Evening Star Newspaper, November 6, 1921, Page 71

THE 0., NOVEMBER 6, 1921—PART ‘4. SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. BARRY FOLLOWS A HUNCH And 1 haven't any sister, you know." “No,” says I “And you've asso- clated a lot with me. Still, if you're thinking of re-writing ‘The Flapper,’ I might change. I suppose I could be shy and modest and droopy-eyed, but it would be an awful struggle. You might have the prince fascinated by my simple, Innocent ways instead j of the brisk kidding I give him now; jand in place of throwing the net over him I might faint or something E WERE not looking fo adventure, nor were we even out for a mild spree. Chiefly, I think, Barry Platt wanted to show me how clever he was getting to be as a driver by + taking me through the Sunday after- noon traffic in'his new voadster. Oh, . yes, he's begun blowing his royalties into things like that. Not that it when. really cost as much as he hopes people | _ “Ah, chuck the epoofiing!” says might think, for as a matter of fact It | BITY, I you donit think T'm serl- Was something of a battered wreck| “How delightfully iike a man! says ‘when_ he picked it up at a bargain. ;- “He asks your opinion and if it You see, this Bear Cat Six, as he|ROGAt 2€%ce Fith e own he gets <calls, it. was especially built for Lida | z:lb:‘;xplmlxl. i n‘a:txe.il;n")zn take it ou’ab‘y St. Louls, the movie star. That's |3 gas pedal. ‘why Its so long and rakish, with See! You're doing better than 35| ,bumpers front and back, and the odd- ‘shaped fenders and all the spare tires Jutting out behind tried to ‘butt a trolley car off the track, and then she had a row with her producers and organized her own company, and between repair bills and studio expenses she was glad to sell off such trinket and pearl ropes. me how much he gave for the road- ster as it stood, nor what he put into JJnew mud guards and nickled disk wheels, but he wags his head know- ing and says he rather thinks he got his money’s worth. Anyway, s been warned twice for d!sr»snrdh;x X3 traffic rules, and he expects to summoned any day for speeding. Tt's a sporty looking bus, lsn't 162" he asked as I came down where ha was sitting proudly behind the Wheel “Absolutely,” says I. “What makes cough so, though?” “Oh, 1 haven't got the motor qui tuned up vet.” says Earry. “Som *hing about the carburetor. te o- *But her she’s well warmed up she runs Climb in. e not o3 And say, Trilby , expecting you back the expecting?’ at 9:30, awake .the movies? Why? getting back, are you Ok K PARRY almost resents that. No, he had faith in the Bear Cat. But and Inez can seldom keep oubtful about ihe was planning to take a 40-mile, some. drive for dinner at some place up in Connecticut that he'd heard of; 044, out-of-the-way joint back In the hills. Besldes, he wanted to have a long talk with me. \ “About those newspaper roasts?” I asked. ‘That was it. You see. he' amazingly sensitive chap. for an ex- reporter and a coming dramatist. And It seems this newspaper discus- sion as to the ethicsiof his play had gotten under his skin. Some woman had started it. She had written in protesting that the girl in “The Prince and the Flapper” was a vulgar libel on our young womanhood. Shs ought to know, she said. because she was principal of a girls' school and knew a great many of the dear, sweet young things: knew|y them most intimately, too. And none of her charges, she was sure, were such shameless voung hoydens as the one portrayed in Mr. Platt’s play by the 'Miss Dodge who took the part. She had signed herself, “Yours In dis; .gust, Lorina K. Judd. Well, Barry had tried to be a bit funny In his reply. which had stir- red up a lot of other females who ‘write letters to the newspapers. Most of 'em said they hadn't seen the play agd din't intend to, but they thought! it ought to be stopped because of the evil influence it might have on th wvoung girls who were taken to it by careless brothers or Injudicious par- ents. Of course. sorhe correspondents had spoken a good word for the piece. but indignant mothers and shocked wld maids seemed ta be in the ma- jority. And when Barry had asked ‘Ames Hunt. the manager, to do some- | thing about It. Ames had only isughed and sald it was the best ad- vertising he could have hoped for. “But now,” says Barry, as he heads up 5'h avenue, “thiz Judd werman is getting almost personal about it. She’s triying to organize a campalgn sgainst us. Think of that! "o-s out making speeches before church societies and women's clubs, getting them to