Evening Star Newspaper, August 21, 1921, Page 52

&« ISTEN, Tadz” says 1. “This is no time to pull that mule P imitation of yours. T'll ad- o mit you do it well—too well . as a rule. But for the love of Mary Pickford lay off it now.” And Ines replies eloquent with a slow roll of her gray eyes as she shifts the spearmint cud from port o starboard. Which means that her mind is still in a plaster cast. But I'm quite used to going hoarse try- ing to make Miss Petersen see a point. “I hope they never get you on a jury Inez,” says I, “for if they do, equal suffrage is going to get another . hard jolt, and the nineteenth amend- ment isn‘t any too popular now. “I don’t wanna go see Uncle N protests Inez. “That dumbbell “Oh come now,” says I, “don’ too hard on the old boy, just becau: he has developed a fad for salling tin steamers in a triple set of batn It's an innocent indoor sport, s it's a highbrow pas- says I, “like spinning a toddle- «top, or fiy fishing in a stocked lake, or playing bridge whist with grand- ‘mother. But why not overlook it? Just remember, Inez, that for the « third time Barry Platt and I have re- trieved this trick uncle of yours, and that at last we seem to have him where he will almost sit up and beg. ‘With a little intelligent help from his favorite niece we could hgve him quite tame. True, he's a bit odd in his ways, and not much to look at; but the fact remains that he is a rich uncle. So let's go around and be nice to him while he’s In the right mood. “He ain't nice to us when he queers our good business, is he®” demands < Ines. ‘Which brought us right back to the starting post, with no ground gained. More than ever, it seemed, I had Inez on my hands; and, with 180 pounds of blond balkiness as a handicap weight, I wasn’'t eager to tackle any extra hurdles. Yet it was just then that our friend Barry comes crashing in with complications. “Why so wild in the eye, Barry?’ 1 asks as he pauses.in his dash up Miss Wellby’s front steps. “Have they made you London correspondent, or has the n;unlzinx editor wished ou good-bye?” " ¥ “n‘—ws my aunt,”” says he. “She’s very {ll. “The one In_Utica, who brought “WHO'S ALL THIS?” I ASKED. you up?” says L THEN THE CHINAMAN CONFIDED * ¥ x ¥ THAT SHE WAS PRINCESS CHU, ARRY nods. “They've sent for me TAKING A LITTLE TRIP INCO to come,” he goes on, “and I must catch the 10 o'clock express. It's tough luck.” “Oh, well, says I, soothing, “perhaps auntie will pull through and be a lot better by the time you get there. They often do. “But that isn’t it.” says Barry. got_to leave just as I'm working up a perfect whale of a news story. “Why, you cold-blooded young brut ys I. = o!n't say that, Trilby May."he pro- tests. “You don't understand. Really, this is the biggest yarn I've ever had a whack at, and if I could only stay and be In strong at the office. Oh, Say, do you know what I've spring the story, which I can't. Very likely the act will be all over before, I can get back and the lady will have | disappeared. Isn't that just my| luck 7 “But say, Barry,” I suggests, “isn't there some one you could leave the | tale with and have 'em work it up while you're gone?” “And have the other fellow get all| the credit?’ says Barry. “What's the | use? No, I've just got to let my big chance slide. Besides, I haven't time' to do a thing but pack my bag and ke for the station.” ou hadn’t thought of putting me on as an understudy, eh?" I asks. gasps Barry. sublime confidence you have | says 1. “It's too touching. But really, you know, I'm not quite a dead one, Barry boy. I have occa- sional spasms of almost human in- telligence. Of course, I'm no journas listic sleuth hound, such as Barry Sherlock Platt; but I can find my way about town without the aid of a hotel idebook, and I might be able to n across. “"The missing witness in the Loudman divorce case?”’ is my guess. “Batter than that,” says he. 've lo_ cated the queen of the coke runners. “Sounds like the title of an Sth ave- nue movle feature,” says L “Is this Crook Stuff such big news as all that?" ““What if the lady happens to be Prin- Sleuthing With Trilby Ma M By SEWELL FORD Wowey! That is, if I could stay to| cess Chu, niece of the Chinese min- jster, and is playing her game right from thé embassy?” demands Barry, whispering excited. i “Does listen sort of thrilling,” I 2dmits. “How'd you come to dig up all that? > “Just a lucky break.” says B: T was getting material for a Sunday spe- cial—a grind about the spread of chop suey joints—so 1 dropped into one of them on 42d street for a plate of chow Follow & " perfectly plain_ clue, es- pecially when there’s one of my own sex in the case. i h, I say!” says Barry. “That's| an idea. You might dig up something | new about her. Anyway, mayvbe you i could keep track of her if I told| you just where to go. She'll probably show up again &t