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Evening star., 1936-08-09

their family are visiting relatives in
OHIO.
Miss Vella Kromas and Miss Ruth
Kromas of Scranton, Pa, are visiting
their brother and sister-in-law, Mr.
and Mrs. Walter V. Kromas, Met
zerott road, in Berwyn.
Mr.. and Mrs. E. M. Walker of Uni
versity Park, left today for a visit in
Miami. Fla.
Miss jeanette Padgett. Sibley ave-
nue., is spending her vacation with
friends in Ocean City, Md.
DR.. Benjamin P Robertson, pastor
of the First Baptist Church of Hyatts-
vile. will leave Monday for Concord
N. c.. where he will visit friends and
relatives. From Concord he will &c
to Atlanta, Ga, for a brief stay with
his two sons, and before returning to
Hyattsville. he will attend the Baptist
Southern Convention in Ridgecrest
N. C.
The Rev. George G. Oliver, pastor
of the First Methodist Episcopal
Church South, and Mrs. Oliver and
their daughters, Kathleen and Paul
inc, are on a motor trip in Virginia
At Warrington, Va, they will be
joined by their daughter, Margaret
Elizabeth, who has been visiting there
for several weeks. and who will re-
turn with them to Hyattsville.
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n Mr. and Mrs. James oLeary
were the guests of Mr..
a u OLearys brother, the Rev.
Arthur A. OLeary, S. j., president of
Georgetown University, on a motor
trip to Wernersville, Pa, recently, to
visit their nephew, Mr.. Bernard
O'Leary, jr.. who is studying for the
priesthood there.
st. Johns Episcopal Church at
Beltsville was the scene today of the
wedding of Miss Ellen Virginia Horner
of Silver Spring, Md, and Mr.. War
rem Woodruff Cady of Hyattsville.
Miss Virginia Hoffman, daughter Of
Mr.. and Mrs. M. H. B. Hoffman, 6
Ralston avenue, is spending part of
her vacation at Aberdeen, Md
Miss Barbara Ellen Yeager of Fred
erick, Md, and Mr.. Leonard George
Simpson, chief of the BladenSburg
police department. were married
Monday evening at $50 o'clock in
ST. Luke's Episcopal Church in
Bladensburg. Rev. William Pence
James of East Riverdale officiated.
The maid of honor was Miss Alberta
Berry of Bladensburg and the best
man was Mr.. Paul Simpson, brother
of the bridegroom, also of Bladens-
burg.
After the ceremony Chief Simpson
and his bride left by motor for a
visit to Atlantic City, Buffalo and
Niagara Falls.
A recent marriage of interest was
that of Miss Peggy Jean Holmes,
daughter of Mr. Bradner Holmes of
Washington. and Mr. John Allen
Cain, son of Mr.. and Mrs. John l..
Cain of Hyattsville. The ceremony
took place August at 1:30 o'clock
in the afternoon in the First Pres
byterian Church of Hyattsivlle, the
pastor, Rev. D. Hobart Evans, oficiat-
ing.
The bride wore a white organdy
gown. fashioned on princess lines. She
wore a white maline picture hat and
carried bouquet of white roses. Miss
Erma Layton was the maid of honor
and Miss Margie Tate of Colmar
Manor and Miss Doris Hyson of Land
over were the bridesmaids. They
wore gowns of pastel shades and car
ried bouquets of delphinium and
roses.
The best man was Mr.. Joseph Burke
of Hyattsville and the ushers were
Mr.. Donald Hepburn of Washington
and Mr.. Edward Hierling of Hyatts-
vile.
A reception was held in the garden
of the home of the bridegroomS par
ents, after which Mr.. and Mrs. Cain
left for Atlantic City. They are now
residing with the bridegroom's par
entS.
Mr. w. Waverly Webb, deputy clerk
of the Prince Georges County Circuit
Court, and Mrs. Webb are in Maine.
Mr.. and Mrs. James Grubb of Ed
monston have as their guests Mrs l..
M. Koontz and Mrs. Evans of High
Point. N. C.
Mr.. and Mrs Russell E. Davis and
Evening star., 1936-08-09
President Once Blacksmith.

