Gems. rioted, feasted their wives and
auctioned off their loot from gutted
merchant ships in their strong city of
Eze.
Respectable merchants from a dozen
cities came habitually. as at fair in
tervals. to bid on bargain goods iron.
those unhappy ships, already sunk.
ing as slaves. were stabbed in pirates
drunken gayeties.
To clean up the blood and CRIME of
the ages from the huddled little
houses of these creeping lanes that
crawl up to the rock top would de
mand the vacuum cleaners of all his
tory!
Even Mr.. Barlow. as his guests
dance on the terraces beside the
flower beds he has made. must
glimpse. at times. the phantom form
of Barbarossa, last great Turkish
pirate who ragged up and down here.
or that of the grandson of De Gors.
bloody corsair of South France, who
made himself Seigneur of EZe, with
a political treaty from Rome. on con
dition to attack no European ships
and defend the coast against the
pirates of Barbary'
But to get the piano into his great
house Mr. Barlow had TO demolish the
doorway. Such is life.
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But the natives all around, whose
ancestors were pirates. and American
art students. who are about as push
ing as any Mediterranean pirates
were-they climb up and wonder.
What Is he doing up there?
Wonder and surmises increase. for
little by little Mr.. Barlow has been
buying up discreetly. without any real
estate boom. on EZe's rock top now
one and now another of the little stone
houses that flank and bolster up his
own dwelling near the peak.
What is he doing with them? That
is the mystery. And still the won.
der grows.
Relays of workmen-headed by
high-paid specialists-come up with
cement and tiles and porcelain bath
tubs on donkey back. The bought
houses are not torn down. On the
contrary. they are left in all their
solid old picturesqueness to cling to
the rock of which they seem a part.
But. like the great house, of which
they are to be auxiliary dwellings
with winding steps up to it and down
again, in short. wide flights) they
show within all the luxury. of Amer
ica and Europe.
Each has its little artistic sitting
room, with bedroom. bath. dressing
room, trunkroom and a door onto a
beautifully paved terrace. The ter
races connect, and on them Mr.. Bar
lows guests may dance in the moon
light, look at the lights of Monte
Carlo, and dream of the days when
Eze was the great pirate city of all
Europe, and the little stone house
where Mr.. Barlow sets them down in
luxury saw drunken pirates quarrels
and the blood of slave-made seamen
and passengers.
Nowhere else is such a view. On
clear days they may spy. across the
blue level of the Mediterranean. the
distant Island of Corsica, where great
Napoleon was born.
Napoleon's wars were gigantic. but
they were not as bloody in proportion
as the fighting up and down this rock
for a thousand years. And men and
women as peaceful as tourists were
climbing up and down for untold
thousands of years before that.
The Oldest existing road of the
worlds civilization winds along at the
foot of this rock 1t began as the
trail of the wonderful people who be-
gan circlinS the Mediterranean almost
as soon as it had become a sea all by
itself. with outlet into the Atlantic
Ocean. Their remains are found in
cave dwellings on both sides of Monte
Carlo. Some came wandering from
what is now Africa. by the west. 9th
ers came from what are ncW Italy and
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commune with a few hundred "inhab-
itantS." who own the houses, whether
they live in them or. not. and often.
est not. ....--
So began the mystery. What was
this curious American going to do
with such house. in such a spot?
A London cockney said he wouldn't
take it for gift but he had no
imagination of the terrific past Of
Eze and no foresight of rising land
values.
The cockney called it "a rotten
hole'--but in fact it is a rock cone
l. 900 feet high.
A German tourist there are such
at Monte Carlo and Nicej made the
practical observation that "a man
can't live on view."
Such was the general opinion Mr.
Barlow must be rich, because no one
can speculate in rock.top real estate,
although lower down, by the sea, all
along this coast, a Florida in
Yestment fever in land for habitations
is raging. The only valuable thing
from top to bottom Of the rock is the
view; and so. judicious people gath
cred that the American must be a
cultivated and artistic man, as well
as rich. I hear that he is both.
Guides do not mention Mr.. Barlow s
name.
One of the famous "Corniche"
roads which runs like cornice above
the sea leads tourist cars on a high
viaduct across the abyss of the Eze
Valley. Most tourists look down.
Those who look ZIP call to them:
Look, what a funny village on top
of a rock"'
The next thing they know they are
winding down the boulevard Gordon
Bennett. Then, further on, the guide
shouts:
The new stone chateau which You
see over there has been built by Nine.
Jacques Balsan, nee Vanderbiltv 1t
is the Winter house of the former
Duchess of Marlboro, a genuine New
Yorker. but less adventurous in space
than Mr.. Barlow. Who, indeed. is like
himc The guide goes on:
Below there, by the sea, is the villa
of Mrs: Belmont, mother of Nine.
Balsan"'
And. at a decent, interval:
The villa with the palm-tree terrace
by the sea is the beloved residence of
NJ. Poincare, former President of the
French Republic"
! But. as nothing can be seen. from
any practicable automobile road, of
Mr.. Barlow's house-which is the
newest as well as the oldest Of them
ALL doubt n the guides VIII eve,.
pronounce his name.
