The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1928-01-26

are going to be very good friends"
The elegant Mrs. Woodward smiled
ccmplacently upon the young couple
before her. Her son, tall and hand
some in white fannels; the girl boy
ishly slender in her riding habit, the
little tri-cornered hat fitting snugly
over her tawny hair.
Constance Trevor extended her
hand. John Alden Woodward" she
rGNeated and then added mischievous-
ly, "Any kin to the John Alden who
stole the love of Priscilla away from
dear old Miles Standish?"
John Alden Woodward scowled
darkly.
Indeed he is" said Mrs. Woodward
hastily and little proudly. ale is
named fer the very same John Alden.
My ancestors came over in the May
flower.
A group of young people came down
the veranda and carried Constance off
for the afternoon ride. John Alden
dropped into chair facing his
mother.
"FOr the love of Mike, can't you
forget that Mayhower stuff, mother?
I've been fed on it-brought up on it
and I tell you, I'm sick of it. Ever
since you came down to school in my
freshman year and spilled the beans
about your illustrious relatives, the
follows have PANIED me right. Forget
it! What good is it anyway"
81 should think you would be glad
to claim such ancestors. my son. Sure
ly young man with your education
must realize what it means to have
forbearS such as yours. | would like
to blazOn the fact from the hOusetOps
that my courageous fOrefathers sailed
across the ocean in the search of
freedom Of Worship am disappeint-
ed, John Alden" Then she changed
the subject. isn't Constance charm
ing?"
Didn't notice her-much," he re-
piled, modify. 81 might have if you
hadn't made that crack about my
name. John Alden was all right-so
was all the rest of the crowd maybe.
but. they lived their lives-let me live
mine. Is she going to stay here with
her uncle all summer"
Their genial host, Judge Benjamin
Cardiff, Joined them. He was giving
this house party over the weekend in
honor of his niece who had come from
the South to spend the summer with
him.
"Well, John Alden, all through with
the rah-rah stuff and ready to enter
the scrap with the world, Ell? Law
isn't bad game, either and I'm quail
iied to speak after thirty-nine years
of it. Hear you are going in with
Carter Drummond. You are fortunate
Garter has established a remarkable
tunity for you. He is coming down
on the 80. Connie asked him when
we met him in town yesterday. 1t
will be a pleasure to entertain the
partners of the new law firm of Drum
mond 4 Woodward"
'Tf you have not already sent your
car | would like to run down to the
station and meet him, judge" said
John Alden. Haven't a thing to do.
Got here too late to get in on the
ride"
Halfway to the station he met the
riders returning home. Connie and
Billy Harwood were in the lead and
she waved her riding crop to him. BY
JOve, she was attractive-hiS mother
had written about her. Mother was
ambitious all right, rather raw the
way he had jumped on her about the
ancestor stuff, but fellow gets tired
of that bunk-Constance Trevor
darn pretty name-pretty girl, too
how the deuce had old Carter Drum
mond, handsome, debOnair man-about-
town-not a day under forty-the old
fossil, ever got in so strong with her
darn nice-loOking girl-rolled her
rs
The next time he saw her she was
in a daffodil-yellow frock and Carter
Drummond his law partner, was lean
ing over her. She was laughing up at
him. John Alden turned away and
tried to be pleasant to little Poppy
Langhorne. Then Judge Cardiff
touched him on the arm.
"Would it be agreeable for you to
take Connie in to dinner, John APP
Unfortunately Carter Drummond
was at her left and monopolized her
unpardonably until John Alden made
a desperate resolve.
Il say, Miss Trevor, don't you think
you might show me little attention
Let old Carter there talk to his part
ner-you talk to me-
Constance Trevor turned to him,
laughing.
swell, you do inherit some of the
courage Of your Puritan ancestors af-
ter all, John Alden. 1 just thought |
didn't exist-for you. You haven't
said nice thing to me since you met
me, as Mr.. Drummond does"
Bunk / mean that ancestor stuff
Forget it! I'm not for it, honest And
you look just like a daffodil in the
springtime. How many dances do ]
get?"
"We-ll," she drawled, 81 think we
can manage three-and of course
there will be some cut-ins. And
honest promise-never, never, new
er to mention the breaking waves anG