Thomas G. Masaryk. founder and
president of the Czechoslovakian re-
public, once worked as blacksmith's S
apprentice.
Evening star., 1936-08-09
Hyattsville Social Notes
Warren Cady of Hyattsville Weds
Miss Ellen Horner.

YATTSVILLE, Md. August 8.
Mr.. and Mrs. James OLeary
were the guests of Mr..
OTaarv'S brother tho Dow
Evening star., 1936-08-09

~ MUCH interest to Arlington
1 County is the announcement
Y by Mr.. and Mrs. Benjamin
Dorsey Shreve of Arlington,
Evening star., 1936-02-02
Good Little X0ub&r~' ?
fate hands out a rezva>a for merit
by JEAN STARK

face of the last bunch she'd dropped into
mailbox She was still young. When she found
sad guy that was young and handsome too,
she'd write Mrs" before her name fast
enough, and call it day.
He was a smoothie, that one. He'd been
around. His blue eyes took her in the minute
she entered the dining room that night He
flicked an eyebrow at the headwaiter and
she meekly allowed herself to be seated next
to his table A smoothie Women rolled over
to play dead for that type without being
asked. Style dash, everything.
Watch him now - ordering what she
ordered. Toasting her with his eyes and then
with his cocktail. She had to laugh. He
laughed, too. He'd date her up afterward in
the writing room on the mezzanine It was
written in the books
At seven-thirty she was in the theatre, all
made up. Stupid to 60 through this just for
the couple of lines she had to speak But at
midnight tonight she'd be on her way East,
a free ride all the way home - well, anyhow
as far as Syracuse. Anything could happen
Evening star., 1936-02-02

she suddenly get the talent? They had to see
for themselves she had talent enough for
mink from her chin to her feet They could
go right on living with their dyed skunk and
rabbit!
She turned luxuriously in bed Hotel life
was the life, even if most shows folded up
on the road, like this one Today's per-
formance was the last. 1t didn't matter
Every town has the guy who is waiting to
shower gifts on the girl who flatters him.
That camera on her bureau, now making
her madder than anything yesterday when it
came. a fine gift that was! As if she cared
hoot about anybody long enough to take
picture. But Sam had always been camera
crazy. forever taking pictures of her during
the year she spent in Chicago. He'd wanted to
marry her, but that was after his money
was gone. It was her tough luck to meet
somebody good and kind like him only after
his dough was gone.
He still wrote her, but what thrill is there
in hearing from has-been? She'd fixed all
that, taking her handwriting so he'd never
suspect the Address unknown" across the
Evening star., 1936-02-02

~m woke up feeling mad about every
thing Not one of them had written
her for her birthday yesterday her
~ father. her brother, her only sister,
Still sore, probably, because she got out of
paying board the last time she was home
Well, why shouldn't she, when both men in
the family were pulling down good mechanics
checks every week?
"You know what show business is like"
she said to her brother, kind of crying. . A
girl has to put on an act with any man. :.
Pounding the streets for a part that don't
last long"
Ted looked sardonically at her mink coat,
her twenty-doilar slippers. Tough" he said.
mo matter how hard it is, you have to put
on good front = unless you meet some old
stupid that don't like to see nice kid suffer"
She felt her teeth shake. the way he slammed
the door.
She should have kept the coat rolled up in
an old robe while she was home, like she in
tended, but the neighbors had an eyeful
coming to them. laughing, as they had, when
they knew she'd gone on the stage Whered
Evening star., 1936-02-02

had better be kept under cover until further
notice. So the alarm was out and going
strong3 He should worry. He had enough cash
to get him nearly to New York. Anything
could happen between here and there. Before
she knew what time it was on Monday, he'd
marry this dizzy heiress-actress coming
toward him.
Up in the hotel, Patsy was unable to sleeb,
thinking of her wedding few hours away She
loved him SOL He must get well She aros} =
She might as well put one of the rolls
film into the camera, have that ready. Som1
thing swisfed around inside
A few bills, totalling two thousand dollar
A short note said, For Remembrance to
good little trouper."
1t was almost sin to accept all this money
this promise of health and heaven. She mus
write. but where? I'm going East frst," the
giver had said then maybe abroad for
honeymoon. I'm sick of show business"
Gee, it was grand to know that this biz
gift wouldn't be missed. Geo. it must b,
grand to have folks who are so we'll off! Gee
Evening star., 1936-02-02
February 2. 1886