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right, won't they. WHIP" Or, i've
got a pattern for the niftiest sports
dress, and it only takes three yards
why don't you gat some of that wash
silk from your dads store and make
one too?" Or. having whole after
Moons to waste, she'd study up the
| fine points of mah-jong and then kid
mo for playing it about like dominoes.
| DulCie was, n terrible strain. |
didn't realize how much Of one she
! was till she went away on a Summer
visit. The heavenly peace that set
tied over our little house! I stopped
feeling all the time like a child that
is being jerked along by the hand of
an older person who is walking too
fast. We spent most of our spare
time with Howard and Rosie Merton
and the Kirsteds and Scott and
Corinne, people who, had babies of
their own. and therefore some sense.
When any of them came over of an
evening, they didn't stick around till
II o'clock--they knew that 10 is feed
ing time.
Once in a while those girls wouldn't
get around to doll up for supper
either. and they thought it was stupid
to try to play mah-jong as conscien-
tiously as though you had to make
your living at it.
During that peace ! actually man
aged to get my life systematiZed. even
with twins. in a way l never in the
world could have done it with Dulcie
right next door. starting something
new to worry you just the minute YOU
get the old one settled. Will helped
me a lot with the babies. and we got
things to running as smooth as clock
work.
*
WE decided not to so away any
w where for a vacation. but to
spend the money in the vacation"
part Of our budget box on other
things Will took half Of it and
joined the new golf club the Har--
vester crowd has started out toward
verblen. Half our money wasn't
enough. but Father Horton paid the
rest, because he thought it would he
a good thing for their real estate
business for Will to be able to take
prospective customers out there. The
other half of the vacation money i
took to pay Ella Crowninshield to stay
with the babies once in a while.
It was glorious scheme I began
getting out to bridge parties after
Moons again now and then. | even
read new book once in a while and
felt pretty satisfied. because l Kept
myself up better in general than Rosie
or Corinne and just as well as Mrs.
Kirsted Saturday afternoons Will
put in learning TO play golf. The
Harvester Co. closes Saturday after
moons: 80 does the bank. Of course.
which left Frank kirsted and Roger
free then, so Father Horton gave viii
the time off. too.
Will and I had always used to do
something together week ends. but
Will was so crazy to learn golf that
T didn't have the heart to object. I
knew he really needed the exercise.
and I had to admit that by having
Ella once in while l really had more
time for fun than he did. He was so
dear about helping me lot with the
babies that l felt il was only fair. Be
sides. he was very careful about get
ting home to supper on time.
Oh, everything had got to running
like a we'll oiled clock. Mrs. Collier,
who is perfect whiz about keeping
house and who has her children so
we'll trained you feel they can't be
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"HERE seems to be a serpent
in every garden of Eden, but
it is really strange that ii
Il should ALWAYS he Dulcie
Not Just for me alone - IT
seems to have been decided by fate
that she should be the serpent for the
entire town of Montrose.
Before any Of us girls were mar.
ried, of course this was natura
enough. Dulcie was awfuilv pretty
and such a firt that she could keep
any town in the world from being
exactly a rcstful place for. other girls.
We had all got used t. Dulcie,
though. and as our husbands were
used to her. too, nobody minded her
flirting With all of them. any more
than we minded the silly. rowdv things
Harriet Lacey was ALWAYS doing.
Harriet utter could go to a party
without dropping spoonful OF Ice
cream down somebody's back. or tell
ing each Of two people privately that
the other one had suddenly got deaf,
but was sensitive about it. SO please
not TO mention it. but just shout at
him. Everybody to his own idea of
good time. we used to say. and let
it go at that
Dulcie was. in fact. my rather spe
cial chum. She and Roger lived next
door to Will and me. and we We're
always going back and forth TO din
ner, and sewing together afternoons.
and so on This was quite natural.
as so many of our old crowd weren't
married. which made them seem too
hopelessiy immature TO be any com
pany for an adult person. And those
that were married were always having
babies, which made them worse still.
Why. one day, when some of the.
girls in our old high school crowd
were having p reunion luncheon.
Dulcie started right out by saving:
We'll. I give my baby spinach
water and orange juice. What do YOU
give yours"
Everybody looked up in surprise.
knowing that Dulcie had no baby.
Then all those that did have laughed
kind of sheepishly. realizing that they
undoubtedly must have made boreS
of themselves. Dulcie and, I often
used to speak conlidentially of Rose
mary or Mrs. Frank KirSted or Co
rinne, and say what "a shame 1t was
they were dropping out of everything
50. and not paying so much atten-
lion TO their clothes and things like
that. There is nothing that makes
YOU feel quite so close to another
person as speaking in confidential
criticism OF some mutual friend.
=; ::
A Nd then my own twin babies came
ana all charged. One of the first
things / noticed was that Dulcie didn't
seem nearly so conGenial as she had.
Actually She didn't seem TO know any
thing. Why, one day | went upstairs
70 get q handkerchief, and when
anne back she said, Did you feed the
habieS?" as though YOU could feed two
,abies in two minutes. And she was
% f1ippant about the twins. She al
ways called them Nip and Tuck, till
one day she came in when they were
10th bowling their heads off at once,
and then she started calling them
Rack aud Ruin.
Rosemary and Mrs. Frank Kirsted
and used to discuss her sometimes,
md wonder if she and Roger weren't
ever going to have any babies. a
Eaby would make her 50 much more
human.
1t was at about this time that l
began to get the first faint GlimpSes
Of the fact that Dulcie was going TO