Evening Star Newspaper, November 13, 1921, Page 79

Inez Hangs Up a Record—By Sewell Ford THE RAMBLER MAKES ANOTHER TRIP " | ' ' TO FAMOUS CHANTILLY BATTLEFIELD | HE Stop at a Cross-roA;cls Storie—Av Littiekl Church Among the Oaks—The Primrose Path and Its Popularity Among Certain Classes —A Road Tl’u’ough the Woods—Engagements Between Confederate and Union Soldiers in NEZ had yawned three times and then she had sighed, so I knew she was about to register some- thing in the way of discontent. “Well,” says 1, it anything on “our mind, or is it too much chicken la King on the digestion? Shoot.” t Inez only blinks at me and shakes her head. from which 1 gath- «r that her thought, whatever it was, had not yet got itself pictured out on the background of her limited when the colony of Virzinia was yYounug. The anc 1t Turbervilie man- sion stood near the Little River pike, about four miles west of Ox Hill and ll’v-ll(h'l‘. Near 1 old Turbervi house W tablished a_ post office called It is fine country ~ry large neighbor- alled Chantilly. A str: r when he comes to Cha or when he leaves it Whether the Turberville tract of Chantilly extended as far east as T s time to go back to Chantilly, a reglon of traglc memorles and historic associations, where we spent a few minutes Sunday be- fore labt, and the Rambler hopes that in that brief visit you found some facts and thoughts to entertain you. At the close of the “ramble” last week it was written: “Please understand that although ancther Chantilly story vo- | | | i | | | | | cabulary. It was on the way, though, A : Ghantilly extended ax far cast as so I went ahead draping myself in | B 1s due you, you will be served with - . OF: ‘Bl 16 RADIer. Ty ot b snappy mew street costume. I'd ac- 1 another Vansville story wherein vou| | Chantilly Neighborhood. OF auilk the Rembler has no meany quired since t pay day and gave | i Jie will be told much about Gen. Ammen e he considers it likely that Ox Hill her time. And whem she did break | ] and Admiral Ammen, and something was a part of the Chantilly tract 250 ! - — vears igo. At any rate, the battie ¢ much. he asked. iato speech she didn't =: bu gonna walk again That's the leading ide s I, “East 19th street, to have tea in a studio apartment with a Blair, a towed some one Ames Hunt in the last mati male who nd has a stre ¥ through her nt hair; a bw. [ understand, with 3 that has had its hectic spots. “H says Inez “Why you ge there Chiefly because it's somewhere to #0," says 1 “Then, in a rash mo- wment, 1 promised her 1 would. Rath- . Mrs. Blair is, ©r a patron of the ar: you know: speeializes in young com- s — budding _ painte musicians aking their first ncert tours, ac- tors who have ma hit in some part, and so on. Her fad is to get ‘em to; her. S| told me there was « youmg Hungarian sculptor who was Crazy 1o meet me. Maybe. Most of 1hose birds are half-locoed anyway. | Jut itll be a chunge from tramping through the park and 1 may get Jaugh out of that bunch of freaks. v \lso this talented goulash fancier B ¥ have a zood line o <pring. You ell” * * Y idea was that a littlé chatter like this might cheer Inez up for 2 1he afternoon, but it works just oppo- site. In fact. she comes as near get- ting a sulk on as she can with that placid face of hers. i “I don't go nowhere” she com- vlaine. “Nobody wants to meet me.” And no garden handy where You n find a fuzzy worm to eat, eh?"| says I. Tough luck. Inez. But then.| Yours is a_hard lot. You have to get| . decide how you'll ! allow Annette to) drive or shop or the whole after-, noon, chango for dinner, struggle ! 1hrough five or six courses, take ! Uncle Nels to the movies and so to bed. It's an awful grind. isnt it, for «ny on h your delicate constitu- | tion?" But it's just as much u: kid Inez as givi argument. Anything sarcasm she bouncing off a “Fellers don't she insists. As usual, Inez had stated her case with bald frankness. No beating about the bush for her, but a plain, honest fessing up of facts. 