Evening Star Newspaper, March 19, 1922, Page 63

—_— last T had something: that to be working up toward a’perfect sei- at the Maison Noir it's } raw, Soggy out that the boss has been.peevish the charming Mr. Leficur?” I sug- an old crab and for two cents| I i ND here I was figuring that at A would give the calm Ines a real jolt. Everything seemed ting for something ‘of the sort, for when she comes home fgom her work afternoon. sie has developed the sniffies and a headaghe, und it turns with her. “I hope you didn’t have words wita gests. fe? says Inez. *1 only tell him ! } he T'd quit him. Bawlin’ me out in front of customers just because they don’t buy everything. Huh! I ain’t to blame because business s rotten, am 1 “Quite so,” says 1. “Buf tomorfow you two will make it ail up, I sup- pose?” “I expect,” says Inez, shrugging her shoulders and slumping Into a chair. “But he gets too fresh—that Frenchy. If it wasn't for Uncle Nels comin’ back poor and all the extra rent to pay for his room and everything, I'd| chuck the job mighty quic! “Then you really thin “that your Uncle Nels rocks™" “I don’t hafta thin “2ust look at him.” “I know."” says I, “ie does dress the part of a down and outer. But. as 1 have had occasion to mention | trick .uncle if! says L on the is . says Inez. before. Inez, he's a there ever was one.” “Huh!" says Inez. “I got his num-} 1 ber all right. He don’t fool me any more.” i “PEALLY!" says L stepping over to| the mantelpiece and taking an, envelope from behind the near-ma- | hogany clock. “That being the case.| T'd just like to have you take a slanti at these.” Did vou ever try to shoo a pig inw a pen when he was headed toward i cabbage patch? Not that I want to cast any asparagus on the mentall make-up of Miss Inez Petersen. hut I will say that doesn't react quickir to| new ideas. For fully two minues she sits staring at those green slins and then looks up at me stupid. “What for, these?” she asks. i “Read ‘em and smile” says I, “Tsn't the description printed on them ! plainly enough? Those are three round- trip steamer tickets—New York to! Florida and back.” i But Ines simply blinks. | “Florida?” says she. “For who?’ “For us,” says L. “For you and me. and Uncle Nels. They're all paid for, too. “Eh?” says she, fingering over the slips again. “Who got 'em?’ “One of the shiftiest old boys that ever came out of Sweden,” says L “Your Uncle Nels." With that she shifts her gum and favors me with two more blinks. “Hey?" says she. “Oh, come out of it!” says L. “Be human for once, Inez. Listen! That was all bunk about his having lost his money—just a scheme of his to test us out. And it broke our way beautifully. Our taking him in and making & fuss over him when he showed up in old clothes and pre- tended to be flat broke was a big play. Course, we meant it all. But that's just what Uncle Nels wanted to find out. And now he's going to blow us to & trip to the sunny south on a steamer that salls next Satur- day. Do you get that?’ EEE SHE did gradually. You could al- most see the idea trickling down through the bony part. And when it finally registers, does Inez hop up, grab me by the shoulders and walts me around the studio In a wild spasm of joy? She does not! She stops blinking at me and stares once more at the tickets. 3 “Saturday?” says she. That's swell, ain’t it?” Which wasn’t exactly indulging in wild hysterics ofgjoy, was it? And, prepared as 1 wa# for a mild exhibi~ tion, she had me gawping at her. ‘Ain’t nature grand?’ I murmured. “Hey?” says Inez. “I was just quoting a popular song, Inez,” says I, “and thinking that the man who wrote the classic words must have had you in mind. Honest. e1d dear. trying to get a rise out of you is just as much use as tickling a stone lion in the ribs with'a feather. | However, I suppose you are as thrilled as you can be, with your Minnesota disposition. Think you can be ready on time?” “Sure!” says Inez. “T'll call that Mister Lefleur on the phone and dis- charge myself. Then all I gotta do is pack my trunk.” That’s what it is to have a single- track mind. Things are so simple. “How about thin summer dresses?’ 1 suggests. Tt ain't summer yet,” protests Inez. “But It will be down there, you know,” says I. “In March?” says Inez. “Say, don't you believe all yop read in them ad- vertisin' books.” And while T had read a lot about the Florida climate and seen plenty of pictures of mid-winter bathing and that sort of thing., I really couldn’t get up much enthusiasm for buying organdie frocks and straw hats. Be- sides, they were 50 hard to find at this season in the stores. Yes, they'd had ‘em in the January southern trade, and they'd have more next month for the spring stock, but just now there was very little left. So I compromised by digging out a few things from my last summer's oytfit and let it go at that. Nor would Tncle Nels put any faith in the steamship