pass resolutions and =o on condemning our Flapper as viclous and degrading. Fact! There was front page news item from Wate bury in the morning paper. What should I—' “You ought to watch those signal tower signals closer, for one thing. Barry boy.” says I. “That traffic cop is glaring at you now for not slow- ing up soon enough. As for Lorina Judd, I agree with Ames Hunt. She ought to be on the pay roll. .power to her jaw. * %k ok * BABBY shakes his head, though. Somewhere concealed zbout him he has an active up-state conscience. “What if she's right?” he asks. “I'm no expert on young girls, you know. Perhaps I did spread it on a bit thick when I gave my Flapper all those fresh lines and made her make such But first Lida as motor cars Barry hasn't told later than 10 unless she’s at an of an hour we were boarding More ; = ¥ o) { | | i | MARRIED.” | inow, and I think we just passed a motor cop.” Barry_slows down and cools off| the tiff failed to develop, for Barry jchanged the subject, and in the course well out on the Boston Post road bowling through such cute suburbs as.Pelham, Har- { DONALD SHRUGGED HIS WIDE SHOULDERS. “PERHAPS” ! TO FINISH MY COURSE AND GET A JOB AND DO A LOT OF THINGS BE We didn’t iget pinched, andj h bus.’ “Anyway,” says Barry, “I'm show- ing_you Connecticut” “I love touring,” say ham sandwiaoh. “At the end of the rainbow.” si Barry, “maybe there's a pot of beans.’ you see we were cheerful about | s 1, “but oh you ave failed as a Christopher Colum-'low. rison and Rye. Half an hour later Barry announces that we are in Con- necticut. “At Darien we branch off,” says he. ““We leave the asphalt there, but we ‘:t out of this confounded procession of car: So we did, too, and a little after sunset we began climbing some of those perfectly ocorking green: hills, with little white house nestled on the sldes and real farms about them. Now and then we'd come to cross roads and four corners, but after a glance at the signs Barry would make a prompt turn and boom right along. . “How clever of you, EBarry,” says o know just what road to take.” “It's a gift,” says he. Half an hour later, when it seemed as if we had gone deep into the ple belt, 1 asked how much farther this wonderful dinner place was, but arry seemed a bit vague about it. 1 have the directions all right,” he assured_me. “We'lh get there some time. Hungry, are you?” “Oh, not absolutely starving.” says| 1, “but I could do with a little nour- ishment before long. Let's see, you mentioned broiled chicken, didn't yo “The best you ever tasted” says| he. “And fried sweet potatoes, an hot mince pie, and coffee that s “Quit it, says I breaking my heart. 1f that dash-| alock of yours Is right it must be | Here's another fork, ‘Which do “Eh staring ahead we take?” says Barry, along «the path_of his searchlights. “Shouldn‘t be a fork here. They told me it was & straight road after that last turn, and that I couldn’t miss it. Must be the left one.” ‘Anyway, that was the one he took. But for fear he might have been wrong he swung into the next right nd before we'd gone @ mile we found | ourselves on & narrow, bumpy road that seemed to wind aimlessly through the woods, with no houses in sight. “Do you think this leads anywhere in particular, Barry?’ I asked. “Most_roads do.” says he, hope this one leads to a chicken L n din it. And finally the little road, ran into & nice wide highway which Barry took promptly. and soon after we saw a large building all lighted up. ‘What, ho! that's Port looking for. leaving:" With that he swung in between the big stone gates, pulled up under the says Barry. “T'll bet Manna, the place we're See, there's a car just and blew the horn noisily. prim middle-aged female who came out to peer at us through her glasses denied crisply that this was a hotel of any sort, although Barry insisted that it must be so. 'You are quite mistaken,” says she, his is a young ladie: boarding hool, and we are having our Sun- day evening quict hour. ‘Gosh!" savs Barry, throwing in his gear. Then, after we were safely out on the road again, he added: suppose if she’d known who I was she'd have set the dogs on me. Maybe the folks in that car ahead made the same mistake. golng somewhere, possibly where {there's food. I'm going to follow | em, {says L jus into the woods again. I've seen “Youre | enough trees to last me a lfetime. It wasn't so eas: at a turn in the road, but I caught wheels. Then, after a noble spurt, we almost caught up with it. a tew more links of speed and dashed ahead. fairly even race, although I didn’t enjoy it as much as I might. “He's trylng to give me the slip, him.’ “Don’t tell me we're lost,” says I | Anyway, they must be! ‘A slim hunch is better than none.” ! it was all’gdjdn’ a glimpse of it going down a grade, {of him. and Barry made the corner on iwo;than he is.” Donald_crawled out from | As_our | behind the wheel I could see that she headlights streamed through his back | was righ window the unknown driver let out | taller tham Bacry: snd oo Tas orad | the poor fish!” says Barry. “I'll Show |see if I can't get us out. Don’t overdo it on my account,|s i i | | ¢ { | | | By Sewell Ford SAYS HE. “BUT LISTEN, BETTY, PVE GOT | has the honor of knowing are broke. FORE I CAN THINK OF GETTING says Barry. “Sorry If ‘'we seem to intrude, but we're nearly arved‘l * K ok X WB could hear a whispered discus- slon in the other car, the girl urging her companion to do some- monosyllables. Finally i stepped out, and as she came inte the path of the searchlights we saw that she was a cute, sippy young thin with full, pouting 1i] plucked eye: brows and rouged cheek ' a private house,” Si &u o you'd best go along.” your house?” asks Barry. says she, “it—it's Donal belongs to his father.” says Barry. “Then suppose I talk to Donald. Who {s Donald, by |the way?” “He—he's my brother,” gin. "What a whopper!” I breaks In. “Shocking!” says Barry. ust for that, miss, we demand (o be fed.' “You—you've got your nerve with you, haven't you?" says she. “When I'm hungry,” says Barry, “I'm a desperate person. Come, now! Almost anything in the shape of food will do. Remember, I know the way back to your boarding school” “Clever man!” 1 whispered, nudg- ing him. But we were only beginning to get acquainted with Miss Pouty Lip What she Indulged in next was a regular tantrum. She stamped her feet, her eyes gave off sparks, and says the “But I hope they don't lead'her tongue lashed out free and reck- jless. Barry’s bluffing threat had i started something. She told us a lot, ; mainly she dwelt on the fact that we were mean old things, and that she care a darn what we did. So there! And wher e finished in a sobbing ‘fit she #=3ed back to the Once he almost missed it completely ‘car calling to Donald. ‘“Chase ‘em off, Don,” she demanded 'Come on, you're bigger And i and he had wide. capable shoulders. Rather a But Barry had the Bear Cat;lookin 3 well warmed up now and made It & |now |.§ ’.’::."fi?;’ufl“'h‘ only;.Jus o Shush up, Betty,” he advised her. "No, don’t paw me. We're In this mess now, and the next thing is to He went at it man fashion, I must ay. He marched right up to the roadster and looked us over. “Do you mind telling me just who you ,nraé';‘ he asked. - “Charmed.” says Barry. *“My name |1s Platt, and this is Miss Dyods'e— | Trilby May Dodge. i “Oh!" says he. “Then you're—er— {there’s an potress by that name, fan't er | iThank . you so mucht Barry. this is fame” says I. stuck to the point. “How far back did_vou pick us up?” he asked. ‘'When you left the boarding school.” says Barry. “Then it's all off,” says Donald. “I say, Betty, we've got to ask them to have supper with us if they insist.’ ‘“We certainly do,” says I. says Betty. “What do ‘em’ come." “Oh, well! T care? Let " It wasn’t quite the warm welcome that a well tipped head ‘waiter would extend, but it was enofigh. We got out and followed the young coupl up on the veranda of the dark hous and .walted until Donald had dug up 8 key from somewhere, opened the door, and lighted a couple of lamps. We found ourselves in a long, low- cellinged living room that was a dream. It was all furnished {n old| mahogany, with rag rugs on the floor, quaint paper on the walls and a fine id for this disguised prince. in‘:‘;o: do make her & D minx, Trilby May." - o "“I'm afratd I do” sayr L “Some- how I'd gathered that that was the 1den” e v o) says Barry. “Don't get ..m. You're all right, of course. Sut, hang it all, I'm not crazy over helng held up as a libeler of Amer- can girihood. She's trying to make he out a cynical, mercenary wretch, “his Miss Judd Is; says I've evidently sound my type of flapper among the hop girls op chorus girls of my ac- . uaintance. amé that It's a pity I en't a preperly brought-up 18- old Eis rr-—ons v had the —atage, 1 suppose, of attending says he, “T1l keep it & P 1 secret.” AHEB that we kept on plunging through the woods, up hill and down, across rickety little bridges, | into ruts and out of them. About all we could see were the trees and the stars glittering through the bragches. The night