Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-05

Three Army men, the finest gentle
men he had met in the past 1C
years-he wondered what had become
of them.
side of the world, basking in tropical
sunshine, while ne and the remainder
of Washington looked out upon q
Snowstorm.
They we're Maj. Jim, Capt. Bob and
Capt. Tom, to use names which dis
tinctly were not theirs. After all. II is
not so much names that count as men
in every walk of life.
| A good name is rich treasure. indeed
but behind the name, as behind the gun
| it is the man that makes it worth while
The tradition of the service calls fol
man to be an officer and a gentle
man." 1t was TO this double category
that his three good acquaintance be-
| longed.
Maj. Jim was as husky, dapper a man
in appearance as ever came out of West
Point Like Longfellow's now mellowed
blacksmith, the muscles of his sinewv
arms were like iron bands.
His blond hair was kept cut close
giving him the appearance of a hand
some, typical German officer. What
ever may have been his manners on the
field, he was perfect off.
This herman had two hobbies-gar-
| dening and crocheting. Sometimes the
first is looked upon as a wonan's occu-
patton, and certainly the second al
| ways is
There are sturdy sailors, however. who
can crochet and do all sorts of needle
work as handily as any woman. and
some say that the resulting product has
finer quality.
Maj. Jim piled wicked needle. This
diversion he kept mostly for the house
not wishing to make himself too con-
sptcuous with noSey neighbors.
1t was IN the garden that the Major
shone. There the same def fingers
which guided the needle turned to- con-
Struction on large scale.
His restless energy, without a war to
attend to, found solace in building a
pergola too big for the yard, but not
large enough for his spirit.
1t was thing of love, made with
true craftsmanship. The brickwork
at the end was as trim as if the fate
OF the world had depended upon its
solidity.
Years were to pass awav after the
Major left, but that brickwork was to
show not sign of crack or settling.
The same sure fingers dug up the
remainder Of the yard, and sifted in
good soil and manure to the depth of
2 feet, labor advocated in most
garden books, but carried into execu-
ton in few gardens.
With all this. Maj. Jim was the soul
OF courtesy. They say that Army men,
who rule their fellow human beings and
sometimes in no ungentle tongue on the
field, are the nildest and meekest of
men at home, being in bondage to wife
and children.
Well, maybe so. At any rate. it
doesn't hurt them, If one might have
judged from the inherent courtesy which
seemed part of Maj. Jim.
Capt. Bob was less laxative, but
every whit as fine. 1t was he who took
the children out for a walk, and no
doubt it was he who put them to bed.
strange shynesS held his tongue
mute, but If one looked in his book
cases he found there Sundry volumes of
poetry.
Now, a love for poetry is no sure
index of a mind. but surprisingly often
1t proves the reader to be the possessor
OF certain qualities of heart which man
kind has come to dub spiritual.
The kindly thoughts of every day,
Towering in consideration. for others, in
variably were found to have come from