the suey joint—per- haps tonight. That seems to be her hOW | headquarters. And from what I've| B o 11t aniat il the- boss. | P s abaut her 1ogRaicll) | I¥hile T was theré. in comes. this BIDPY | «Photographic,” says I. > Fou're a| {female with the slanting eyebrows, the | ;iyiq describer, Barry. I'm sure I'd igh face coloring and the pointed chin. [ §EFTACT, FRUTh 4 ke to help | 1 noticed how she had ‘em all Sumping | 30U "oy ¢" around. Seemed to own the Sy W Who's all thier I asked. Then the [, “YOure s £cod pal, Trilhy May. Chinaman confided that she was Prin- [ S8Y8 he. e & e ing o little (11D Incog. ‘A, | Somehow it seems as if—well, you get feed that to some tourist slummer, {me? Like that old evolution thing. e e aye 1 "It she was a sure|You remember? ‘When I was a king ‘enough’ princess she wouldn't be in a |in Babylon and you— 2y chow Joint' like this’ But he gnly| *No. no, Barry," says I <“When I Funches his shoulders and walks off.” was a limousine and you were a fliv- “Well, was she?’ I asked. ver coupe.’ «Wait,” says Barry. “Pretty soon| Then we swapped giggles and Barry T saw the bosg open a big safe and | wrote down the number of the chop take out a black sult case—one of (suey joint and his Utica addres these classy, overnight bags. The| “If it breaks biz says he, “you e ST nleq with & bi& Eob of |might wire me and perhaps I could| Jellow wax. He put it on the counter | sneak off for a day or so. Be care-| Yo that she could inspect it. Then|ful, though. Some of these China-: .she waved for a waiter to lug it down | men are bad actors. Mustn't let ‘em | 10 a taxi. And as it was carried past|get onto you. | I spotted a gold dragon painted on| “Dom’t worry.” says I “I'm a ‘one side. The embassy mark, you|shifty performer myself when I have| know. But of course all that might|to be. And I might take Inez along| have been faked. So I went to alas a shock absorber. Hurry on now | phone booth and called up Jimmy|and I8ave it to me.” Gordon, who's been chief of our save ‘Washington bureau for years, but Aa & matter of fact, I've.always had an idea I could do-this reporter stuft if I had a chance. Not the writ- lf::‘.m;ybe,h butd gll"nl ldn:‘n the ‘ve heard Barry tell how' h Eil Isavohima tale Shant wanting had worked up lmetae'&'u- ot some of s stories, and it struck.me he wasn't crase and asked how I could get in|, ;%00 clover at it. Where He shines touch with her, so he told me who o dressing thii up so they read to wire and I got word back that ths 2 TeI ] b BT rincess had left yesterday to spend | ™! a The week end with friends in the Solsdrisoms ofiths ond-Act Bl Berkshires. Couldn't make much out | done. Anyways, soms one ou of that, of course, and I might have x’::“ :vn:- but up to date nol dropped the whole thing if I hadw't |l belleve. = - plles into a sleeper drifted into our police nndqunrterll bound for Utica. I gathers up Ines d found Chub Collins al 2:-":'::: up over & rumor that the qm, ::Id :’l‘u:' for this 42d street suey squad was on trail of a big shipmen! id t been | “How you know I like that chink of opium that was sald &3 stuff?" objects Ines. “I mever tried yecently smusgied Nearly fifty | stuf h: en offered for sale ' it. e '§lu‘|’ a2 who looked like, “Nor L* says 1. “But we're billed And she had it in & black | to consume several samples of it be- ‘Well, there you are!” fore ths évening is over, and I'm * ¥ k% banking on you, Inez, to do the heavy gastronomy. It's your specialty, you “A CASE of putting two and two, | know. eh?" siys 1. “Sounds simple “Huh!" says Ines, indicating that enough. And that's quite ‘s lot of |gud uspécts I'm kidding her, but isn't sure. opium, isn't it, Barry?” “Fitst, though,” I goes on, “I must “P1l say it is,” says he. .“Why, it 5':1: 1 ,‘3:..3."&":.‘?.‘: on your lnu:}; enough to supply all the addicts in T bkl ] g 0 for ‘& yionth, and it and he'll be looking for us. I'll ha to, leb him some excuse. Let's go.' worth—well, I don't know how much; ut at the swell apartment house half & million, pertiaps. And think of Tilta lnt & oy Fache Basin. the Jou the row that will start when it comes | i1, 12508, 267 TTan Plnaiate *that out that this is an inside job, with & |Uncle Nels has gone out. !omsboax playing th part. him he' he's tht to ly has, mrincess Ing ] has called on the phome and L £ “THEN WE CAN TRADE, EH! SUGGESTS THE LADY. HAVE TO MAKE IT SNAPPY, THOUGH, FOR I GOTTA BE BACK IN ‘WASHINGTON TOMORROW MORNING. COME ACROSS!