1 knew just what the answer ought to be, 100, but I hated to hand her anything so raw. Still, I'd been looking for an opening like this for some time: and after all, what are friends for if you can't depend on them (o bat vou be- en the eyes now and then “Brace yourself, Inez dea “for ‘I'm going to shoot it to yough. Are you all set? Then listen the male of the species seldom stretches his neck after anything that tips the scales over eighty. un- less it's a side show freak who needs 2 speecial chair when she sits down. No._ He may measure forty inches or | (s snore around the equator himself, and | shave over two chins every morning, | and have to guess whether his shoe | Jaces are tied or not, but when he | yolls a wistful and romantic orb | you'll notice that generally as some slim Jane swishes by." Inez squirms a bit and the chair ! reaks under her, but she’s one of the Kind that not only s whole dose but laps the spoon. “You vou think I'm too fat?" she asks. ‘That's something betwee: he bathroom scale: You know" where the hand points when you step on the platform these j&vVénue once days. "And what else can you expect | Was that black when you play the dessert both ways |ried on so with and take vour exercise climbing into [, “Oh. some 'owski or other,” says I. taxi cabs v “Fresh as paint, eh”" Perhaps it took two minute: Inez nods. “He looks at you li hat to sink in. but when Inez makes |he’'d eat you up.,” says she.” “Huh! shift she's apt to do it prompt.|Nothing like that happens to me, I'm gonna walk, too,” says she.|ever.” With you, eh? “Listen to that!” says T ay, Inez, "Goodr 'says 1. he'd have to be some husky who could ¢« ter of thirty blocks bounce you around that way.” have help Tunc something to kil rimmed walking dress with the feather toque. It was a new outfit that Annette had helped her |pick out. and it seemed to show up {her transparent roseleaf complexi and the wheat-colored r better than ever. Too bad to waste all that on an antique pink red, but 1 thought it was safer than letting the other snicker over her one-syllable conver- { sation. | As “for the promised Hungarian {sculptor. he wasn't there at all—got jhis ‘dates mixed, most likely—and while nobody showed signs of go- ing crazy over me, I did swap more or less friendly chatter with two or |three near-celcbrities whose me 1 didn't get quite str. pulsive party—a Russian dan cer—insisted that I was just the person _he'd been looking for to go on ihe'd promised to do at the Ritz, and Ibefore I could stop him he'd put a | fur. nift se trying to go crazy over me, around reckless, an a hand from act the ing me which _got quite other guest “That,’ a bear hug. “I will call ‘the Dance of the North Wind and the Sapling.’ I am the North Wind. and you, Miss Dodge, are the Sapling. You are de- liclous, my deas “Well, you're some breeze, I'll say,” says I, prying myself loose and |straightening my hat. 1 think it must have been that little Incident which got Inez green in the eye again, for as we starts up the more she a eyed feller ar- for all “It's only a mat- or =0, and I don’t think Mrs. Blair will mind if I ring yeu in on the tea. I'll call her up and make sure.” * k ok X MR- BLAIR said she'd be delighted. - so half an hour later we started out, and although those pumps Inez % on weren't exactly hiking shoes, she made the trip in fairly good shape. Also Inez got away with her first sandwich fight without making any particular breaks, mainly be- cause I parked her in a corner and led up to her early in the game a parlor bolshevist who had started to give me an earful about the down- irodden. He was a wild-eyed old scout who only wanted some one to listen to him and he talked to Inez for mearly an hour without discover- ing that she hadn't said a word. Meanwhile a poet and a couple jof reenwich Village painters had askled but had failed to remarks. creature you Blair,” ext- “I know,” says Inez. “Nobody likes big girls. What's the use?” We hadn’t walked more than five blocks further before she began to complain that her feet hurt, so to soothe her I hailed a taxi. It hap- pened to be one of these near-limou- sines from a hotel stand, the kind that soak you a double rate on the clock, but, with Ines's arches sagging, 1 couldn’t wait for any bargains to come along. That's how we were riding in such state when we got held up by the cross-town traffic at 34th street. 