The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-03-19

ribly high standard-for other peo-
pie, particularly her own people,
whose successes and failures re-
fiected credit or discredit upon her
self.
TTER husband, for example, was a
L failure by her high standards
After all she had done for him
and said TO him.
With young Eustace it was even
worse.
For, at the age of 25, the very
age at which she had begun the
training of his father, Eustace
DAngerfield was a convicted cow
ard. Helen D'Angerfields son was
a coward. In spite of all that she
had done to harden him, to tougher
him, to make a man of him.
Had she ever coddled him, given
way TO him, pandered to him, as
some fool mothers do? Never!
When, as a nervous child, he had
begged to be allowed to have a
light in his bedroom, she had drawn
heavy curtains to shut out even
moonlight and starlight.
When he had implored that at
least the bedroom door might be
left open, she had locked it; and
when he had screamed insanely, she
had whipped him-almost insanely.
When the time came for him to
learn to swim, Helen D'Angerfield
said to her brother, who was stay
ing at Dangerfield Court:
Take young Eustace down to the
river with you when you battle to-
morrow, Dick, and chuck him in,
he'll soon learn to swim when he
knows it's that or drown"
But somehow worthless Eustace
did not. He really seemed to
think, when his hearty uncle kindly
explained that the water was deep
and it was case of sink or swim,
that on the whole it was much less
trouble to sink.
TITO die and go before the throne
Il of grace as preliminary of be-
ing hurled into everlasting hell for
the sinful and cowardly knave that
he was seemed preferable to going
before his mother, while she lay
breakfasting in bed, as prelimi-
nary to being verbally scourged for
his cowardice in the cold early
morning water, until she sent for
her thin whale-bone riding switch
and babe him undress ana lie across
the bed :.
A cowardly little hound.
And so they suspected, If they
did not actually discover at Sand
hurst.
For his indomitable mother was
determined that .she would break
her degenerate son of his loath-
some and degrading vice, cure him
at any cost, even that of making a
soldier Of a poltroon.
1t did not occur to Helen Dan
gerfield, clever as she was, that
perhaps the bravest of the brave
Gas they called that heroic soldier,
Marshal Ney) is he who, while
really frightened, shows cour-
ageous front; he who, while terri
fed, contrives to appear terrific;
he who, while cold with fear, makes
others think he is cool with hero
ism.
NEVERTHELESS, they did not
~ think much of him in his reg
iment,
iment. 1t almost seemed as though
he took too much care of himself
at football, as though he was almost
afraid of getting hurt at polo; posi-
lively as though he were a bit
nervous at times ~
1t wasn't talked about much; but
the colonel did ask his second-in-
command whether he thought that
old Tashy d'Angerfields' boys had
as much, WE'LL CUTS as the old man
undoubtedly had? And the second
in-conmand had replied that, since
. the colonel put it. like that, he was
bound to say that he did not.
A ND with a rifle he was simply
"A awful! The only way he could
get a bull" was by not knowing
whether the rifle was loaded or
not.
Fact. sergeant instructor would
stand behind him and hand him
the rifle. always telling him it was
unloaded. Then he'd get bull"
every time. Invaluable in any
shooting-tean1 Best shot in the
regiment. in fact.
But let him load the rifle him
self, or know that it was loaded,
and he couldn't keep it still long
enough to take aiml Queer fellow.
Too much imagination and nerves.
Yes-got so many nerves that he'd
got no nerve.
Several things he had noticed.
Riding. He wouldn't jump if he
could avoid it. Didn't really like
hunting or taking part in point
to-point
Thus the major And then
came the war; and to Lieut..
Eustace D'Angerfield, the result of
his mothers training.
FINDER the first intensive bonn
~ bardment, his nerves went to
pieces. Thrusting his fingers into
his ears. he ran around in circles,
screaming. He did not run away:
he simply ran about, scrambled out
c. the trench and ran about in the
open, bowling like an injured dog,
like dog that has been run over
and can not get up.
q o
TINE court-martial was merciful.
u for the sake of the fine old gen.
eral, his father, and that splendid
sportSwoman his mother, who car
ried on so bravely during the war
and hunted the hounds herself.
Besides, he hadn't really run away
only run around like decapitated
hen. If he hadn't screamed, you
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