® e} impatient and walks -to * booth. Slhecty the. @ THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. had a long talk with 'em. Then he strolled out, not ten minutes before. “When he comes back,” says I, “tell him his niece was here and was all cut up at not seeing hi “What a_whopper!"” we starts down town. “But one that will tickle the old boy." says L “And after all, he's a lonesome old scout. Here's a 4th avenue car. No trouble to find the chop suey joint. They light ‘em up brilliant, don’t they? And after we'd climbed the flight of marble steps and pushed throug:. _he wicker doors we blinked for a minute as we gazed about Hung from the ceiling were all sort f fancy Chinese lanterns, and the room was well filled with little teak- wood tables. Business was light, though, for hardly a doxén peop! were scattered around. A Chines: waiter with slick black hair and a wooden face was beckoning us to one of the front tables and I was about to follow him when'down at the far end of the restaurant I-aught sight of some coay little ®oops, like pews with high backs facing:-gach other across a table In the_mildle. And in one of 'em. toying . a_queer looking dish, was this } y rouged ferhale with eyes set-QN:t . A ber feet I could jugt of a black sultcase! Gosh Hey?" says Inez.- ! “What Barry picks as ,sg-:ncen ot the royal blood.” says X ‘Seé? The one parked in the slip.*™ “Huh!" says Inez,_ giwws her the ual north and sowth., Precisely my sentimehts,” says I But let's ease ourselves into the adjoining pew and stref¢#'Wn ear.” * % K% HERE wasn't much to be heard, though, for the mysterious female seemed to be just stalling atound, not eating recklessly or noisily. We took a chance on ordering some of the weird things on the menu and while we were waiting to be served I spot- ted this wall mirror opposite and dis- covered that by leaning out a little I could get a fair view of our reighbor. If the glass had been a bit cleaner 1 should have liked it better, but as it was I made a few interesting notes. In the first place I decided that those curving Oriental eyebrows must have been faked. Thé eye-cofners looked as though theyd beem touched up with a pencll, too: and I could guess that the high cheekbone eltect was mainly due to make-up. It can ays Inez, s ca “YOU'LL be dope with a little flesh pink and dead white rubbed in at exaauy the right spots. Next I noticed her fe She was no Cinderella, I'll tell t judge. Those strap pumps muet hi beett 4 Bs at le lz but the vamps and the pointed toes m look smaller, oth heels were run over on the insi And up ti of the left silk stocking whs a that had be. arned. " 1 whis run a8 advertised. 'There's the Dblack i 3 all right. And here. comss this l;; cnmaz Chinese waiter with some trick Say, it looks Tike ‘some- body had dropped a plate on two handfuls of exe I try it, Ines, and if you Mn”t‘ ¥ ed a fo nounces that it tastes aia, ecially after it was mixed with boiled tice and séasomied with dlack sauce from the vinegar cruet.’ We were_still in the food wher the “::lm s g hone with & m. she leaves the folflWl ".:.fl of T i X BT T agured tnat \ vmgmf'uy Wi T gul r In t- hére?" ‘Ol tival and ‘Bac] bo; of fldhflk ting king through bassy and 1. E: part t |away with, Nels ! was _anxious uggled 1y it r. ! develop had unusual Juck it would take her five minutes or more to get the right number. Just about then, too, the boss of the joint and one of the wait- ers were having a hot sing-song de- bate over a check, and the other pie- faced suey juggler was taking an or- der at the front end of the room. So I let my curiosity get the best of me. I used my boarding house reach, stretched a hand into the next booth, d dragged the bag: around where I could shove it under my feet. * % k% HAT for?” demands Inez. “I'd like to mee what a chunk of opium worth that much looks like,” says 1. “Wouldn't you?" “She’ll be mad if she finds out,” warns Inez. says I. “But if she doesn's know she'll never worry a bit. 8ay, it is heavy, all right.” I found that out when I lifted it up on the seat beside me. Then I just had to finger the big gob of yel- low sealing wax. It looked impre sive, but when I tried the catch I discovered that it didn't seal the lock at all. 1t was simply styck on the sidé. And before I knew it I had the bag open. iside this lump of black m::f. about as big as a ham itke tar, says I, it smells like ta can tell” says Iner. chew it like gum Wa “I used to says 1. [aybe I can pry Let's have a fork. There! Think you've got nerve enough to test it, Ines? Careful, now! And for tm"lova of life don't swallow any. “Don’t off a piece. tar,” says Ines. enough, then” says I Back it goes. Just in time, too Here she comes. 