alr was getting nippler every moment and Barry made me put en his new leather coat. “Thank says I “Tou've qualified ! | for a sir Walter Raleigh. even if vou! [} HE MARCHED RIGHT UP TO THE ROADSTER AND LOOKED US OVER. «DO YOU MIND TELLING ME JUST| WHO YOU ARE? HE ASKED. “Trust me,” says Barry. ‘I'll land you safely somewhere.” “I know,” says I. “It's a gift.” How many miles we tore along over strange roads I can’t guess, but at last the car ahead slowed up and turned Into a driveway. We could see a house, shuttered and dark, but that made no difference to Barry. He was following his hunch. Lie pulled up directly behind the other car and shut off the panting motor. For a moment or so nobody sald a word. Then a girl with bobbed hair stuck her head out and demanded peevish: “Well, what are you going to do about 1t?” “Me?" says Barry. “Why, 1 was merely going to ask you where we eat and when.” “Oh!" says the girl. “Then it isn't —er—Say, who are you, anyway?” “Two quite harmless persons,” says Barry, “only we've lost our way to dinner, and we're rather hungry. “What do you mean, then, by fol- owing us?” she asks. still peevish. “There wasu't any one else to fol- i 1 | Leegry | Jaz3 tunes which she kept constantl old-fashioned fireplace at one end. Evidently this was a summes cottage | that had been partly closed for the season, but was still in shape to be used for occasional week end parties. “Suppose you touch off the fire, Mr. Platt.” says Donald, “while T rustl g«er'o‘l;gt:ut;u pantry for eatables. 5 ou an; bt LK y good at setting “Oh, bother!" says Betty, “I was just going to try some of these jasz records on the phonograph.’ “Then let me set the table, 'm a professional at that.” * k% % Az.so I helped with the welsh rare- ' bit and the coffee, and Inside of | half an hour we were ranged around a drop-leaf table in front of a cheer- ! ful fire, with quits a satlsfactory meal ' before us. It wasn't exactly a merry| party, or a chatty one, however. Don- | ald was glum and sulky, and Betty's| entire contribution to the. affair was! to hum the words of some of the: 0 | ly going on the music machine. As fo! ! Barry and I, we were too busy to talk much, and I know I was watch- ing these two youngsters rather curi- ous. Donald I guessed to be either, 18 or 19, and Betty a year or so! younger. You didn’t need to be much of a guesser to be fairly sure that they were not brotner and sister. It ‘was plain that Betty had never been | in the house before. So when we! had quite finished the- rarebit and Betty had demanded a.cigarette Donald T was almost relieved to h him ask of Barry what we intended to do next. “Us?’ says Barry. “Oh, we're goin, to try to find our way back to town.’ “Then—then, yoirre not going to ““E‘)f‘ih"' -Yllddf;‘:gs Donald. e says L wink at mu “Oh, Lorina? No, don’t see how we can after havi been bribed into sllence. Trilby May?" “Hardly,” says 1. “But I'm going to | mething. When we. start,; you'd bet go along, too, ' and take Miss Betty back to her hae Donald. § course,” agrees Donal “Why, Don!” protests Betty. ‘“You'll do nothing of the kind. I'll never go back to that pokey old schoo’ weveri says I l )\ I ng | Could we, | 3 4 thing, and & male volce answering in | the girl| Donald seemed a bit fussed, but he. { ride. {slip back through the laundry, {a bit nutty about you | shoes; but honest, Betty, I don’t see | something craay tonight. jou r 1 nurse along. Then, with & THE RAMBLER FOLLOWS AN OLD ROAD THROUGH PRINCE GEORGES COUNTY, MD. OR reasons which will not be set down here because it is assumed they would not Ia- ! terest you, the Rambler did not go into the Chantilly country of iVirginia last Sunday, but trotted .along a sandy road in Maryland. | Even though he finds it delightful, yhe cannot spend all his time among the descendants of Pocahontas, the {first families of Jamestown and Gov. | Spotswood’s Knights of the Golden | Horseshoe, Now and then he must visit that region near Washington, !where s0 many of the inhablitants H descended from the English are . cavallers who came over the bound- .ing main with Gov. Leonard Calvert, brother of Lord Baltimore, 287 years ago. Just as New England is pretty well settled up with descendants of : Priscilla, Miles Standish and several of their joyful, but somewhat zealous .friends, 8o Maryland is thickly peo- pled by descendants of cavaliers who +had the pleasure of escorting Lord brother to the land of promis: alier 18 a word that is fuller of ing than you think. Of course, jeven my readers know that