New Yorker,
Already he was half in love with her
to his mother and Jane for guidance.
sed the matter with
ared immediately after the wedding
ane received a basket of fruit from
CHAPTER IV-—Continued
sa” —
“As a man thinks—Do you believe
it?” Evans asked.
“Some of it,” replied Jane.
“We'll talk about it tonight. No, 1
can’t come in. Dinner is at seven.”
He lingered a moment longer. ‘Do
you know what a darling you are,
Jane?”
She stcod watching him as he
limped away. Once he turned and
waved. She waved back and her
eyes were blurred with tears.
In Jane's next letter to Judy she
told about the dinner.
“We had a delicious dinner. It
seems to me, Judy, that my mind
dwells a great deal on things to eat.
But, after all, why shouldn't 1?
Housekeeping is my job.
“Mrs. Follette doesn’t attempt to
do anything that she can't do well,
and it was all so simple and satisfy-
ing. In the center of the table was
some of the fruit that Mr. Towne
sent in a silver epergne, and there
were four Sheffield candlesticks with
white candles.
“Mrs. Follette carved the turkey.
Evans can't do things like that—
she wore her perennial black lace
and pearls, and in spite of every-
thing, Judy, I can’t help liking her,
though she is such a beggar on
horseback. They haven't a cent, ex-
cept what she makes from the milk,
but she looks absolutely the lady of
the manor.
“The cousins are very fashiona-
ble. One of them, Muriel Follette,
knows Edith Towne intimately. She
told us all about the wedding, and
how people are blaming Edith for
running away and are feeling terri.
bly sorry for Mr. Towne. Of course
they didn’t know that Baldy and 1
had ever laid eyes on either of them.
But you should have seen Baldy's
eyes, when Muriel said things about
Edith. I was scared stiff for fear
he'd say sonfething. You know how
his temper flares.
“Well, Muriel said some catty
things. That everybody is sure that
Delafield Simms is in love with
someone else, and that they are say-
ing Edith might have known it if she
hadn't always looked upon herself
as the center of the universe, And
they feel that if her heart is broken,
ihe decent thing would be to mourn
in the bosom of her family. Of
course I'm not quoting her exact
words, but you'll get the idea.
“And Baldy thinks his queen can
do no wrong, and was almost burst.
ing. Judy, he walks in a dream. I
don’t know what good it is going to
do him to feel like that. He will
have to always worship at a dis-
tance like Dante. Or was it Abe-
lard? 1 always get those grande pas-
sions mixed.
“Anyhow, there you have it. Edith
Towne rode in Baldy's flivver, and
he has hitched that little wagon to a
star!
“Well, after dinner, we set the
victrola going and Baldy had to
dance with Muriel. She dances ex-
tremely well, and I know he en-
joyed it, though he wouldn't admit
it. And Muriel enjoyed it. There's
no denying that Baldy has a way
with him.
“After they had danced a while
everybody played bridge, except Ev-
ans and me. You know how I hate
it, and it makes Evans nervous. So
we went in the library and talked.
Evans is dreadfully discouraged
about himself. 1 wish that you were
here and that we could talk it over.
But it is hard to do it at long dis.
tance. There ought to be some way
to help him. Sometimes it seems
that I can’t stand it when I remem-
ber what he used to be.”
Evans had carried Jane off to the
library high-handedly. “1 want
you,” was all the reason he vouch-
safed as they came into the shabby
room with its leaping flames in the
fireplace, its book-lined walls, its im-
posing portrait above the mantel.
The portrait showed Evans’
grandfather, and beneath it was a
photograph of Evans himself. The
likeness between the two men was
striking--there was the same square
set of the shoulders, the same
bright, waved hair, the same air of
youth and high spirits. The grand-
father in the portrait wore a blue
uniform, the grandson was in kh 1ki,
but they were, without a quest on,
two of a kind
“You belong here, Jane,” said Ev.
ans, ‘on one side of the firepl.ce,
with me on the other. That's the
way 1 always see you when I shut
my eyes.”
“You see me now with your eyes
wide open—"'
“Yes. Jane, 1 told Mother this
afternoon that I wouldn't go to New
York. So that’s settled, without your
saying anything.”
“How does she feel about it?"
“Oh, she still thinks that I should
go. But I'll stay here,” he moved
his head restlessly. ‘I want to be
where you are, Jane. And now, my
dear, we're going to talk things out.
You know that yesterday you made
a sort of—promise. That you'd pray
for me to get back—and that if I
got back—well, you'd give me a
chance. Jane, I want your prayers,
but not your promise.”
“Why not?”
“1 am not fit to think of any wom-
an. When I am—well—if 1 ever am
Evans had carried Jane off to
the library.