8o when the princess drifted back from the ‘phone booth we were bent over our plates once more. She didn’t even notice that the bag wasn't just where she left it, but pushed it un- der the seat with the toe of her pump and sat down to drum her fingers restlessly on the t 'rom the lady's motions,” say: hould 5t mebody I'd say they late In keeping were wise, at that.” Then I noticed Ines gawping across at the n,):rrnr. as if she were watch- ing & ghost. swnll. spill {t1” I tell her. “Whos' coming now' es leans across and whispers hulw “It—it's_Uncle Nels!" “What!” says 1. “How in the name of Ouija could he know we were 8 Ines, nodding to- wards the next slip. * me!” says I. “Don’t let him see you. Quick" And Ines did manage to shift over so that most of her must have been hidden, while in the glass I could watch the old y come ing forward to where the smiling princess was giving him the Gome-on signal. ‘Well, that fihzf whole plot of and beiny family herself. : EE BUT how she had happened 6 land & cagey old boy like Uncle Nels was a pussle. With those shrewd blug eye: of his and the grip he had on & dollar you'd think he’d be the last one to fall for an easy money scheme that might load to a session befors the grand jury. You can’t always tell, though. The more they have the more they want, and the mes with, the simple honest look are cften the very ies that believe any: thing is right that they can get A ., AS it develops liter, this con lady had !ot Uncle Nels on her list through the loorman his swell apartment house. fiu they're often a crooked iot, these ovcimer, from bett ekt okt o tas) 3 ul ERsrateasl - e Uncle Nels naw’n certain Princess Chu an; to unload a fortuns in m coke at about one-tenth fts X if Yncle Relh Souid sy &‘.; °muou é with In his Cotirse, 1 could onl at ot it it Lot o et o vel that came through the parti- inoéss spoke mmm u'mm"uflu- 68 Uncle Nels it they were all ula&lm Perha, ¥4 ud‘w ] it R e e paril- | 1 of what she THE RAMBLER TELLS OF INTERESTING CAREER HE Rambler has not finished his task of Summoning up thoughts of Washington play- ers who “trod the boards.” He understands from some of his friends :that the phrase “trod the boards” is a professional way of saying that one has set foot, of feet, on the stage of the theater, or i theater, but he admite that he likes not much the phrase, because to him it has a sug- gestion of “walking the plank.” Neither can he approve that phrase in his first sentence, “has not finished his task,” for it is not a task, unless it be a task to do that which it is one's pléasuré fo do. * et Last Sugday the Rambler made passing mention of Mrs. Lander and he feels that it would be interesting and: Instructive to some of you if he were to give more space to that fine woman and admirable actor. Mrs. Lander was not a Washington native, but she played for us in the late 60s at Wall's Opera House, perhaps earlier at another theater, and in the early 70s settled among us and called this her home till she died in 1903. She was seventy-four years old when she bade adieu to earth and had been for forty-one years the widow of Frederick Willlam Lander, who be- came a federal general soon after the breaking out of the civil war, figured in some of the operations on the upper Potomac not far from Wash- ington, and in a small affair at Ed- wards - Ferry in Montgomery county recelved the wound which is believed to have caused his death. As the Rambler wrote last Sunday, Mrs. Lander lived ina pretty frame cot- —— e ER Great Histrionic Ability—The Little. & White Cottage Facing the Capitol +Grounds—Stage Career as a Child Touring A_broad—A Gracipus Figure in Washington Society—The Life of Her Illustrious Husband, ‘Gen. Lander—The Generosity and Thought- fulness of Her Will. tage, painted white eréinsiutters, on B strect -between New Jersey avenue and 1st street Southeast, facing the Capitol grounds. Abg4L the middle of the day. August 3,%3#93, there came from the tele- grafh wires In the news room of The Star ‘this message: “Lynn, Mass, August 3.—Mrs. Jean Margaret Davenport Lander, widow of Gen. Frederick W. Lander and Iknow-n as an actress for two score years In this country and in Europe, | is dead at her summer home here at the age of seventy-four years. The body will be taken to Washington for interment.” always with December 17, 1822, schooled at anklin and Dummer academies and tutored In civil engineering by Maj. Barton at South Andover. He be- came interested in the matter of a railroad to the Pacific coast which was being agitated as early as 1853 by Willlam Whitney, and this opens up another local association, because this William Whitney came to live in Washington, was a fimiliar figure in our city, bought a tract of land on or adjacent to the 7th street road beyond the boundary, and the lane that passed by his house was called Whitney lane and later came to be called Whitney avenue. Lander was made chief engineer of the Northern Pacific survey and assoclated with him in this was Isaac I Stevens, then a lieutenant of engfneers, U. S. A, and later Gen. Stevens, who was killed September 1, 1862, within & few yards of where Gen. Phil Kearney fell in the battle of Chantilly. Those officers were killed on the Thrift farm, later the Ballard farm, because Capt. John Ballard married Mixs Thrift. The war-time owner of the farm was Col. James Thrift of the