cavalier 118 the French for horseback rider, but it meant more than that. Com- . mon men can ride horseback quite fas well a8 aristocrats can ride, and icommon men can<own horses that are faster than horses owned by arli tocrats. The Rambleg mentions arfs- | tocrats because all 'these’ poor fish :clalm to be descended from cavallers, or something like that, but it is not Just claim. Here and there one finds | an aristocrat who has money, though ' of course, he never has as much as he is supposed to have, but now and then one finds an aristocrat who seems | B to be quite well off, and can afford to have a box of cigars on the side- board and something else in the cel- lar. This 1s never so with the de- endants of cavallers. All the de- t scendants of cavaliers the Rambler iA few of them may be found passin |the ‘beans ana coffes in ous most | popular lunchrooms, but this s & | most unusual sight because as a | rule, descendants of cavaliers will D Rainble, Through borhood — A - Discourse on Cavaliers and Others Who Came to Maryland Many Years Ago—Descendants of Stop at "Rest Haven' mendale. ELAYS His Chantilly Battlefield Article to | a Long-Settled Neigh-' the First Settlers—A | | "—Vansville and Am- |bhas also climbed the find the road wide framed in colored borders, Sweet gum and sour gum are dressed in scarlet leaves, and green alder and many shades of yel- Jow line the way. Once in a whils you pass a clearing set with brown ranks of corn shocks. On a hilitor ahead of you a white house peeps out from a bower of greenery. From the form of the trees you know that somc are cedars, and you guess that the others are holly and spruce. At the top of the hill you turn in through a green grove, where big- leaved Irish ivy makes a mat at the base of a tall black spruce and then climbs the trunk. A Virginia creeper spruce ‘waves 1ts crimson leaflets at you. Gk a summer house, which stands on . knoll above the road and looks dow> upon the anclent highway and oG jjacross many miles of as fair countr. as there is in America or eclsewhere, you read a sign. “Rest Ha " That is the name of the home seat. It is ;| now the home of Caarles E. Morton i|who came to Washington in 188% went to work in the governmen! printing office and s there today. Charley and his pleasant wife live in the big and fine old place and look down upon the valley of the Eastern branch and the big ridges which close it in on the east and west. From a cluster of venerable cedars where ilonce a hammock swung and where a fine old man dozed and read on summer days you can, on a clear day pick out against the sky about 200 feet of the Washington Monument. Mr. Morton bought this place from the widow of Vincent Hall. Befor that it had been the home .of Gen Jacob Ammen, and before that th home of a Dr. Belt, whose Christia name the Rambler has not yet learn ed. About a mile north and west one can see a fine old house that was th home of Admiral Daniel Ammen. brother of Gen. Jacob Ammen. The admiral bought the property in 1870 and called it Ammendale, and that is its name today. * Kk X % AT the top of the hill on which the Gen. Ammen-Charles Morton house stands there is a road fork. The left leads on to Baltimore and it Is the “old way,” the original never work. They do not want to tar- nish their escutcheon with sweat, * ok ok ok CAVAL!ER, however, meant & good deal more than a mere horse- back rider. In most cases a cavaller Was a perfeot gentleman who inherit- Ied & soft snap from somebody else iwhn inherited the soft snap from : somebody else who inherifed the soft snap from somebody cqluet who stole it or got it by licking the royal boots of a royal monarch or by licking the ‘boots of some other licker who had licked the king’s boots. The cavalier always wore fanoy millinery. He wore plumes in his hat and his hat Wwas a chapeaw Piscataway, Mattawoman and Nanjemoy Indians . wore feathers In their hair, but not plumes. They wore the king feathers and tail feathers of bald eagles and turkey buzzards, but never glorious plumes plucked from the tail of an {ostrich or a peacock. A cavaller always wore his halr long {and arranged in curls and generally had wavy ringlets about his refined | {brow. He often had grease on his (hair and sometimes It was rancid. i though he sought to overcome this | defect with the aid of perfumes. Per- fumes have sometimes been used as a substitute for soap and water. The cavalier was much given to the use of laces and ribbons in making up his tollet, and was very popular with the ladies. He