between here and there. She might
even be married soon. Love at first =
sight with him, too. He had told
her after dinner. A break that was
just perfect, with her broke agsi.l,
and expecting to barge back onto
her family. The boy was his own
salesman in the jewelry business
until he got going good; he would,
if women would let him alone.
Shed take care of that. Better to
marry thrilling fellow with .
young blood than some middle =.
aged cluck with cute ideas of
youth, like Sans sticking small
bottles of expensive perfume in
the toes Of her mules, or a hun
dred-dollar bill in glove finge1-tip
Were giving Patsy a shower"
voice said over her shoulder. 4
Cash or what -have-you. Chipping !
in?"
What shower?" she asked
dreamily.
Thought everybody knew than
Patsy was getting married." ths
chorus girl answered.
"Oh. yes. Sure" She remen@
bered hearing it weeks ago. This
was just dandy "a chorus girl
getting married and sending her
chorus boy right after the cere-
mony to Saranac. where she would
have to keep him till he died,
probably. Everybody but Pata
suspected where he was headc
But the kid was in love, and sh
better grab what she could out
life 1t would only take a minua
to drop in after the show and
wish her luck and goodbye.
We'll, so long," Patsy said to
her, hours later. Thanks q lot for
the camera. I've never seen such
a swell one. Believe it or not, l
haven't any pictures of my
sweetie. Ill take lot tomorrow
= enough to keep me going while
I'm away from him. l hope l can
make enough money to keep him
there till he gets well. hope you
do all right, too" The brown eyes
in the thin little face looked long
ingly at the mink coat before her,
so sleek. like the girl who wore it.
Patsy never in her life had been
able to pay more than forty dollars
for a coat. 1t must be swell to
have even a hundred to pay for
one. You could get real fur for q.
that. But she mustn't let her
self think of throwing so much
money away, even if she had it.
Every nickel must go to get her
man we'll
"Oh, III be all right, thanks"
The sleek girl stood up. my folks
are very we'll off. you know" 1t
was the same line she'd handed
her jewelry salesman before she
learned he was doing so well.
She went down to the car wait
ing for her in the lighted drive
way, lighted sufficiently so that
the man waiting could read and }
tear up the note which informed
him that insurance rates we're too
high this month. DECIDED, it meant !
that the jewels he had stole4-
be kept under cover until further
. So the alarm was out and going
should worry. He had enough cash
a nearly to New York. Anything
'en between here and there. Before
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Julia was hanging her eye hoe
between two palings by the gate,
and looking quietly over the bare
ground that was nearly ready for
Sparrel's pillow. Cynthia went on
into the kitchen. A center OF ire
still smouldered among the gray
wood ashes in the open fireplace.
She put shovelful Of red flakes in
to the stove and laid on some dry
wood. AS the stove grew warm
against the cool damp of the April
evening, a sense of well being
spread over the kitchen which held
in it's walls the family intimacies
of the years. Cynthia liked this big
room in the evenings and it's feel OF
having been long lived in. The GEN.
ter of interest was Barton's fire.
place with the old clock on the
shelf above it and the smooth worn
hickory chairs gathered around 1t
| where the family sat in the eve
ming. On the left of the mantel and
behind the stove by the window was
sparrelrs own corner; a desk and
chair, shelf Of books, and the last
and box of tools with which he cob
bled. shoes for the family. On the
right of the mantelwas Julia's rock
ing chair and work-basket.
II wonder what it is about a
Kitchen that makes folks like to sit
there instead of in a regular sit
| ting-room?" She pushed the chairs
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SYNOPSIS
Copyright by the Bobos-Merrili Co.