Confederate army, and he was killed at Seven Rivers. For the most part the battle of Chantilly was Mass. F 2 * x % ¥ ITHIN a few minutes after the coming of that dispatch a man in the office had written this, which was published that afternoon as a “follow” to the telegram: “During her long residence in the white frame cottage opposite the Capitol grounds, Mrs. Lander was identified with many phases of life at the capital, sa she represented in herself one of its most interesting personages. She grew old gracefully Uncle Nels feels in a e n inside pocket “Then we can trade, eh,” suggests the lady. “You'll have to make it snappy, though, for 1 gotta be back in Wash- ington ' by tomorrow morning. Come across. She was a crisp and easy worker. 'I'll say that for her. Uncle Nels acts aimost as though he's hypnotized, for he nods again and his hand was just appearing with the check in it when I slid out of our booth and around in_ front of the pair. Business of great astonish- ment on the part of Uncle Nels. “Hey!" says he. “You here, Trilby in the company of friends she made ‘All the time,” says I. “And your favorite nlece, too. Come, Ines: pry yourself out and join the party. As for the fake princess, she looks much annoyed. “Say. what's the : idea? she demands. *“We're talking business her: z 1 know,” says I. “I've been listening in. Cute little proposition you've got, too. But say, I just want Uncle Nels to take a close look at a sample of what he's buying before the deal is closed. Show him, Inez.” * ok k% . AND Inex holds out a fair hand wi*h | | this cold cud resting in th® palm tooth marks and all. Uncle Nels ; stares at it, pokes it around with one finger, and then takes a sniff. F “Only tar,” says he. "Same as the lump in the bag.” &ays L “I can show you where I pried| : this piece off with a fork. See?" He has fairly good eyesight, Uncle Nels. He saw the fork marks, and| he smelled of the chunk in the bag.| " Then the hand with the check went back into his inside pocket. : b hi says I, grinning &t the'| * princess. “Foiled again!” 2 Perhaps 1 shouldn’t have dome that. She wasn't a good loser, this lady with the slanting eyebro Ang for | & member of the Chinese roval family | she surely could swear fiueatly injg Manhattanese with quite a marked Irjsh brogue. Also she was inolined tp make messy motions. The ?‘mesn unter But I boss camie from behind the n|® and’“lodked threatening, teo. ys 1. e o 8 «C¥afonetti, and those persons try to you leave to use ‘em as rough as you choose. Are you ready? Then here| MRS. JEAN MARGARET DAVENPORT LANDER IN CHARACTER. when she first came here to live in | fought three miles this side of Chan- n,:e early 70s, wsne a; the same time .| she never ceased to be attractive to s about as frall looking, YOuMhe young. The halo of her years of know, as a super-dreadnaughti and| crjumpha on the stage, where her when she sets her jaw that way and | notaple talent gave her first place, plants her feet wide she docs aPPear|seemed a fitting accompaniment to more or less hostile. nyway, ey % didn't seem nnxlous to mix in. Also!ler Many graces of manner and per: how should they know that I didn’t have a detective at the foot of the stalrs? Perhaps that seemed the most | 3~ conspicnous place in soclety for lady with the black bag. Almost be-| years and in her prime was a delight- | Stevens_and Lander their report fore I had started for the stairs she | fy] hostess. She was among the early | on the Northern Pacific survey gave was scuttling through a door at the|members of the Literary Society of! it as their opinion that it would be rear and the wooden-faced China-|this city. She liked books on history, | feasible to build a riilroad. {man was shuffiing after her. For a| biography and dragmatic criticism GG | speedy exit it was quite a success.!She spoke and read French with grea * |‘-r|:; ;m; thing we know they'd both”) t:;‘c(llly ';‘n;i hn;«l = redld(nx ucqux.:n the spring of 1854, Frederick Lan- {taded. .. [ahce with Spanish and German. These G oime, Uncle Nels,” says I, 1t ish't | Meatal enssgements meant much. to der, with the aid of his brother, too late for you to show us that new | her, but they did not prevent her toy steamer, is 1t?” taking an active part In public and And it isn't until we're well on|private charities and other forms of qur way uptown in a taxi he ins! good works. on hailing that Uncle Nels makes “She was as fond of roses as George great eonfession. nd she had s he, taking d I'm the Confederates called it the battle of Ox Hill. The Thrift farm lay be- the Warrenton pike, about four miles west of Fairfax Court House. n Fort Massachusetts at Brightwood | son. was enlarged it was renamed Fort |~ “After leaving the stage she rarely referred to her career there. She had killed near Ox Hill, and who had been b supreme .court of the