The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1929-10-03
Dean, Dean and
Son
By DOROTHY DOUGLAS
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
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matte in so arbitrarily trying to force
himself was in.
John Dean was butcher, his IA
Their before him had been q butcher
and also his grandfather and each gen.
GRAFTON of butcher Deans had put the
increasing chain of butcher shops on a
sOunder financial foundation.
The firm name was now Dean, Dean
& Son-being the three successive
Deans. And now because young Basil
Dean had inherited from the mother
whom he had scarcely known what he
called artistic ability and his father
called tommyrot. Basil had determined
to establish himself in the millinery
and costume trade.
"Imagine a son of mine, and a
mOuthful of pins, draping laces and
taffetas on female forms !" stormed
Dean Senior wrathfully.
He storned however, to no avail for
young Basil was both sane and sound
of faculty and knew what he was best
equipped for in life's battle with
finance.
And deep as was the regard be-
tween father and son, the inability
Of each to see the others viewpoint
estranged the two so that Basil moved
from the old homestead of his fore
bears and took a small fiat above the
shop which he established.
And every time Dean Senior passed
the small, exclusive shop that bore the
name Dean, Incorporated, and had as
its window display a frothy bit Of
chiffon and dainty hat or two, he
trembled with rage.
John Dean missed his sons presence
about the house more than he cared
to admit. He had been a widower for
nearly twenty years and the house
was lonesome with only the servants
for company.
Perhaps that was why Dean hap
pened to fall a victim to the undoubt-
ed charms of Constance Fry, the wild
ow of a somewhat impoverished army
officer. Constance had been forced to
earn her own living and also to pro
vide for the son who was even then
ready to select a career for himself.
She herself had gone into the mil
linery business and had succeeded re-
markably only to realize that her son
could find no Joy In the thought Of
following in his mothers footsteps.
Peter Fry loved the butchering bust
ness and his only ambition was to be-
long to the chain of shops that Dean
Senior was the head of. 1t had been
through this idea of his that Mrs. Fry
and Mr.. Dean had met.
His only inspiration is among bits
of lamb and cow" she had lamented
into Deans sympathetic ear and there
discussion as to Peters future was
the link that simply chained Dean
| Senior to her side until he could think
of nothing but Constance and his long
ing to make her his wife and COM
panion in the big empty house.
And having established son Peter
comfortably among the choice cuts of
lamb, OK tails and tripe, John Dean
| pFOCeeueu " Lay SLSSC " IAlS iiN''t' u
! Constance.
But Constance was not so easily
won. though she felt tremendously at
tracted to John Dean.
81 love my millinery business too
much just to let it all 60 have en-
| ioyod building it up and feel much
| pride in it. l wouldn't mind so much
! if | could find just the exact man to
take over the actual working part of
| it and let me Just continue designing
costumes-but can't marry you John,
! until | find a man who exactly fits in
with my scheme of keeping my bust
ness well on its feet" And with those
words she had looked wistfully up into
Johns fine blue eyes.
Dean thought swiftly and to good
purpose. He could win Constance for
his wife and bring back his son to the
fold-all In one big gesture of mental
weakness-fOr John considered 1t a
form of weakness once and for all to
agree that his son should continue in
any but the butcher business. How
ever, since Constance was 50 desirable
and son Peter ready to step into the
line of Dean, Dean & Son-well-so
be it.
That afternoon Dean, Senior, crossed
the threshold of Dean, Incorporated,
for the first but not the last time,
/ and Basil looked up from some wonder
full designs he was sketching. A smile
far more wonderful than the colors
of the drawings was the smile in his
eyes.
"Dad--by jove! It's actually dad!
and he jumped up to grasp his dads
hand in a grip that hurt. There was
nothing feminine about young Basil,
An hour later the two went out
arm in arm. All was tremendously
settled.
Its great of you, dad, simply
great" said Basil, "And | say, dad,
do you think the new mater will like
me-"
couldn't help it, my lad, you're
made of the right stuff" said Dean
Senior.
Genuine Advice
A man lent a friend book, "How
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