In the year 1885 Saul Pattern OF
Virginia came into the beautiful vir-
gin country of the Big Sandy valley
in Kentucky. Chief of the perils were
the Shawnees, who sought to hold
their lands from the ever-encroach-
ing whites. From huge pinnacle
Saul gazed upon the fat bottoms and
the endless acres of forest in it's pri-
meval quietude at the mouth Of the
Wolfpen, and felt an eagerness to
possess it, declaring it place fit
for a man to LIVE in! Five years
later he returned with Barton, his
afteen- year-old son, and built a rude
cabin. In Saul's absence the In
dams attacked Barton and wounded
him so badly Saul was forced to re-
turn with him to Virginia. In 1895,
when it was reasonably safe, Saul
returned with his family and a pat
emit for 1000 acres, this time to
stay. He added to the cabin, planted
crops and fattened his stock on the
rich meadows. Soon other settlers
arrived. A century later, in the
spring Of 1885, we find Cynthia Pat
tern, of the fifth generation follow
ing Saul, perched on the pinnacle
from which her great-great-g grand
father had first viewed Wolfpen Bot
toms. The valleys, heretofore un-
touched by the waves Of change
sweeping the Republic, are at last
beginning to feel that restless surge.
Her dad, Spared, and her brothers
Jesse, Jasper and Abral, have been
busy converting the old water
wheeled mill to steam power.
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CHAPTER II

THE half distinct mood of fore
i boding began to leave Cynthia
as she went with easy movement
down the steep path and up the
hollow to the house. 1t was almost
the same as 1t had always been in
early spring, everything alert with
the feeling that the new year was
coming again to these bottoms. a
new mill that sprayed SCOT and
smoke at the mouth Of the creek
would make no difference in the
blowing and the planting that would
soon join this spring to all the 9th
ers that had passed over Wolfpen.
CYNTHIA crossed the wood-lot in
to the yard. Julia was still in her
garden behind the picket fence NOV
ing the earth with her hoe. not
working, but enjoying the smell OF
the soil, planning her beds, feeling
the approach of spring and reluc-
tant to go back into the house. Gym
thia waved to her. Then seeing the
empty water pail on the bench by
the kitchen door, she carried it to
the well by the pear tree under the
sheltering portico Of the cellar
house. She leaned over the well
box to watch the bucket rise with
the end of the pole and to hear the
iostled overflow splashing against
the stones and echoing with thin
resonance as it fell back into the
| well.
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"Mix That Up With Your Sour Milk
and Soda, Julia"

from her path to the cupboard. II
reckon it's because it smells so
good where the bread bakes and
there is always a warmth on cool
evening" She took down the wood
en- mixing bowl from the shelf
above the table.
'I'll make the bread" Julia said.
"You get the things out of the
cellar"
Cynthia brought the sour milk
from the cellar and went to the
smoke-house for the meat. Coming
back with her hands full, she saw
Spared entering the yard from the
barn gate.
"You're early" she called. Sup
per's just started"
"You're late. I've got part Of it
right here" he said, holding up a
white meal sack with blue stripes
on it.
II can guess what it is"
Spared smiled at her the kindly
recognition which seemed to begin
out of sight and spread slowly into
the corners of his brown mustache
and beard. He went into the kitch-
en-, reaching both arms around JE-
liza from behind and placing the
| sack on the table beside her.
"Mix that up with your sour milk
| and soda, Julia. There's the first
meal out Of the first steam-mill ir
! these hills"
Julia was pleased and proud anG
! she showed it in her movements as
she poured and mixed the mea
while Spared and Cynthia looked
on. But she only said, 1.-THE new
mill pleased you right well, Sparrel?'
"Just about like / figured. Now
can grind any time and can rig VI
a saw and it'll be handy to rip on
boards. It'll be big help on tn
place."
II was wondering how bit Q
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CHAPTER l-continued