1 expect I was just gazing moony up 5th avenue, wondering where all the people came from who. filled that endless procession of cars and taxis. when I woke up to the fact that Inez was nudging me with her elbow. ’ says 1, turning. . ice feller, hey?" she whispers. * ok %k AND 1 saw that in the open touring car on her left, which had pulled up not more than a foot away, was a | collection of foreign-looking -men who seemed to be making a sight-seeing tour. Most of them had on frock oats and shiny hats, and somehow bey wore ’em just as if they were king their first appearance in such They were all dark- she do.” ‘Oh, she's just Miss Peterson.” says 1. “and she doesn't indulge in any | form of art.” “Anyway. ahe’s simply superb,” in- sists Mrs. Blafr. And, come t@ notice her close. Tnez did look rathee classy in that black, | cogumes. s his partner in a charity turn| irecord on the music machine and was/ says ne, finishing up_with | 1 | skinned. undersized birds, with glossy | black nd smooth faces, | But the one nearest Inez was dressed | different. He was got up real sporty gray tweed suit with a soft hat { to match. He was the youngest of | the lot, too, somewhere in the twen- ties, I should say, although it's hard Anyway his bright brown s scemed to be glued on Inez. and his full red lips were half open in | a childish smile. He had even put one of his little, well gloved hands on the door of the car, as if he had half a ind to hop out He—he look at me funny. hey?’ ks Inez in my ear, and swings back { toward him. “Another ute and he'll be in your lap I. when did you throw the net over that” dunno,” says Inez. “He just come. ou think he > question!” says I. “How 1 know? Colored up like a own vase, isn't he? If it wasn't for his straight hair and his John Drew nose I should suspect he came from the South seas. But he might be any- | thing, from a Peruvian to a Hindu. ¥. You seem to have made a big hit with him, and he doesn’t mind letting know it, either.” “Ye ays Inez, still returning the stare. By this time some of the other men in the car had grown wise to this little exchange of g00-g0o looks,and they acted somewhat disturbed by it. {Oné tried to point out the windows of the Waldorf dining room to the | youngster, but he didn’t succeed in | shifting that pleased gazc: | “Just about then, though, the white light flashed on in the control tower, and the tied-up trafic dashed for- ard, three cars abreast on either side of the avenue, our driver leading {by a nose. A minute later and an- other taxl had crowded in ahead of the touring car, play between Inez and her unknown seemed to be wrecked. 1 was just curious enough, though, to twist my neck and peek through the back window, and I could see that the little sport in gray tweeds was not losing without a_struggle. | He seemed to be having a hot argu- ment with the other three, and the next thing I knew he had hopped mi AND AS SOON AS I GOT MY BREATH I CAUGHT HIM BY THE COAT SLEEVE. “YOU MEAN,” SAYS I, “THAT SHE WOULD RANK A-1 ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS?? ————— up and was talking excited to the chauffeur, trying to make him under- stand somethifig or other. “Hello!” says I. “It's a case. you're being trailed. Doesn’t appear to worry her a bit. Inez, leven if he and this little by-o tgr 4 “WHAT A STU NG CREATURE YOUR FRIEND 18,” OBSERVES MRS, BLAIR, EYEING INEZ, “WHO IS SHE, AND WHAT DOES SHE DO —_— he got off, but it's so much easier to shift that sort of thing to & man, is only a dried-up little old Swede who couldn't scare any- body. “Here, Uncle Nels” says I “Block oft that Romeo in the gray suit. Find out who he is and what he wants, or else get yourf riend Mike to give him the quick shunt, while I hustle Inez upstairs and lock her in her room.” “Hey? Wha-a-at?’ says Uncle Nels, gawping at me dazed. I didn't wait to explain the case, but pushed Inez into the elevator and 800n had her safe in the apartment. “Well, that's that!" says I “And listen here, Inez. If your Uncle Nels shows up with a dagger stickirfg out of his back or otherwise mussed it'll be all your fault Giving the come- hither to any stray forelgner you happen to pick up! I'm shocke But Inez doesn't care a rap. “I'm gonna make Uncle Nels tell me what he say, that one,” she announces. And five minutes later, when Uncle Nels does shuffie in, she tries. She {didn't get much out of him, though. Neither did 1 when I took a hand. uch foolishne: says he. “How can I say what he talk about, all that outlandish lingo? Nor Mike either. He think maybe it's Italian language, Mike. Anyway, it don’t mean any- thing to us. The young feller, though, he talk a lot, until the old ones pull hiflm