pamphlets. He' blew him- self to a heavy winter suit at a mark- @own sale and added an ulster to his wardrobe. “By Florida? * % ¥ X UT with the closing up of the studio and saying good-by to our friends we had three hectic days, and when we finally loaded ourselves into | worse than ever, and when I stepped | Barry. & taxi and drove down to the dock|out on deck I faced a cold drissle of j odor, Philadelphia smells of fried niy head was in a good deat of a|rain. In fact, there was s soggy chill | scrapple and Boston of salt: codfish.” whirl. T was giad that Barry Platt came down to help us get off, for he's an old hand at steamer travel. Oh, ves! He'd made several trips on the Albany night boat and could give us 2 lot of useful information about tip- ping the chief steward and what to take in our staterooms. He had got- ten ‘us nicely settled, with our suit- cases stowed under the berths, and we were chatting in the social hall when a whistle blew and the deck steward began shouting, ““All ashore!" ‘Sorry, Barry, bo; says I “but that's you.” 'Not this time, Trilby M: says Te. “What do you mean?” says I ‘Why,” says he, “when I ‘steered T'ncle Nels down to get those tickets ¥ just naturally got so excited that I kought one for myself, and I'm go- That ing along, too. mina.” ; “Why, you old dear!” says I. And In spite of the shocked look on the faces of two fat' women who stood near by I gave him a hug. “Now we will havel a perfectly good party. went on. . Well, we did, more or less. For nearly an hour we huddled in. the lee of the smoking cabin at the stern, watching New York fade into the cold, gray clouds as the steamer alld $moothly down through - the lower bay and out past Sandy.Hook. Then something. happened to mar the per- fect peace of our little quartet. “Say, what's the matter with this old bont? asks Ines. “It's goln' up and’ down crazy.” “Oh, ye: says Barry. - “Quite a Jump of & sea running out here, isn't there?” “I dom't like it says “Makes my stomach feel bad. “Spare us all the detalls you can, Inez,”” I suggests. “I'm feeling none too frisky myself.” | “Let's walk around the deck a bit," ! it you don't | Inez. many greasy hills with white, foamy tops, and the old steamer went wad- dling along with them at a most un- steady gait. The sky was gray und greasy, too; < “A man says we're off Hatteras,™ Uncle Nels bulletins. “I belleve. it,” says I, pushing away some roast pork I had ordered. “And you can tell him for me that I'm off Hatteras for life!" . Let's not go * % ¥ % YES 1 Joined Ines. Into particulars. We were unhappy all the rest of the day.and most of that night. Quite" unhappy! Inez confided to me that she was afrald she was going to dle, and I told her I wus afraid I wasn't. “I have only one wish, Inez,” mays I “I'd like to have. the man who wrote that steamship pamphlet about salling over sunny seas here for about half an hour. I'd tell him a few things. “Me," says Ines, with a groanm, “I'd push him’ overboard.” And then the second morning we ping It With Inez—+By Sewell Ford on you,” says L little crack at her. About an hour befor: sundown, however, we tied loose from Charles- ! ton and steamed out to sea once more. But it was quite a different ocean | Hatteras. A nice, quiet, well-behaved |dinner. Al the people who had {looked s0 wretched seeméd {themselves again. They marched of a parade or stopped tobchat folksy in groups here and there. Uncle Nels parked himself in a corner of the smoking room, where he could watch | the card games and puff away at his |pipe and appeared to be having the time of his life. And when Ines and 1 finally got yawny and started for ! our room we left a big crowd In the soclal hall listening to! a bunch around the plano who were singing everything from “Rock of Ages” to “Ain't We Got Fun?" “Kinda nice, eh, this boat sailing’ " AT NOTHING TIME, AND e heard that was the says Barry. thing to do One lap, though, was enough for Inez. “When I walk,” says she, “I wanna have something solld to step on. Not like this deck. that ain't there when you think it is and comes up when you don’t look for it. Mé¢, I'm gonna lay down.” * 0k ¥ % ND then there were only three of us. Next Uncle Nels dropped off | to join the gallery that surrounded a| poker game In the smoking room, so; Barry and I were among the few who were still doing the deck circuit when| the steamer passed the last nodding gas buoy marking the Ambrose chan- nel and swung south to wallow along down the Jersey shore with the wind and waves going the same wa: Somewhere along the line we'd picked up a convoy of seagulls that tralled along in our wake and now and then let loose welrd squeaks as they made dives for choice bits dumped, from the kitchen portholes. We would stop and watch them for & while, and try to read the patent log that was spinning over the stern, and then we'd face the nippy salt breezes for‘ a few more rounds. “This is the life, eh?" says Barry. "1l say s0,” says I “It's just what| I've. always wanted to do, and now that I'm here I feel like a she Colum- bus sailing off to ‘the edge of the|ie; who was feeling too limp to get | world.” “You don’t mind the motion, do you?’ asks Barry. “I'm cragy over it” says I, “and I'm working up an appetite such as I' haven’t known in mionths. TIsn't that a dinner gong I hear?” It was, and I rushed down to tell Inez the glad news. But Inez didn’t seem to be Interested.” “Go way!" she moans, rolling ove: in the lower berth with her face to the wall. “I don’t wanna eat—ever!” “Why, how silly!” says L “You'll feel a lot better if you do. Let me send something in for you—say some ham and fried potatoes?” “Ugh!” says Inez. ‘Leave me be.” * ok ok K I THOUGHT it was quite a joke on Ines, and I had a’lot of fun tell- ing Barry and Uncle Nels during di: ner how peevish she was. But I no- ticed before the meal was through that Barry Platt wasn't quite as gay as he had been, and the next tiing I knew. he'd turned the color of green pea soup. “I—I don’t like the air in here,” says Barry. “Excuse me, will you?" With that he rushes out, and after dinner I couldn’t find him anywhere. II voke up to see the sun shining in the window and to find that the boat w sliding along easy and steadily. Yo should have seen us chirk up. Also you should have viewed the breakfast Inez ordered when we joined the merry mob in the dining room. “I thought you sald you were through Wwith food forever?’ I re- ‘I minded her. “Huh!" says Inez. ‘“You say some foollsh things yesterday, don't you?” “Maybe you're right, Inez."” says I. “But when I'm belng bounced around reckless on the broad Atlantic I'm not wholly responsible for what I do. Bu look who's showing up now? Where have you been, Barry?” Barry looks a bit sheepish and ad- mits that he's had a poor time of it since I saw him last. “Oh,” says I. "I didn't know but you'd gone back to New York after something you'd forgotten.” “If I only could have flown back or somethin’!” says Barry. *“But this is different, eh. I understand we're go- ing into Charleston harbor and tha we'll be tied up at the wharf for sev- eral hours unloading freight. Let's &0 ashore and see something of the town.” “If I can walk on solid ground once | more,” says I, “I don't care what I fast we found that the steamer had docked and we started off. All but out of her deck chair. ““This ain’t Florida, is it?"" she asks. “Then I wait.” * % o® % BUT she missed something worth seeing, for that part of Charleston we tramped through was certainly picturesque. Barry sald a lot of those old brick houses hadn't been changed rj® bit in the last hundred years, and: that some of the public buildings were built long before the civil war. ‘We found the old Slave Market, which stands just about as it did When “Uncle Tom's Cabin” was written, |even to the iron rings where they used to tie up_fractious darkies on auction days; only now they've put in meat markets and vegetable stalls, and instead of coming down to bid on a cook or a few field hands, all you can buy today are the raw materials for a meal. “Just think!” says Barry. “Human beings were once bought and sold here.” ow delightfully convenient!” says . “One went shopping for a laun- dréss or a chambermaid then., and when you got 'em home they were as permanent as the kitchen stove or the front steps. That is, almost. No won- | So soon after we'd finished break- About 9 o'clock Uncle Nels. reports{ der it took us four years to convince that Barry has turned in./ Well, I sat | these people that they were Wrong.” around the social hall for'a while, but the company wasn't particularly lively. People were huddled up ‘in corners, some-trying to read, but most of them just -staring -gloomily at nothing and .net -seeming-at all like folks who were having a-good time. And I must saj that Ines .was far from a cheerful roothniate that night. She was still manfng when L went to. sleep. £ s Next morning I woke to find the steamer wallowing -and. plunging all fhrough. the boat, and I don't know when I'Ve seen 6 many ‘wretched looking people. Only a few of us, including Uncle Nels and my- self, seemed to have the courage to tackle breakfast. 5 B “So this }s life on the odean wave, | 1s 1t?" I asked him. T don’t know as I'm strong for it, after all. 3 “A man tells' me It <gets- bet- ter bymeby,” says Uncle Nels. - -~ But -along about luncheon lme-!ti was distinctly worse. air was a bit warmer, but the rain was falling steadily and the waves.Wers biggar. I had always thought . Rindly: of| waves before, too. Durfag. . my few trips to the shore I'd loved‘to Wwats! them rolling in and breaking on the|: beach. But out hers, miles’ a~d mil from land, they didn’t seem at all nize or picturesque. They were just so “A lot of them are still uncon- vinced,” said Barry. “But do you know what strikes me as the most unique thing about this town?" “The round cobblestones, narrow streets?’ I asked. “No,” says Barry. “It's—e bouquet. Take a sniff! “Thanks,” says I, “I have. I knew that Charleston had a history, but T hadn't been told that it had a smell all its own.” early all cities have,” "goes on “New York has the subway or the r—its _ “How wonderful, Barry,” says I, “to know so ‘many thin -I hope some of them are-true.” - g Tk ok kX ‘ES, we had rather a good time drifting’ around Cherleston and kidding. .each other, and we were. .rather. sorry for.Ines, left alone on the. boat. ” When. we got back. we found her leaning over the rail watch- ing the darky stevedores come and go in endless procession up and down the-gangplank, one.line with loaded hand. trucks, the other pushing back empty ones. .. Their black fades were shiny with: sweat, hut most of.them were joining im, weird. chants ay they “Have you beon sitting here all the time, Ines?” I asked her. . 0. - She nods. “I like, seeil says_ she. suggests ‘Inez. as she lets down her | “Then Simon Legree had nothing And 1t took me the rest of the afternoon to explain iy from the one we'd met above Cape|tle Rambler would not ocean, that allowed us to enjoy a good | Without telling msometKing of the to befintimate associations around the decks as if they were part|and celebrated bishop. 3 HE life story of Bishop Willlam Pinkney could not be told without making ~mention of Bladensburg, and, of course, think ~of Bladensbu'x i Complete Without writing the -story of There were long and between _the old village and the simple: minister | Bladensburg was Dr. Pinkney's home for fifty good bishop. TORY of Bladensburg Would' Not Be Mention of the Famous i; Minister—A Trip Along Winter Roads—The ’ Growth of a Tradition—Facts About Blenheim { House—Biography of Bishop Pinkney, Know | | as a Builder of Churches. n | ] vears. His wife was a Bladenshurg woman and a member of a. family which was probably settled there Ix:{ore the creation of the town under Qu(horny of an-act of the Maryland legislature in 1742. A few weeks ago the Rambler re- celved this letter: “My Dear Rambler: Your travels! and always kind notes of those whom you meet are very interesting | i i indeed. A little of Bladensburg I. can add. A good man, Mr. Benjamin | Lowndes, lived on a.hfll just oulalde! of Bladensburg. His” place was ; called Blenhoin: A sister, it was! | said, made the christening robes for William Pinkney, who afterward be- came a minister of .the Episcopal Church, married Ms Lowndes; later ! he became bishop: officlated at| Agzensign Church (H street between 9th_end 10th). Bishop Pinkney and Corcoran were trled and good | friends, Mr. C. giving ground at 12th| | and Massachusetts avenue for a new | \churen. 1 | “Mr. Lowndes was uncle to I.lo)di | Lowndes, Governor of Maryland. ‘o {whone he left Fandsome furniture and | ffects. Best wishes always in aii + thinge and good luck ™ i Follow the Annapolis road, whichi {leads east through Bladensburg, and | | something like a mile from the Wash- | ington and Baltimore boulevard you | |come to the crest of a ridge which gives you a wide outlook west, south and north. On the east there is a dip n the land and then a long tise, the view in that direction being bounded | by a ridge that is higher than that; on which ycu stand. The point where ! Itle read dimba the dirtant ridge is! ISimons hill. A number of mew | homes stand close by and at some nce ofi the road where it climbs, ses and descends the first ridge. | i place has been given the name !of Decatur Heights. It is a place of | ! censideralle beauiv. and it has oric name. There is no conne tion between the place and Commo- | dore Decalur, but when names are !given to towns and subdivisions | there need be no historic connection, land often there is none between the! Iname and the place. * % BISHOP PINK) EY'S MO! | careful research work." | When you come to the top of that hair. FTHE ®o-called Bladensburg duel- | hill which is now called Decatur “Especially w it isn't done ling ground, where Commodore | Heights, and which old people in | wabbly.” says I take it that you| Decatur was mortally wounded by ! Bladensburg call Lowndes Hill. you no longer yearn to push that ad.