Now it was finally set up and adj
justed, this evening it would be set
in motion, and Cynthia was there
on the ledge, by the overhanging
bushes, to witness the triumph of
her father. She was near enough
to hear the talk of the onlookers
who knew that this mad contrap-
ton of Sparrel's couldn't possibly
work, and even if it did (Which it
wouldn't) the meal wouldn't be so
good.
One group was particularly in
terested in the boiler where Jesse.
and Abral were working.
''He sure amt amin to turn them
big grist stones with that puny black
lard kittle now you don't reckon"
Don't look near big enough"
"Who ever heard of a Teller work
ing a mill with a kittle of b'ilin'
water?
ut sure beats me how it could"
"What do you fellers know about
a steam-engine when you never saw
one in your lives, don't reckon"
Doug Mason said.
Cynthia, recognizing Doug's voice,
liked him more because of the way
he had spoken
She heard Spared laugh at their
incredulity and watched him go on
with his work, inspecting the boiler
as it began to exhaust little puffs
of steam. Abral was putting more
wood under the fre-box; the pale
blue smoke curling over the mill
was thinned into the air before ii
could reach the rock where Cynthia
sat: but the gentle bite OF it's smell
came into her nose.
She could feel light puffs of ho1
air on her face from the column SCI
up from the boiler. Spared watched
the steam gage while Jasper ant
Abral attached the belt. There wa
excitement in the crowd in the mill
yard as the boiler began to span]
and sputter under the expansion
Then Spared footed the whistle
She saw it first as a puff of vapo
which melted instantly into a SCUM
which roared in her ears. All tn
horses, mules and oxen jumped an
cavorted about. One of the Darte
bows splashed across the creek t
safety. The crowd moved back fro1
the mill.
Spared was full of great prid
as he turned the steam into the cy
inder of his new engine. 1t hisse
and spewed, the piston began
move: then the belt jerked, the me-
timbers creaked, the old milestone
began to whirl twenty revolution
faster than ever before; monste
from the outside had finally got II
to the mountains.
swell, boys, there she u.s." Spa
rel shouted to the crowd which ws
now pressing about the mill ar
peeking through the doors and wi
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HITE BLUFFS SPOkEoMAN
they met at Pound Gap, made more
human for Cynthia the incorporeal
Saul of the poplar log. She tried
to imagine Daniel Boone and Saul
Pattern sitting around campfire
trading stories Of their adventures
in the Big Sandy country when the
Indians still held it.
Near Sauls grave but under small
er markers, lay her Great-Grandfa-
Their Barton and her Grandfather
Tivis. They could hope to survive
only as Saul's son and grandson.
She wondered what Barton was like
behind the legend of his strength,
if had really lifted those millstones
and what he would think Of the
new engine.
Barton's son Tivis had built in
the late 1905 the central body of
the Pattern house. 1t stood there
on gentle rise half-mile up the
Wolfpen Bottom from this Shelf on
the site chosen for it by Saul Pat
tern under the shelter Of a wrinkle
in the hill.
Julia was still out in her garden
below the house.
ut is a good house for a body to
live in. And I better be getting
back to it instead Of just incoming
about here among a lot of grave
stones; for Mother will be going in
now soon to start supper and the
menfolk will be coming home hun
cry and after while it will be dark
again"
The house Cynthia looked at with
the feeling that it was time to re-
turn to it, stood in 1885 as monu-
ment to all four generations of
Wolfpen Patterns. The sixteen-by-
twenty-foot log room which had
been SauTs first home, was now the
kitchen. Barton had fashioned the
stone chimney with the wide log
fireplace, and had wrought out on
his own anvil the crane which still
held the boiling pots. Tivis built
on the dining room, the sitting
room, the hallway and the upstairs
sleeping-rooms. Three years he la
bored to build his house, and, ex
cept for the glass windows and the
wrought-iron nails brought across
the hills from Mount Sterling t
Wolfpen on the backs of mules, al
the materials came out of the plac
and were fashioned by hand. Tn
!. poplar logs and the pine were felle
: in the hollow above the orchard.
Her own father had carried o
the tradition of his fathers. Whe1
in 1858, he married the beautifu
!, Julia Stratford from Scioto, he mad
her a wedding present of the weatf
erboarded wing, the weaving-roo1
: overlooking the garden which Cyl
! thia had left that afternoon, an
= the two-story porch with the orn;
= mental banisters across the front
: the house, all done by hand on til
: Wolfpen property.
~ When it was finished there VIZ
~ no better house in the Big SAND
q Valley, outside Of Pikeville or Pre-
= tonsburg, and it established for tt
- remainder of the century the arch
Il lecture for that district.
T. CHAPTER II