back in the car. Then they all go o ou don't mean you didn't even find out who he was “Oh, sure!” says Uncle . “He imme a card. Now what did I—" we're getting somewher . while Nels {s ' rummag- ing through his pockets. “Gave you his card, did he? And did you give him yours? Uncle Nels nods. “Why not?" says he. “They don't cost much. Now what T do with—Oh! Here's his card. Funny looki “Allow me,” says I, picking it out of his fingers. “Well, I should say it was a bit odd. Some names for a youth of that size—five, aix, seven— and hardly a one I could pronounce without—say, folks! I've got the an- swer. Who do you guess Ines has mldr‘l‘d out to get up a flirtation with? “Who?" demands Inez eager. “Only his royal and oriental mag- mflce?ce, the ‘Ginkwah of Kassan,” “Hey?" says Inez. staring over my shoulder at the card. “Who's he?” “Proving what I've 80 often told Inez,” says 1, “that you really should read a newspaper now and then. Why, they've been full of the ginkwah's doings for the last two days—how many rooms he has at the Plutoria. what he has sent up for breakfast and how he balked when they tried to get him to ride In the subway. The reporters have followed him everywhere, from Grant's tomb to the Winter Garden, but so far he hasn't had a word to say to them. Sensible guy, I'll say.” “He—he's blg man, eh?’ asks Inez. “In 8an he is. wherever that may. ys L. *He's the junior ring-! leader, 1 take it; sort of a crown prince, you know. although ginkwah seems to be his proper title. And I gather that he's heen sent out by his Toyal daddy to make the grand tour. Just come from doing Japan and rolled in from Krisco only the other day. He's being chaperoned by the nd chamberlain and a whole string of secretaries and 8o on. Must have been some of ’em in that car. Accord- ing to accounts the ginkwah is all kinds of a plute, and by the way he's said to have tried to view all the bright spots along the way he must be more or less of a regular fellow. Anyway, he's no common gink. He's the Ginkwah of Kassan. That's who you pick out casually to vamp on 5th avenue, Inez. At which Inez tosses her head. “I no care,” says she. “I think I like him. He—he’s nice feller. JUncle Nels. “He “Sure!” chimes_in gimme a cigar. Se “Good-night!” says I. “Say, you two are a pair. How far do you think you're going to get Inez with visit- ing royalty? You don't kid yourself he's coming around and take you to the movies and try to hold hands with you, do you? A crown prince! Say, how do you get that way?” % k% (6] F course, I figured that this little ‘wes all over. In fact, she acts rather pleased. “Kinda cute, that one, hey?’ she remarks, ducking her chin coy. “I don’t know about that,” says I, “but I must say, Inez, I'm a little surprised at you. Why, on’t knew this young man from Adam. ‘You should talk!” says Inez. “Get- tin’ hugged by that Russian!” “But that was different,” I pro- tests. “We'd been introduced and all. And anyway, 1 didn’t_start vampinz him at first sight. Yet, here you and “See!’ “He's comin’ yet. bsolutely,” says I, taking another glance behind. “I suppose you'd throw him a rope if you had one. Say, whera do you figure this is ing to finish? I'm no prune-faced old maid, Inez, but there are limits, you know.” “Huh!” says Inez. I can't help if a feller like me, can 17" * k¥ ¥ AND with Inez in that mood what was the sense wasting breath? Besides, we were nearly home, and when the taxi swung into our court driveway the other chauffeur could hardly have nerve enough to crash in, too. He did, though. Yes, sir, right on our heels. But by a stroke of luck there was Uncle Nels swapping his usual daily chat with the imposing- looking carriage man. It was a relief to see him. Not that I didn't feel equal to facing this persistent young sport and telling him exactly where 2 breaks in Inez flash-in-the-pan romance of Ines’s Something about her had caught his fancy and he'd rushed after her. Maybe that was a habit of his. But probably he was a quick forgetter, and if he wasn’t, the grand chamber- lain_would talk some sense into his Lead as soon ag he had a good chance, So I kidded Inez all through dinnetr and went to the theater without being st all uneasy. Yet when I drifts back to the apart- ment again about 11:45, who do you think I find in the llvlng'mom beaming enthusiastic at Uncle Nels and Inea? Uh-huh! The_Ginkwah. He