The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1929-04-12


like that. He seemed to think that
l ought to remember him. He's going
to call on us. He's probably multi
millionaire. Tim, I'm going to put
you on your honor not to sit BY that
sanctuary and snipe those trusting
warblers and orioles"
Tim, Hanby's second son, had a
shotgun and small rifle. and pas
sion for using them. A struggle went
on In him.
81 PROMISE" he said.
Tins parents knew that, mis-
chievous as the boy was, he would
keep his word He solaced himself
with the thought that there were
many rabbits to be had, not to men
,tion crows. hawks, and bats.
1--WE are to regard ourselves as
guardians of the birds who trust us.
look to the house detective to en-
force these rules"
AYE. aye. chiefI" said Bill Pei
ham.
81 like the idea of house being a
sanctuary" Handy went on. Once
within its walls, and outside worries
may not introduce. The Gray house
sanctuary-a place sacred to happi-
ness! Happiness is not a vice. as
they used to regard It when my grand
parents were young. It's sacred
thing"
listen to the crane talking" Celia
scoffed.
"Crane?" he said.
"The Frankcrane bird" she laughed
"I'd rather be that than hooking
bird" her father countered. wait
till we get up there, mes enfants. and
I'll undertake, old, decrepit. and pol
lyannish though may be. to beat you
at almost every sport there is-ten
mis-, golf. swimming, and equitaticn."
"When were you on horse?
Junior demanded.
Young Handy had wholesome re
spect for his father as an opponent
at tennis or golf. but he had never
imagined him as setting out to witch
the world with noble horsemanship
"Know, my son." replied Handy,
''that, like all great Americans. was
reared on farm. Your GRANDPA
TIERS homestead bordered the beauti
full stream after which am named.
Re there are any Of the oid-timers
left "a that district, ask them what
sort Of q seat had on korseback ana
you viii End chat | rode Ii many d
pezsy tsee ele vas TIn1's age.
The next thing to hear Is that
mother rode over the jumps at the
Garden show" said Junior.
'.Your mother rode discreefly on a
side saddle years ago In Cleveland"
said Dina; "and she Is going to do 1t
again."
Junior" said Bill Pelham, never
think you can put over anything on
those parents Of yours. It can't be
done. It is my turn to state that in
my days Of aff1uence kept saddle
horse at Durland's."
With these kind but firm words the
juvenile members of the Handy clan
relapsed into sulky silence, convinced
against their will that, after all, they
were not the absolute 1t.
81 wish my family was like this"
remarked Leslie Barron. 1--WE do
nothing but quarrel at every meal
That's the main reason I'm going back
to New Haven. believe happiness is
catching. I feel different being
here"
"You don't mean you feel actually
happy here?" Celia asked.
Absolutely" he answered.
"Family, friends. ALL" Celia cried
"Look at a happy man, and then won
der what he looks like when he's
sadv"
Les flushed little.
II feel happy inside" he said, de-
tending himself.
'He smiled last Tuesday after
noon," Junior said. II saw him. Sure
he's happy. Let him alone, Celia"
"Shut up!" said Les. "She let's me
alone too much as 1t is. Up there"
"At Pine Palms." Celia told him,
Iona will be your constant COM
paniOn."
Iona was the sixteen-year-old girl,
now at boarding school. ~
"Not this time" Dina remarked.
"LOna wants to go to Europe with
three other girls and one of the teach
ers. and we're going to let her CO."
"LookI" Celia cried. His daily
smile! And poor Iona simply wor-