territory of ‘Washington, outfitted and led a party to map a route for a rallway from Puget sound to the Mississippl river by way of the Columbia and Snake rivers. From 1854 to 1858 Bancroft, the historian, imost many in her ros k of her cottage home as he had in his more famous H street grounds. She loved her old house that has been standing for over half a century, and its old-time furnishings and histori- cal mementos.” ‘Then there followed a blographical sketch prepared from matter that had already been published. X the close of the biographical sketch was this paragraph, evidently obtained from one of the lady’s friends in this city, and which will make clear some of the matter which you may read further along In this narrative: “Many years ago she adopted two English boys, whose names were changed to Lander. One of these died after reaching manhood. The other, Charles Frederick Lander, is at school in England and it has been the cus- tom of Mrs. Lander to go abroad each year that she might be with this adopted son during his vacation.” * x kX h RS. LANDER'S maiden name was Jean Margaret Davenport. She wae a daughter of Thomas Donald Davenport, a lawyer who was also a theatrical manageér and conducted a theater in Richmond, England. Jean was born at Wolverhampton May 8, 1820. She went on the stage whe: she was seven years old, and as a brilliant child actress toured England “Trilby May—Ines, garden ch one of us by the han an old fool. ‘Well, I wouldn't go as far as that, says L. “You're no Solomon. maybs, but I've seen worse. Besides, you were up against a smooth perforier." “You—you save me from losing lot of money,” Ne Insists. 'Oh, I expect you'd d6 as much for " says I, careless. * x x % shakes his head and goes on: “It's what I get for being selfish and living alone like I do. I get lonesome and I talk to strangers. Aliways they try to get my money away. I have big place where I live— elght, nine rooms. It's nice place, too. Why you and Ines don’t come with me? Hey? He says it pleading and plaintive. “For one thing,” says I, “we haven't been invited before. An t all rests with Ines. She’'s your blood you know. Bo it's up to her ay. You will, eh?” urges Uncle Nels n't jumping at the offer. Other things than uncles count in her young life and she wants to know about ‘em. ‘Could I go by movies?" she de- d n | ‘Sure!” says Uncle Nels. “Maybe 1 _get to like 'em myself. Theater plays, to& and Coney Island. We all have good times and I don't get lone- some Any mor Imost any girl but Ines would have been e‘lppln her hands and beaming by then. Not Ines, though. She seldom beams. But as we drew up under the entrance light I saw a satisfled flicker in her bl “All right, we com 89y “Maybe tomorrow. But I don't see boats tonight. I'm sleepy. And that was all the enthusiasm Ines let loose when this long hunt of ours for her rich uncle ended so happy. She yawned. As for me, I Was never more wide awake. I felt as_though J‘fi been shut in a room for a long time struggling with a locked door, that wouldn’t open, and that suddenly it had swung wide. was free to. ’un out into a broad, t. wanted to cheer and I had no notion settling down with Inex and Uncle Nels and going to the movies for the any program. ow had x...’l:.fl Ines where she belonged | was the original Adrienne Lacou- I *;.w 1 l:.vn f‘r« to make one. vr:&r.fi'&’ mn lluh-‘goilkl::r -b . .o. ou sleepy, too, ent is mi n P i t \ Rambier the overland wagon road from th had many encounters with Indians, railroad from the Mississippl to the Pacific by the Salt Lake rqute and was prominent in San Francisco in 1859 and 1860. In the latter year he nd Jean Davenport were married. BUT he ‘The Rambler can only account for was playing there, and she and her company had no doubt made the trip by one of the two old water and land routes, the Aspinwall-Panam route. On the breaking out of the civil war Lander volunteéred came east in the early sprin and was made an alde to McClellan, serving through the West Virginia campaign a&nd taking part in the fighting at Philippi and Rich Moun- tain. commissioned bri dier géneral d the command o scction of the upper Potomae was as. signed to him. It was about the time of the battle of Ball's Bluff on the Potomac, three miles from Leesbu that Lander was wounded at Edwards Ferry. Not waiting for the wound to heal heé resumed was active In his efforts to keep the Baltimore and Ohio railroad open for the movement of troops and '“"Hfi“ He was in the engagements at n- cock and Romney and died suddenly ;)g‘gonlllthll of the brain March 3, Down at the old City Hall you may see the will of Jean Margarst Dav: port Lander, dated February 6, 19 and probated August 14 of the same year. The executors were Charles J. Bell, James R. Garfleld and Henry K. Willard of the District and James Schouler of Boston. Witnesses