—you can do as you think best. But
you mustn't be bound.”
She sat silent, looking
fire.
“You know that I'm right, don't
you, dear?"
“Yes, 1 do, Evans.
it, too, last night. And it seems like
this to me. If we can just be friends
~—without bothering with—anything
else—it will be easier, won't it?"
“I can’t tell you how gladly I'd
bother, as you call it. But it wouldn't
be fair. You are young, and you
have a right to happiness. I'd be a
shadow on your—future--''
“Please don't—"'
He dropped on the rug at her feet,
“Well, we'll leave it at that, We're
friends, forever,” he reached up and
took her hands in his, “forever?”
“Always, Evans-''
“For better, for worse-—for rich-
er, for poorer?”
“Of course—""
They stared into the fire, and
then he said softly, ‘“Well, that's
enough for me, my dear, that's
enough for me-—"" and after a while
he began to speak in broken sen-
tences. '' ‘Ah, silver shrine, here
will 1 take my rest . After so
many hours of toil and quest .
A famished pilgrim . That's
Keats, my dear. Jane, do you know
that you are food and drink?"
“Am I?" unsteadily.
“Yes, dear little thing, if I had
you always by my fire 1 could fight
the world."
When Jane and Baldy reached
home that night, Baldy stamped up
and down the house, saying things
about Muriel Follette. *“*A girl like
that to criticise.”
She yawned. “I'm going to bed.”
The telephone rang, and Baldy
was off like a shot. Jane uncurled
herself from her chair and lent a
listening ear. It was a moment of
exciting interest. Edith Towne was
at the other end of the wire!
Jane knew it by Baldy’s singing
voice. He didn’t talk like that to
commonplace folk who called him
up. She was devoured with curi
osity.
He came in, at last, literally
walking on air. And just as Jane
had felt that his voice sang, so she
felt now that his feet danced.
into the
I thought of
“Janey, it was Edith Towne.”
“What did she say?”
“Just saw my advertisement. Pa-
per delayed—"'
“Where is she?"
“Beyond Alexandria.
not to give it away.”
“Not even to Mr. Towne?”
“No. She's asked me to bring
her bag, and some other things.”
He threw himself into a chair op-
posite Jane, one leg over the arm of
it. He was a careless and pictur-
esque figure. Even Jane was aware
of his youth and good looks.
Edith had, as it seemed, asked
him to have Towne send the ring
back to Delafield—to have her wed-
ding presents sent back, to have a
bag packed with her belongings.
She started up the stairs but be-
fore she had reached the landing he
called after her. ‘Jane, what have
you on hand for tomorrow?"
She leaned over the rail and
looked down at him. “Friday? Feed
the chickens. Feed the cats. Help
Sophy clean the silver. Drink tea at
four with Mrs. Allison, and three
other young things of eighty.”
“Well, look here. I don’t want to
face Towne. He'll say things about
Edith—and insist on her com-
ing back-—she says he will, and
that's why she won't call him up.
And you've got more diplomacy than
1 have. You might make it all
seem--reasonable. Will you do it,
Jane?"
“Do you mean that you want me
to call on him at his office?”
“Yes. Go in with me in the
morning."
“Baldy, are you shirking? Or do
you really think me as wonderful
as your words seem to imply?”
“Oh, if you're going to put it like
that.”
She smiled down at him. ‘Let's
leave it then that 1 am-—wonderful
But suppose Mr. Towne doesn’t fall
for your plan? Perhaps he won't
let her have the bag or a check
book or money or—anything—"'
Jane saw then a sudden and pas-
sionate change in her brother. "If
he doesn't let her have it, I will. I
may be poor but I'll beg or borrow
rather than have her brought back
to face those—cats—until she wants
to come.”
But we're
CHAPTER V
his office until ten o'clock. So Jane
was ahead of him. She sat in a
luxurious outer room, waiting.
When he came in he saw Jane at
once, and held out his hand smil-
ing. “You've heard from Edith?”
“Yes. Last night. Too late to
let you know.”
“Good. We'll go into my room.”
Jane was thrilled by a sense of
things happening. Outwardly calm,
she was inwardly stirred by excite-
ment.
she sat
in a big leather chair
stated her errand.
“Baldy thought I'd better come,
he's so busy, and anyhow he thinks
I have more tact.” She
chin at him and smiled.
**And you thought it needed tact.”
“Well, don't you, Mr. Towne? We
really haven't a thing to do with it,
and I'm sure you think so. Only
now we're in it, we want to do the
best we can.”
“1 see. Since Edith has chosen
you and your brother as ambassa-
dors, you've got to use diplomacy.”