ocultivated the art of paying the girls compliments and would tell them that they had the eyes of a fawn, the neck of a swan, teeth of pearl, lips of.ruby and ears like a sea shell. He laid the-flattery on with a trowel and the dames stood for it. They stand for it stfll. Tell |2 woman that she i beautiful, that ‘her hat is bewitching and that she is unlike any woman you ever knew, and she will invite you to tea if she | doesn’t actually try to break up your happy home. ‘When a cavaller knew how to write he spent some of time writing poetry—*"inditing verses,” as the sa ing was—and even today some men: ar rnicious habit. ! great fighters, | until those mean chaps, who were not i cavaliers, began to fight. Then the! cavallers did not do so well. In Eng- i land a bunch of rude and unpolished | fellows, with close cropped halr, fought them to a standstill and in France the wretched and mean-born bourgeols, paysans and ouvriers put ! | ‘Washington-Baltimore turnpike. The right fork leads on to Annapolis and 2 bundred other places. In the fork of the roads the site of a historic frame house, which stood there fo more than a century and was buf®e down about eighteen years 1go. Clo by and on the northerly eide of tho road to Annapolis arc three frame . Across the road from the las of these is a row of storm-broken 1o know, but there were quits a num- ber of the ‘“adventurers,” as they were catled, who were not listed as cavallers, or even as “gentlemen.” and, | of course, these people, though they | may have had a father and mother, | certainly had no grandparents and to | think of them as having had any great-grandparents would be simply absurd. Some of the influential per- sons who landed at a beautiful spot which they called St. Mary's City, after having landed on an island which we called Blakistone's, were | Leonard Calvert. the governor, and | George Calvert, his lordship's brother; Jerome Hawley, Esq., and Thomas Cornewallis, Esq., commissioners; Richard Gerard, son of Sir Thomas Gerard, knight and baronet; Edward | Wintour and Frederick Wintour, sons | of the Lady Anne Wintour; Henry Wiseman, son of Sir Thomas W man, knight; John Saunders, Edward THE OLD PIKE BETWEEN VANSVILLE AND BELTSVILLE. of —— in the —— yeere of our Sover- algne Lord, King Charles, etc, be- tweene —— of the one party, and — on the other party, Witnesseth, that the sand doth hereby covenant promise and grant, to and with the said his Executors and Assigns, to serve him from the day of the date hereof, until his first and next ar- rivall in Maryland; and after for and during the tearm of veeres! in such service and employment, as the said or his assigns shall there employ him, according to the custome of the Countrey in the like kind. In consideration whereof, the said — doth promise and grant, to and the sald —— to pa his passing and to find him with Meat, Apparell and Lodging, with othe: necessaries during the said term and at the end of said terme, to giv him one whole yeere's proyision of Corne, and fifty acres of land, ac- cust trees, and at the roots of these trees are graves. There stood in the long ago a little Episcopal church, whose name and story the Rambler could not learn in the neighborhood. This place is Vansville. The frame house that stood so long In the angl of the roads was the Vansville Ta: ern, a famous wayhouse and stage- relay on the Washington-Baltimore route years before the Stourbridge Lion, John Bull and other pioneer lo- | comotives took to the rails. In the house next to where the tav- ern stood lives John D. Hitaffer with his wife and_children. In the next live Mr. and Mrs. Delay A. Vail, th oldest inhabitants of Vansville. In the next house live an old-time col- ored family, of which Guss Gaither is_the head. The Ammen brothers, admiral and general, settled in that neighborhood in 1870. Both zre dead. The admiral died in Washington, July 11, 1895, but the date of the gencral's death is n among my notes. Howev sixteen ars older than his brother of the Nav Gen. Ammen was born in Botetourt coun! " and Admir: Daniel cou ! mate ‘and lifelong fricnd of G f this, more in another ails _are from central Ne: Cranfleld, Henry Greene, Nicholas| the grande seigneurs and the noblesse out of business. But the Rambler must come back to his mutton. How many cavaliers were In_the expedition sent out by Lord Baltimore the Rambler does not | iThat's why I eent for you—so you could take me away.” “But I told you I couldn’t,” says he. You did come, though.” says Betty, nd—and—well, here we ar But we don't have to stay, nald. | i says Do ! “Why, Donald!” says Betty. not trying to back out now, are You? Do you mean to say you don't want to—to marry me?” “Don't be silly,” says Donald.! ‘“We're not old enough, either of us. i Besides, your folks would raise an yawful row, and so-would mine. I only meant to take you out for a little joy- Be sensible, Betty. You c;fl the way you came out, and one will ever know the difference.’ Betty, though, was glaring at hi “And I thought you were a real she sneered. “You poor prun L ONALD shrugged his wide shoul- ders. “Perhaps” says he.. “But listen, Betty; I've got to-finish my course, and get & job and do a lot of things befors I even think of getting married. Be a good sport, now. You can see the way I'm fixed. I did get C( th l‘ {:ll dance, I'll admit; and as a fox-trotter y:u':e got all the rest of the bunch! 'looking like they had lead In their 11 n {how we can- . “Oh, shoot!” breaks in Betty. “Let's Inot, then. But I've simply got to do! rn_tell' mix up a shaker full of| nd let's start off and drive| sunrise. you, Do cocktalls a: around the country until Then I'll sneak back and be good. Donald shakes his head discourag- ing to this girlish little prank. “You know I'm on the rock until after the big game,” says he. “And I've got to report for practice tomorrow. Got a lot of boning up to do for ths quat terly exams, too. Ought to be at ‘it now, for if I'm dropped from another class they'll yank me off the first string squad, and T'll lose the chance to—" “For ‘the -love of beans, stow it!" ys Betty. ‘Take me back to Old Lady Judg and tell her to spank me and put me to bed, if you like. I don’t give & rap. She may can me if she wants to. I've been canned from two schools before, 8o if she sends me home this time maybe Daddy’ll get & 1ittle sense and stop trying. But the next time I stage a party for you, Old Sour Face, I'll ask you to bring your on Come. X-;g‘- lol!" e And ey went. e _all wen! Donald turned out the lights and slammed door with a bang. Betty was so bored with us that ididn’t even bid us a good-night. of course,.after we'd got straightened out for the Post Road, I couldn’t help ving Barry a gentls jab. “So_that's a sample of the great merican flapper, is 1t?” I asked. “Tm afraid it is” he admits. “And do you still feel.” I went on, “ae though you'd been libeling the glrlhood of ‘the nation?" “T feel,” sdys Barry. “as though Lorina Judd and the rest of those old 1adiés had been kidding me.” “Porhaps,” “they’ve been she And kiading ‘themselves. : . CeaTaht, 192L b5 Sewell Ford) P u're Al N- Ferfax, John Baxter, Thomas Dorrell, Capt. John Hill, John Medcalfe and Willlam Saire. ** %% HERE were also a number—per- haps a goodly number, to employ a phrase which has a high degree of popularity and currency—who were not {llustrious in the annals of Merrie England. They were not born in castles, wore neither chain nor plate armor nor slashed doublet of rare velvet. They did not have armorial bearin, They were not on the calling list of the College of Heralds and did not have their coat of arms painted on the side of their new automobile. In fact, to tell the dis- agreeable truth, they were not in society. The Rambler does not feel like jumping on them because of their neglect to have a coat of arms and a pedigree that would place them on.terms of equality with a prize-winning terrier, bull pup or rabbit hound. He rather feels that some of these poor and lowly chaps may,. have been very good and useful persons—in their station, of course— and that there i possibility, though the Rambler will not commit himself to this as a fact, that some of these poor fellows may have taken to themselves charming and graceful wives and have been blessed with bright and pretty children. But they did not have that thing which we call & “family,” and that is a defect which many, many thousands of American citizens, believing in Chris- tianity, democracy, republicanism and 1iberty, equality and fraternity as we do, can never, never forgive. Some of those who came to Mary- land in the first two ships were very poor and humble. Clayton Coleman Hall of the Maryland Historioal So- olety, In editing “Original Narrativer of Early Maryland,” wrote: “Persons who embarked for Maryland without being able to pay pa money, which at this time amounted to about six pounds sterling, entered into an agreement or indenture to work out thelr passage by service in the prov- ince. The usual term for which they became thus bound was four