to the will were B. F. Leighton, Hen: Tulloch, E. Clair Messer and C. ton James. she directs that there De erected at her grave a block of uncut gran| with three smoothed places for i scriptions, the first place to contain the name of her father, Thomas Don- ald Davenport, and the date.of his e :h: -m:h‘ Sophia Donald name of her mother, Sophia Donal Dayvenport, %nd the date of her death, and e third to contain my nam age and date of deéath, to exceed $1,500 “at most.” the bler, working t: ten_that she appeared with in New York and played eastern and southern cities Very likely she came to Washington, but the: Rambler has no record of it. a child she was taken from the United States to the West Indies, after which she was taken on tour through France and Italy. She appeared as an adult actress in London in 1844 and was a popular player with th English_people. - She came to the United States at the head of a com- pany playing what might aptly be called “classic” roles in 1849, and no doubt she played in Washington. She and Frederick W. Lander were mi: in-San Francisco in 1860. He died in 1883 and until the close of the civil war his widow was an Army nurse. At the close of the war she returned to the stage and from 1865 till her re- tirement traveled with her company and played many roles. Her 1ast appearance on the stage was at Boston as Hester Prynfie in ‘““The_Scarlet Letter,” and the Ram bler believes the date was 1869. Yei ly set wi could ses the s:rk boulder at the grave of ‘Matgaret Davenport Lander. guilty that he did not cross over t that grave a was sultry, an cal it ‘was past time to 't back city. " i et Bont atese a% | sap L 8 iyt resd that two or thres Ravie 88 & kid starting{actresses have claimed that honor. for the circus, Ines,” says I “But|She had seen Ristori pl Quee! don't let me keep you up. I'vé got to| Elisabsth and she essayed t part get_off a letter to Barry Platt. and at the time of her death Ains. “what you tell him?* demands Ines. | worth R. Spofford was r&uoudu ur 8 nice boy,” says L “but bered her well in ncess connoisseur he's her af of cheese.” 'oti==you no -like Barry?™ asks befors : TWake ven up and says 1, it know? No, I thought not, Thi z:gnu we just let it ride” Lo o a the ! 1 tilly, near a place called Ox Hill, and | Brown, G tween the” Little river turnpike Anfl! Stevens in memory of Gen. Stevens, |Detween the old and new index s chief engineer and superintendent of | e mississippi to the Pacific northwest, | thair ‘wands Gut of this early and did much to aid emigration. He |y became a conspicuous advocate of 2 |witches use | the actress being in San Francisco at | fie that time on the assumption that she | ifine, rout and the Ban Juan del Bur-Greytown |iusel as an eficient) an of 1861 | anoy, or is command and | V. Zitn. | 1n In one part of the will|of polsoning from them are very rare ite | ©XCept in the case of polson ivy, some- contain the |through the pores and causes sfuch e, | especially susceptible to the effects of the cost Eot poison ivy and many distressing in- S Y | stances of poisoning by this plant wood it the | have been recorded. But In a great He felt er, but the . tatigue. fret If one section of her will Mrs. Lan- | the tmy. der dirdcts that as soon after her - |OF ACTRESS, MRS. JEAN DAVENPORT LANDER | Bretherick, No. 60, 15th avenue, New ortley, s, England, to be ap- plied in her discretion to the imme- diate uses of Frederick Lander Young, and “I also direct them to send a check for a llke amount to Charles Lander Young, this last remittance to sent in care of Messrs. & Brothers and Company, London, Eng- land, id Frederick Lander Young In another section she directs her executors to select out of her per- sonal estate at their discretiop bonds, stocks and other investmen of the par value of $45,000, “whi they shall hold in trust for the sole use and benefit of my adopted son. Frederick Charles Lander,” and “I authorize and empower said executors to keep sald fund invested In good interest or dividend-bearing securi- ties, in thelr discretion, having al- ways in view the perfect safety of the principal of said fund; giving them full authority to change the securities in which said fund is in- vested from time to time. This trust is to continue until said Frederick Charles Lander shall arrive at the age of thirty years, when all bonds, stocks and securities of every kind and any accumulation from the in- come thereof shall be delivered and turned over to said Frederick Charles Lander.” If he should die before the age of thirty and leave wife, child or children the trust fund should be turned over to them: if he should die before the age of thirty without marrying and should leave a will the trust fund should pass according to the terms of his will. But should her adopted son die unmarried and intes- tate, she