“*She didn’t choose me, she chose
Baldy.”
“But why can't she deal directly
with me?”
‘She ran away from you. And
she isn't ready to come back.”
**She ought to come back.”
“She doesn’t think so. And she's
afraid you'll insist.”
“What does she want me to do?”
“Send her the bag with the money
and the checkbook, and let Baldy
take out a lot of things. She gave
him a list; there's everything from
toilet water to talcum.”
“Suppose I refuse to send them?”
“You can, of course. But you
won't, will you?”
“No, 1 suppose not. 1 shan’t co-
erce her. But it's rather a strange
thing for her to be willing to trust
all this to your brother. She has
seen him only once.”
“Well,” said Jane, with some spir-
it, “you've seen Baldy only
and wouldn't you trust him?"
She flung the challenge at him,
and quite surprisingly he found him-
self saying, "Yes, I would.”
““Well,”” said Jane, "of course.”
He leaned back in his chair and
looked at her. Again he was aware
of quickened emotions. She revived
half-forgotten ardors. Gave him
back his youth. She used none of
the cut and dried methods of sophis-
tication. She was fearless, absolute.
ly alive, and in spite of her cheap
gray suit, altogether lovely.
So it was with an air of almost
romantic challenge that he said,
“What would you advise?’ *
“I'd let her alone, like little Bo-
Peep. She'll come home before you
know it, Mr. Towne.”
“1 wish that I could think it—how-
ever, it's a great comfort to know
that she's safe. 1 shall give it out
that she is visiting friends, and that
I've heard from her. And now,
about the things she wants. It seems
absolutely silly to send them.”
“] don't think it's silly.”
“Why not?"
“Oh, clothes make such a lot of
difference to a woman. I can ab
solutely change my feelings by
changing my frock.”
She rose, “I'll leave the list with
you and you can telephone Baldy
when to come for them.”
“Don’t go
“But you're busy.
“Not unless I want to be.”
“But I am. I have to go to mar-
ket--"'
“Briggs can take you over.
call up the garage.”
“Briggs! Can you imagine Briggs
driving through the streets of Wash-
inglon with a pound of sausage and
a three-rib roast?”
“Do you mean that you are go-
ing to take your parcels back with
you?"
“Yes. There aren't any deliveries
in Sherwood."
He hesitated for a moment, then
touched her shoulder lightly with
his forefinger. ‘look here. Let
Briggs take you to market, then
come back here, and we'll run up to
the house, get the things for lunch
at Chevy Chase, and put you down,
sausages, bags and all, at your own
door in Sherwood."
“Really?” She was all shining ra-
diance.
“Really. You'll do it then? Sit
down a moment while I call up
Briggs.”
He called the garage and turned
again to Jane. “I'll dictate some
important letters, and be ready for
you when you get back.”
So Jane went through the fine old
market, with its long aisles brilliant
with the bounty of field and garden,
river, and bay and sea. There were
red meats and red tomatoes and
red apples, oranges that were yel
low, and pumpkins a deeper orange.
There were shrimps that were pink,
and red-snappers a deeper rose.
There was the gold of butter and the
gold of honey-—the green of spine
ach, the green of olives and the
green of pickles in bowls of brine,
there was the brown of potatoes
overflowing in burlap bags, and the
brown of bread baked to crustiness
-the brown of the plumage of dead
ducks-—the white of onions and the
white of roses.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
once,
I want to talk to you.”
'
I'u
To be a dog show judge is one of
the most desired and least appre-
ciated positions among dog fanciers.
Novices, and many show veterans,
have a distinctly envious regard for
the people who award the ribbons
in the show ring. The position car-
ries with it a certain amount of the
limelight which is so attractive. On
the other hand, the dog show judge
is one of the most abused of indi-
viduals. His decisions seldom give
universal satisfaction and he is
called publicly and privately every-
thing from a publicity-seeking ig-
noramus to a deliberate cheat,
writes R. R. Taynton in the Wash-
ington Star,
The truth of the matter is that
many people rush into dog judging
before they have had adequate ex-
perience in breeding and showing
dogs and before they have cultivated
that “eye for a dog” that is abso-
lutely indispensable to a good judge.
Others judge entirely on the basis
of personal prejudice as to what con-
stitutes an important point in the
breed chosen.
For instance, if ears of a certain
type may be the most difficult point
to attain in that judge's kennel, he
may give undue emphasis to that
point | ne that a dog consists
of more than a pair of ears. He
forgets likewise that each breed has
a definite standard and there is a
scale of points, express or implied,
for the various parts of the dog and
that the dog must be measured
against a mental image of that
standard on the day judged.
