The Washington times., 1935-11-16

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Isn't it heavenly I was here
yesterday. See-I sent in those
roses-the others must be from
the management" exclaimed Nan
eagerly. Hey, Vernon, step out
on this terrace and get q load Of
the vieW"
Enchanted
The Tyson family followed the
exuberant young girl on to a flag
ged veranda off the drawing-room
that hung precariously between
earth and heaven. Far below, like
tiny ants, were the people on the
sidewalks of Park Avenue. The
sound Of the traffic came up in a
subdued and pleasant murmur.
Vernon was enchanted. New
worlds to conquer, eh, old thing?"
said Nan, keenly observing the
pale and pretty face Of her cousin.
Yes, it was pretty-and she would
be much prettier If her mouse-like
hair was frightened up bit, and
fixed differently! Shed have to
learn the use of lipstick, too. And
her eyelashes and brows were not
dark enough-nor did she use the
correct shade of powder.
JutS her internal luck that a
bare week after meeting him-a
marvellous week-had come the
craSh-oh! she was furious with
Dad for that!
Meantime, Fate had given her
chance, in this queer Tyson
family who seemed-except the
old man, who looked rather a de-
cent, sensible Sort-too absurdly
anxious to claim relationship with
her.
OF course there was a tie-not
close-through old Jake Tyson
himself-in that Mans maternal
grandmother and his mother had
been sisters.
Il suppose we'll have to ask
them to dinner and let it go at
that" Mans dad had remarked
in bored voice when Nan had
told him Of the imminent advent
Of the relatives from Texas.
Nan had snapped back: "Come
down out Of the clouds, old boy!
Don't you know they've got
buckets and buckets Of dollars
out of their beaStly hogs, or oil?
I intend to play the relation stunt
for all it's worth! Even If you're
an old slow-coach that doesn't see
further than the end Of your own
nose, I'm PRACTICAL"
Winslow Washington had re-
garded the child-woman that was
Nan with tired and puzzled eyes.
Her directneSs Of speech, her un-
sympathetic attitude in the loss
Of his fortune were little comfort
to him.
II her mother had lived! But
poor Annie had gone seven years
ago, when Nan was II years old
and in a fashionable boarding
school-gone, lucky woman, right
in the height Of their prosperity!
When he was a youth, there
were only two kinds Of young
women-ladies and those who
were obviously otherwise than
ladies! You never mixed them.
But now, the socalled ladies,
including ones own flesh-and
blood, fairly flooded the speak
easies and the cocktail parties and
the fashionable roulette and bac-
carat retreats" on the upper
East Side. 81!
DID HE KNOW?
Hadn't he himself, to his
shocked bewilderment, run into
little Nan only q couple Of nights
ago-or rather, early mornings
in the old Vsnderpelt home in the
East Sixties, now q high,Stepping
gambling Joint?
She had the deplorable habit,
too, of the Swifter element In "the
younger set," Of lunching in
wretched, crowded little cellars!
There the lads and lasseS OF
Park Avenue poured in, proud to
be passed" as suitable guests by
the gangster at the grilled door
in WinSlow Rushington's mind,
all Speakeasy docrmen were
"gangSters."
AS early as noon-or earlier
still, If q "hangover" possessed
them, as it usually did-you
could find them tittering and gos-
slipping at the bar, downing hard
drinks like men, behaving like the
otherwise" ladies Of q previous
generation, only more rowdily!
Why, the present tenant OF the
old Washington brownstone home
Just off Fifth Avenue in the West
Fifties otherwise the wet Fiji
ties") had been forced-via all.
hour visits and disturbances at
his kitchen entrance from thirsty
folk-to put UP a sign for all to
clearly read: This Is Private
House!" the remaining lower doors
Of the old houses led into speak
eaSies!
Another grudge that faStidious
WinSlow Washington had against
the younger feminine generation
of his class was their utter disre'
gard of marriage. why, they
make a play for q married man
quicker than q single one!" he
had growled in his exclusive club
on Fifth Avenue.
Some Of the men had laughed
at him. and many agreed with
him. They had snapped expert
ences.
But q curious silence had fallen
an this windOW.arollu when hand.