provides for distribution of the fund, in specified shares, among her cousins, Charles Lander Young, Mrs. Cicely Bretherick, Margaret Donald Ewing Mackay of Dallas and her children, and between cousins Frederick C. Waldron, Mrs. Jenny Norman, James A. Waldron, William ‘Waldron and Gustave Waldron. * *x * ¥ SHE directs that her real estate be kept in repair and turned over to her adopted son, when he should reach the age of twenty-five. She remembers Annie Flawn in her will, saying: “In case my friend Annle Flawn shall survive me, I direct that she shall be put in charge and oc cupation of the house and premises where 1 reside, No. 45 B street south- east, and that she be permitted to occupy the same without rent until the same is conveyed unto Frederick Cherles Lander, and I direct that she shall have exclusive control ove: premises No. 207 1st street southeast.’ She directs that Annie Flawn be paid $50 a month and $3,000 face value of Albany and Susquehannah railroad consolidated mortgage 6s, and “I be- queath to Annie Flawn the sum of $100 for each year or part of year that we remain together from July 1, 1902, She leaves $1,200 to Mrs. Bretherick for the maintenance of her cousin. Frederick Lander Young: e trust fund of $13.000 for Charles Lander Young; $1.000 to her cousin, Mary Donald Ewing Mackay of Dalias and “to George Becks, actor, if living. or his executors or administrators, $500." She ‘leaves “to my valued friend, Miss Mary McMaken of Wash- ington, $500." To the Actors’ Fund she to Garfield Me- “provided - paying foregoing™ and all the rest of her estate she leaves to the News- boys and Children's Aid Society. “having its habit tion on C street ear 3d"; the Colored Orphans’ Home. ‘situated at 2458 &th street north- Home for Chil- dren at Anaeostia “in charge of the , Rev. and Mrs. Davenport, absolutely share and share clike.” The remains of this fine actress were lald away with simple cere- mony as shé directed. The funera! was - from “8t. Mark’s Episcopal Church, corner of 3 and A streets southeast, the Rev. W. L. Defries reading the service for the dead. The pall bearers were Ainsworth R. Spof- ford, Dr. ¥. .M. Gallaudet, Dr. 8. M Burnett, L Edwards Clark, J. Stanley George Becks. Dr. Theodore ill and James R. Garficld. The Rambler has a photographic negative of Mra. Lander, but his col- lection of historic negatives, now numbering over ten thousand, is be- ing re-indexed an@l in the transition tems that megative could not be the associate of Whitney and Lander. | found in time for this narrative. Witch Hazel and Witches. HE witching power of the witcl hazel has received a scientific jolt the great mass of Americans. but Edward Lander, then chief justice of | EP8lish and other peoples will never hear of it, or listen to it, and even though “they™should read about it. they will keep om believing just the same In the witchery of witch hasbl. Ol beliefs will stand up under any Lander was | umber of scientific joits. ‘The hasel was bewitched, hence its Witches have always made, oom - ing yellow-flowered shrub. Whether has magical qualities because it, or whether witches use it because it has magical quali- ties, cannot be determined. But if a man needs a divining rod in order to find hidden water or buried treasure, he must cut that divining rod from & witch hazel bus] Men's faith in gob- hobgoblins, s wraiths, elves, . sprites, brownies, har- pies, nymphs and ‘muses is no firmer glg):nded.;;lln it is él'l“ witch hazel neral among European nts uufi»uer in the power of the witch ivining rod for find- ing water, or pointing out where water be found if you but dig deep gh to find it, that the French Academy of Bclences determined to make an investigation of the witchi- ness of the.hasel divining rod, and it has made a report on it. It has re- ported in very fine French, in French that is negrly as good as most Ameri- cans speak, that the witching influ- ence witch hagzel has been over- estimated. The fine French of the French Academy of Sclences might be rendered in English as “Nothin’ to it.” “Nothin' doin' in the witchcraft This need not disturd our faith at all, at all! We all know that when & man means to dig a well to keep from hauling watér ffom a epring that is 400 yards from the house he *|7hould cut a forked branch I-horh. 1 Wich be \rawn ‘o the well. Poison Ivy. Poison plants are fairly numersus the Washington region, but éases times called poison oak, which con- tains a toxic ofl that, coming In ¢on- tact with the skin, seems to sink distress. ‘Some persons ADDeAr to Bé & brief period of inconvenience to the victim. Poison ivy is the common- o had e commonent hrougn n Al nes! = out the United States. The leaf is com| of three leaflets, you should com| you would probabi: fot the other. clusters of p&lfl,b&flu the iandscape. poison I never polson ivy Quite s