years These persons were known as in- dentured, or more generally as in- dented servents. At a later "('a.h they were called rademptioners.” The form for binding & servant, provided by the government of Lord Baltimore, follow: “This Indenture made the —— day This is an old-fashioned road in that horses and buggles. It may be that ¥ exist outside of the Hall of the An- cients and the National Museum, but 1 assure you that in these -MORTON HOU:! cording to the order of the countrey In witness whereof, the said hath hereunto put his hand and seale, the day and yeere above written. Seale and delivered in the presence of —. One may be permitted to express commendation of the Maryland cava- liers for their fruitfulness in the mat- | ter of descendants. The miserabic persons who were not cavallers are to be noted as having been sparing | almost scanty, in the matter of descendants. Another thought is that ' the- little ship Ark of 300 tons and the small pinnace Dove of 50 tons, seem to have been loaded down with | rich, briliiant and haughty ancestors But on the other hand it would not appear that the little craft that came to Maryland were not more deeply freighted with ancestors than the overworked Mayflower, which brought | the first consignment of piety and culture to New England. | * K K X J_AST Sunday the Rambler walked toward Baltimore and passed: through the pleasant village of Belts- ville. The Washington and Baltimore ! pike crosses the Baltimore and Ohlo railroad there, but the Washington and Baltimore boulevard parts com- pany with the old pike just before! crossing the rails, turns north and parallels the rallroad until it passes out of Prince Georges county, and then some. You may cross the rail- road tracks and follow an old road that poinis north, crosses Indian creek, passes through low land of rare' autumnal splendor and climbs a hill nearly a mile from Beltaville. it furnishes comfortable walking and does mot put one in a danger every quarter second of being flattened out by an automobile driven by a gink who spends more money on gasoline in one hour than he and his family and ancestors have spent on books and schooling !n a hundred years. On. this friendly old road you will meet ou do not believe that such things epths of Prince Georges county, twelve or thirteen miles from Washington, you will meet them on the road. very sober old road, and in this wise is most unlike the great: Hootchway or Bootleg boulevard on the other side of the railroad tracks. It is a Passing through the lowland, you York and have lived at Vansvillc since 1875. Before the civil war Amos Goodell, a New Yorker, bought the Herbert farm, close to Vansville and Beltsville. At his death he bequeathed the land to his daughters, Mary ana Martha. Mary married Smith Bur- {’nughl and Martha married Delay ail. The Vansville Tavern retired from the refreshment business more than forty-five vears ago—perhaps it was fifty. It changed its character so completely that it became a_ young ladies’ seminary, at the head of which was Miss Lilly Fitzhugh. Later it i became an ordinary but a very pleas- ant and respectable dwelling house, the home of Miss Cathcart, whom tb 1z be as having been a dy.” One of the grave- ¢ line of locust trees tells thut W. D. Waiker departed this life in 1834, and on another old stone one can make out the name “C. Walker.” Two of the old settlers Vansville of whom the Rambler h heard are Betsy Biddle and Ellas Hopkins, who, if the Rambler's notes are not playing him a trick, was mar- ried to Miss Jennie Bosworth, & min- ister's daughter. Please understand that although an- other Chantilly ramble is due you, you will be served with another Vansvill- story wherein you will be told muc about Gen. and Admiral Ammen and uurge!hin‘ about the. Vans if I find it. Light From Sugar. A PHENOMENON the cause o' which has not yet been satisfac torily explained was discussed dur ing a recent meeting of sclentists i Washington. Disks of loaf suga: were mounted on a lathe and rapidly rotated while a hammer played light- ly against them. An almost continu- ous radiation of light was thus pro- duced from the sugar. It was shown that the light did not arise from heating of the sugar, and it is be- lleved to be caused by some change taking place in the sugar crystals. The act of crysiallization is known to be sometimes accompanied by flashes of light.. The vractical bearing of these experimentis is on the question of the possibility of obtaining arti fictal light by methods as yet wn- tried. -