hasn't come alone. With him is a dapper dressed, dark-eyed party who, as I came in, seemed to be doing his best to make Uncle Nels understand some of the ‘worst hashed up lish I ever heard. An interpreter, evidently, but by no m%lvnl a cvel:“fle% one. e en en he was wide awake, though, I doubt if Uncle Nels could have guessed what was bel fed to him, but having been _rou out of bed at 11:30 p.m., as I find is the case, he stands there shivering In his bath robe and blinking stupid. I could get the rest of the plot without asking any questiond. The Ginkwah has broken loose from the grand chamberlain and other official chaperons and has come to put his proposition. ‘Well, well!” says I. ‘‘What a cosy little party? What's it all about?” Inez ducks her chin kittenish and induiges in that sappy smile of hers. ‘He come back,” says sh “But what's “So 1 motice,” says I. « “That onetnvu Ines, nodding at the the idea? about the Vans if I can find i It is very easy to construe that & prom- ise, and the Rambler finds it casfer to | keep that promise than sgme he has heretofore made in these &nnals. And this promise being easy to keep, will be kept. In going back to Chantilly we skip over the three and a half mil of hard pike, rough along its unim proved sections, that lie between the village of F’l 'ax Court House and the hamlet of Pender. It is an Jnter- esting road, and there are ‘many things along it which the Rambler has not seen and gome-that he has seen, but has not told about, but we will make our start today from Pen- der, & hamlet consisting chiefly of Gheen's general store, Tom Kidwell's blacksmith shop, a Methodist church where the Rev. Mr. Thrasher ex- pounds doctrine and lays the down to sinners, d a little frame schoolhouse where Miss Tracy Gaines reigns. And in writing that last line the Rambler recognizes the relation- ship between the words ‘reign,” re- &ina” and “reine.” At the crossroads store you can be supplied with most things that you may need for this journey or any other. You can buy oline, cigars, gingersnap: harne: sirup, vine: gar and coal oil, salt, pepper, boots and overalls, hats, caps, plowshares, spools of thread, a paper of pins, pop, cooking vessels, candles, neckties, pickles, looking-glasses, canned tom: toes, etc., and the “etc.” covers a multitude of things. ER I AT Tom Kidwell's blacksmith shop Yyéu can have repairs made to an au- tomobile or a flivver, to your thrash- ing machine, cook stove or bedstead and you can have the old oaken | bucket, the iron-bound bucket that| hangs by the well, rebound. Old bug- gles can be made to look and run as well as they did thirty-seven years ago. Sewing machines can be adjust- ed. Joe can put a new handle on the frying pan. a new bottom in the skillet or a new spout on_the coffe pot. He can shoe a mule without! stimulating any sentiment of antag- onism in the mule, and a number of very respectable horses in the neigh- interpreter, “he say the Ginkwah wanna talk to Uncle Nels, and—and he bring me present. Look!™ I looked and gasped. It was some trinket—a girdle made of openwork gold links set with green stones—eme- alds, 1°ghould say—and if it was worth anything at all it must have been worth | a fortune. ¥ says 1. what does all this lead up the Ginkwah's little plan, « o to? it interpreter was right there with the come-back. “It is as T say. he announces, patting himself on the chest. “His Royal Highness have viewed the £o lovely lady and he is much charmed in his heart, quite much charmed. Yes. So speak with her—wit “I get you so far” says I. “Well, what does he wany to tell Uncle Nels' That he wants to marry Miss Inez? that {t—marry?” “Ah-h-h! Marry! That is the word I forget.” says he. « t i t “Glad I was able ! to remind you of it. Well, that's a bit sudden of the young man, amd 1 hope he knows exactly what he's! doing. They don't always when they | are 80 much charmed in the heart, as you put it. Now let's get this straight from the Ginkwah himself. You bat it up to him. Ask him if he's in dead earnest about wanting to marry Inez.” || They must speak a kind of short- hand in Kassan, for the interpreter| shoots over only a few syllables to the Ginkwah, who immediately un- lreefl! a broad smile and nods vio- ently. “It s 80, yes," announces the inter- preter. “His Royal Highness say he w?fuld have her for wife—for his head wife.” "Eh?’ says 1. straining my ears. ‘Once more with that last “For his chief wife of all." says he, beaming first at me and then at the! Ginkwah. i And as soon as I got my breath 1| caught him by the coat sléeve. “You mean,” says I, “that she would rank A-1—above all—all the others? “True,” says he, bowing low. ‘Get that, Ines?” says I. “You'd head the list. But just one thing more, mister; how many would there be— that is when he got his full quota?’ The dapper young man shrugs his shoulders carele; 'Who should tell?” says he. “His Royal Highest has much riches. He can pay for many Wwives, as many as he wants. But he pay most for her which srould be first wife. So 1 make to tell to her Uncleness. You speak and ask how much he want. Yes? * % % % BUT as Uncle Nels was standing there with his mouth open and as Inez had turned her back and was sniffling into the portieres, it was all left up to me. I hardly knew whether I wanted to snicker or to hit this foreigner whipsnapper over the head with something hgrd. But he was so frank and friendly about it and the Ginkwah did look so boy- ish and chummy standing there try- ing to dope out how the affair was progressing, that I didn't have the heart even to be rough. “Listen, old son,” 'says I “You lead the Ginkwah out and explain to him that he's made the prize break of his young career. Go have him look up the marriage customs of the T. S. A. in some thick book. He'll find that our young men don’t start in at twenty-one to make a collection of wives and that it isn't the proper thing to come right out and offer to buy ‘em, on the hoof or otherwise. Besides, if he did get Inez over to Kasean and she should find a No. 2 wife being unloaded at the front dpor, she wouldn’'t do a thing but treat her messy and probably she'd wreck the palace before she got through. No, mister, Inez isn’t in the market for wife shoppers, and by the red tint spreading up the back of her neck I should guess that it would be much safer for you and His Highest to make & quick exit. This way out. Yes, that door. And here! Better take this partial payment trinket along with you.” He wasn't much of an interpreter, but there were some words in the English language that he seemed uite familiar with. Anyway, he took the Ginkwah by the arm and led him out promptly, while I tried to sooth Inez from drifting into the only real crying fit I ever knew her to indulge in. Whether it was becauss she was mad or sorry, I couldn’t make out. And yet when this package came by _messenger next afterncon I couldn’t insist that she send it back. It was a ruby pendant hung on a curious chain of woven gold thread. ‘With it was the cand of the Ginkwah of Kassan, and something scribbled on the back—a word or so, just as easy to read as if a cockroach had mw]gd'thronl‘r‘n the ink and then rints. ef his tootprinta e that if you ever change your mind you'll m:?hmm Teady to start a new o8 wi ou as No. e ant Tsays Ines. “Anyway. he dian't think I'm too fat. He wasa eller, too.” nls° the-rh-ng her list him in the past tense, T knew it wes finished. Also T'm free to admit that when it comes to romance, Ines has got it all over me. _'Just think! She might have been the Ginkwahess of Kassan. Sewell Forg.) 3 i 1 and we; can d never shoes—that i r although Te | said along the wa auto dale to to man emic their p: It the ouk esque desc course, f the Rambler, Kidwell's for neat | shoes these m has orhood have said 1o we always g Tom our shoes. They fit w r about as well be expected to wear . though I will say that it any imitation iron o far as 1 have found church at the th rossr In the little nong the E erend gu who i on Sunday wiil pe o salvation and There nwwing it, warnings h | h | difficult there are The n it as on the wide and smoo roadway which passe on its way from Alexandria nd Fairfa surt - H o 1y village and Aldie. Quite a | v of persons. filled with good ntentions, make inquiries at the lit- le t direetions as to how . and read the guide book the straight, and narrow way < not seem 1o hold out alluren of them. except in un ac OF those who do take up < and sct out on this old- ashioned and unimproved trail with | pious hopes of making camp in E 5 some houxh many i€ not as raftic Annan- | hut do w sian flelds or of climbing the moun- tains of @ come tired and discour: Ey want narrow. and lonely