No judge may assume the pre.
rogative of putting a puppy up or
down because of the way he thinks
it will develop. He should not put a
dog in poor coat or condition to best
of breed because he happens to know
how the dog looks when he is in full
bloom.
In other countries, dog show
judges are carefully trained either
by the kennel club of the country or
by the breed clubs. Judges undergo
apprenticeships either as student
judges or as assistants or stewards
in the ring. In this country, no such
aid is given the aspiring judge.
Only One Note Used in Song
A curious and famous song, sel
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1s used
Urge Children
To Help Plan
Own Activities
@INDIVIDUALITY
should be recognized. Parents
should allow children to de-
velop own tastes without im-
posing their own. Too much
supervision dulls the edge of
the greatest enthusiasm.
By RUTH ARNOLD NICKEL
won't be at the meeting, to-
morrow," said Mrs. Mitchell, as her
neighbor came out on the porch to
greet her. “I'm going to take Lil-
lian to the museum.”
“How nice,” commented Mrs.
“Well, it's rather a hot trip,” Mrs.
Mitchell admitted, ““and Lillian isn’t
very enthusiastic, but 1 think she
ought to take advantage of such
things. Besides, she never knows
what to do with herself during vaca-
tions. 1 simply have to arrange a
program for her, or she would waste
her time or mope. How did you
manage to get Gladys igterested in
s0 many worthwhile things?"
Mrs. Gracie smiled. “Gladys? Oh,
she and 1 take turns
special undertakings now. I used to
insist that she work out certain proj-
ects. When she was 12 years old—
that was two years ago—I decided
that the time had come to teach her
all sorts of things. She had learned
to sew a little and loved to make
doll's clothes, but 1 wanted her to
make something useful. 1 bought
some fine white cloth started
her on a slip.”
“Gladys never wore the slip,” sai
Mrs. Gracie ruefully, “at leas
until I had made it over.
liked working on it. This started a
kind of struggle between us.”
“But she sews now, doesn't she?”
“Yes, she sews beautifully,” said
Mrs. Gracie. “When the slip was
finally finished, I said nc ng more
about sewing. 1 didn't want to fix
the dislike that I had started. Then
the next summer she begged me for
a pink tennis dress. It was early in
the season and the ones she liked
were too expensive. Then she said,
‘Mother, I think I could r te one, if
you'd help me the binding
around the neck.’ I tried not to show
my delight! We found a remnant of
goods and she made the dress with
very little help from me;
she wanted it
tions
and
with
gee
She read the direc-
and made it carefully.”
“But that implies that mothers
shouldn't try to direct their chil-
dren.” objected Mrs. L
Imposing Their Own Views.
about that" sald
Mrs. Gracie, “and 1 talked it over
with Tom. He had been trying to
improve her re g, but when he
brought books home from the li-
brary she never seemed to care for
them. Then we concluded that we
weren't accomplishing our purpose.
“Maybe you are right,” said Mrs.
Mitchell. **Tell me what you did.”
“We decided to stop imposing our
tastes upon Gladys and let her de-
velop her own. We had kept her
too busy. As I thought about it, 1
remembered my own early summer
vacations, I had regular work to do,
but I was allowed to create most of
my own pleasures. I remembered
long hours of reading—discovering
books that I learned to love, hours
of play, and gardening in the back
yard, Whenever I got bored. I be-
gan to look around for something
new and interesting to do.
“1 told this to Tom and he remem-
you
Mitchell
“1 wondered
gard to his own childhood. We de-
Gladys too much. So we planned
when she would be entirely free.
During the
first week she seemed a little bored
in the afternoons.
asked me to teach her to knit a
sweater! The next week she began
voluntarily looking for something to
the very subjects her father had
hoped she'd like!”
“But wasn't she ever idle?" asked
Mrs. Mitchell.
“Yes, she used to lie in the ham-
mock on the porch sometimes for
hours. One day she said to me,
‘Mother, I love to lie and look up
at the sky in the summertime. In
the winter I'm too busy to think and
get things straightened out in my
mind." "
“Gracious!” said Mrs. Mitchell,
rising—*"1 think I'll drop the muse-
um outing. Perhaps if 1 drag Lil
lian there on a hot day when she
doesn’t want to go, she will dislike
i"
“I'm afraid Gladys would”
laughed Mrs. Gracie sympathetical-
ly. “She often joins me in my en.
thusiasms if I don’t try to force
them on her. But she’s an individ.
ual, too, and I can't expect her to
be exactly like me. We take many
trips together and take turns decid.
ing where to go. A museum trip is
always the result of an urge to see
some special thing. Both of us en
joy it, but 1 am always careful to
bring Gladys home while she is still
interested, and before she gets
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