path. you can get all the the sky, a good many be- »d and fall However, if you this straight and | the to wayside. explore necessary inform: t the little fray fion on Sun- church among | S my purpose to write ption_of the scenic prings of pure cold water along ‘—not, of | but | n It w from just as in our | f I Jfou }retired | Which wa it |the Confederates the battle of Ox Hil while [ torians et it Imen {ond Bull Run campaign, and in a wa it | Westarn Mary i battle {which ito the Arm lits efforts tance or fought on Ox Hill and in immediate vicinity was called b the federals down It Wi the nd their his the battle of the closing engag federals’ disastrous s “hantilly wias & prelude to the invasion of and, resulting in the arpsburg or Antietam, ded no substantial return of Northern Virginta for nd its losses. At this dis- * can see that Antietam was Confederate defeat, though Le. ght McClellan to a standstill and with good grace. Time was of ¥ (working against the Army of North- {ern Virinia and to fight and not win @ v inm—m. with | the fed. Ldefeut to and With resources “tory drive it home was time against it and being heaped up ul side, it was a Confederats wn battle ko the Two Sundays Ramb fwrote { point where B fields meet ix an old and wi | that | guards a wi {is now | you ha <out at Pender you will uote on dirt rosd a number of wail houses. O the Figit i of wouds. A quarter aps It sy e 8 few ¥ tie south hundreds g or undulating Blled with gentle rises and ridges an cutle vales. With the woeds on yo nd a few vards before coming to th the Wwood tract and the rolliug ther-beaten gate on jts ruwty hinges. It that was once a road, but which niy @ trace. a mewmory, & ghost of a ad. But it is plain enc for you to fol W through the weods. 1T leads up & very s slope, and at the sonthwest edge of oods. w few hundred yards from the gt Where you “stand_In the wood few feet within Turniug left gx feebly | &ray rad fo {ported by 1 . PHIL KEARNY WAS KI by the most eminent MOSt Prosperous hootlegge The crossroads at I tle River turnpike road which . ces in the county, pas on erookedly south brated hamlet u 1ton tur; 1 vegion throug fumily the road runs ¢ be that the r E ause some member the Millan family many years gave the land on which it ws down,-but on that_point the Rambler s specudating. d stunds far back in the shelt tiful grove Pender. and will do hi honor of The dirt people and from v a b northern part of Fair- | Pender from nd poes ' cele-d | the this - of a bea south Ramble rond places your bug riding, brush the of sassafras,| weet gum. sour sum, spice bush. oung pines and infant oaks. A few Teet back from this margin of wild| hrubber on both sides of road tal ck woods of oaks and pines are growing. There is a deep silence in Woods except if vou arej branche the trees. Perhaps ) will hear the a jay bird or a flicker. and “tatting of a big woods y are they from an automobile road or a rai | homestead. | raved plates. the! when | | courtesy that you will | hosp road. When the wind is favorabi that is, from the south—you may by a s ite posta. * two big pieces of granite about two t wide, & foot and a half thick and three feet . us Mumbler carries them in his wind. s of granite is as like tl o wurkers can be. They a apart and st on a lin vens with the fing of Plemiber 1. * % A GAINST the old rail fence and at & panel that is broken down is a rough white quartz boulder streaked ith Black. Tt was picked up in the deld just outside the woods and you can find other pieces of quartz there today, but none so large. This quartz boulder wus set there many years ago to indicate the tragic spot where Kearny and Stevens fell within a few feet of cach other and nearly at the sume minute. JU was put there by a Confederate soldier, who owns the farm. He is Capt. John Ballard, and that historic land was in his wife's for a good many generations of Gen. Kearny ex- pressed a desite to mark and inclose the tragic spot, and Capt. Ballard gave them the land. In the Ballard aboul a thousand yards from the deathplace of Kearny and Stevens, is a little book bound in the finest binding and printed from en- Let me read it to you. family The comrades “Whereas Capt. John N. Ballard, of Company 43d Virginia . S. A.. and Lilly Reid Bal- lurd, his wife, have cheerfully donated ground upon which the late Maj. was killed at ¢, V'a., September 1, 1862, has kept arked the spot to this dat thus showing a generous respect for 4 brave and gallant foe, as a further \dication of that soldierly spirit to the memory of a good soldier, have deeded said tract of land to the repre- sentatives of Kearny's First New Jer- sey Brigade Society ithout compen- sation; and “Whereas the committee of the Socicty of Kearny's First New Jersey Brigade in the performance of their duties came in contact with this Vir ginia family who by their acts of and - world-known _‘southern ity have endeared themselves to said committee, therefore be it resolved that our deep sense of obligation and appreciation are due and are hereby tendered to Capt. John N. Ballard and his estimable wife Cx L WAR CHURCH AT CENTERVILLE. started on that part of the story a small and bright red devil hopped on the end of my fountain pen.and he compels me to writé at his dictation what fol- lows. “There are many stony’ places and pitfalls along that straight and narrow way, while along the primrose path of dalliance, which is kept in a fine state of repair by the public authorities, there are plenty of electric lights, hotels, theaters, dancing pavilions, “chop-suey factories, near-beer refectories, garages, gas stations and jewelry shops and also several extremely fashionable churches ‘where sermons are delivered in cultured language and cultured accent on such felicitous texts as ‘Christianity Made Easy; or, How to Follow Jesus Without Any Cost of Inconvenience to Your- self. THE little devil, dressed in scarlet that glows as gorgeously as fresh paint on the lips and paws of a fair girl, bids me tq, tell you that the Primrose * k k * Ycalled it the battle of Ox Hill, and a hear the whistle of a locomotive on the Southern railroad in the neighbor- hood of Burke's station, Clifton or Manassas, but the miles of air through which the sound waves have passed have taken a sharp cdge off them, and they give you a lulling, dreaming sense. * ok Kk ok T“’O or three big farm clearings are along the way. One of these is on the Ballard farm and another on the Millan farm. You are on the battle- fleld of Chantilly. The Confederates good many readers of these lines will probably think that the Confeder- ates were higher authorities on this subject than their cousins in blue. The Confederates knew their Vir- ginia geography better than the fed- erals, and on this particular field they fought a .good deal better than' their northern cousins. Ox Hill would seem to be the more righteous name Path jof Dalliance is his favorite road, that he travels on it himself and that he recommends it to all tourists who are passing through this world. On this croweded high way there are o, speed restrictions and the sky is the limit The company, he tells me, is exceed- ingly good .and the road js patronjzed because the waods and fields in which nearly all the killing was done were, and still are, on Ox Hill, The hamlet of Pender stands on a part of. Ox Hill. Chantilly was the name given to an extensive grant of land obtained by an early member of the distinguished Turbesvlllg ‘II’I:- for their gift of land for the pur- pose of permanently marking the spot where cur brave Kearny fell, and be it further resolved that the willing helpful aid and kindly entertainment rendered to the committee by Capt. Ballard, his wife. his amiable daugh ters, Ella May and Margaret L., and his son, James W. Ballard, whose valuable legal services were without compensation, have made our duties a task of pleasure, the acquaintance with and the recollections of this family will always remain a pleasant memory, and be it further resolved that the grateful and sincere thanks of the Kearny's First New Jersey Brigade be, and are hereby, tendered to Capt. John N. Ballard, his wife and family for their many acts of kind ness, and be it further resolved that these resolutions be entered in fuil upon the minutes of the society and a suitably engrossed copy of the same be sent to Capt. John N. Ballard. Committee—John W. Bodine, Charles F. Hopkins, Theo. W. Alston.” The circumstances under which the monument to Gen. Stevens was erected by the side of that to Kearny are not known to the Rambler, but it is likely that after the donation of land the Kearney and Stevens socle- ties got together and decided to erect (Continued on Fifth Page.)