{cCajt. Barron in March, 1821, or it]will see to the left, or about two ! writer overboard”" may lave been in 1820, though the!hundreds yards north of tee road. a | “Well, maybe I don’t like Florida,” ! says she. ay, how do you get so criti P g < g2 | icuthwest ¢f Bladensburg, LS wait ey e youll Mke 1lithe Washington side of the Eastern|was burned about 1395 That is aj | vawn ec Lranch. and from one and a half to|@uess, based on certain assumptions, P itwo miles southwest of Decatur|2nd the Rambler would not guess if| Heights. - But, of course. when De-|he had been able to learn for you | THAT'S the easiest thing Inez does Rambler is net going to stop now to| gray cement house. That is a new {100k it un, wae a ravine about a mile | house built on a part of the founda- and on | tion of the house of Blenheim. which catur Heights grows into a big town | the time of the burning of the house i 1 —waiting until morning. And| | Thi v one orRInE until morning. And R etarian at & meeting of | This house and twelve acres of the { whether she snored all through the|the Decptur Heights Literary e inight or not, for ¥ was too busy injHistorical Association will read ajp¥ F. 4 Volland. [whoSbufl e ouse the upper berth, but when a slant of warm sunshine wandered in throuzh our stateroom window along abosut 7 am. and roused me up she was stili leeping ecloquently. The steamer eemed to be gliding along with no fuss or motion. so I climbed down and took a peek outside. And it sure was good to see the green bank of a ver =0 close to us. H Inez!” 1 shouted ! in i “Come out of your trance and have a open reluctant. But I soon had her at the window. “See!” says I enthusiastic. “We're in the St. Johns river.” looks,” I goes on. “Birds and grass and flowers 'n everything. Sniff this warm air, too. We've jumped into next summer. Inez. And just look over there! 1T believe those are—yes, Inez, they're palm trees. Think of that—palms!" “Them?" says Inez. “Huh! Look like big feather dusters stuck in the sand!” “Say, you're hopeless, you are!” says 1. more or less disgusted. Honest, it sounded a good deal like sacrilege, for 1 had always thought of palms as about the loveliest thing in the way of a tree that could be found. I had wanted to see one’ever gince 1 was a kid. Here they were, too, with their fronds waving in the breeze on the river bank. And Inez sald they looked like feather dusters! The worst of it was that they did. Would I admit it, though? Abso- lutely not. Poets and -novelists had raved about palms. F stood with them. Tnez was just a knocker! “I suppose you've got some fault to 1 A It's the kind of mind that those ¥reudian sharks would tell you was tied up ig knots with a rube complex. In other words, Inez is afraid if she shows how pleased she is with things that folks will guess. she. was brought up in the country. So she grumbles at the food in the best hotels, sneers at folks who are better dressed than she is, and even thinks she must pan Florida. b Not that she's\a unique type. There were dosens on this very boat who had much the same mental attitude. T'd heard''em grouching along the same lines. The country’s full of 'em. I suspect that they elect mort of our representatives and senators. “All right, Inex,” says I “This is a lot different from Tamarack, Min- nesota, 50 you're not going to like it a bit. That's how you think you ought to talk, eh? Well, you're doing fine. Let's see how long you can keep it up. Watch you step, though, or Florida will get you.” v “Huh!” says Inez. “Don’t talk foolish. I wanna get £6 breakfast.” (Copyright, 1922, by’ Bewell Ford.) the true flag-station mind. The French government is selling its mercantile fleet, and the Seamen’s Federation of France is making ar- rangements -to buy seventeen of the best of the ships, {8 be operated co- operatively by the union, following the example set by the Itallan sea- men'’s guild, which operates a co-op- erative-merchant fleet. her ear. | find with this gorgeous morning, haven't you?” T asked. “Kinda sticky!" says Inez. * %k X ¥ ' D then I got the idea. She has paper, running something like this: i 1t is a well founded lmdlllohi handed down from the pioneer set-( SNHEILM "S] Vas e, Wi I flers i this great and historic city | JUENMEIM HOUSE was frame. with that Commodore Decatur lived in a! « center building and wings. The Toz sabin which) ataod on the aite ot | center building was two stories high, e Anti-Scriptural Chorch. and | With @ steep roof above from which two e e commodore was slain by In- | tall chimneys rose. The front door dians on a spot which has been iden- | V&S in the middle of the house, and tified as being the site on which now 2 hall ran the depth of the house. stands the tinware emporium of our| OV each side of the door were two Hon, | Windews and there were five windoys * % ¥ o illustrious fellow-citizen, the v look. We're there: Flint Gritty. in the front at the second story. The Hey?" says she, prying her eves| i ic a tradition in our oldest|Wings were small. one-story struc- families that in digging the founda- | Ures. that on the east end of the o for the church some ‘crackea | house being used Ly the Bishop Pink teacups and petrified clothespins that | N€Y 48 a study, and that on the west had belonged to Mrs. Decatur were | end being the kitchen. The present “Huh?" says Inez. *“Tt ain’t so 1 P o i iRueh: found. 1 have it from the lips of Miss | 'OUSE Stands Shove ettt e £ S Drinkhard, who is now ninety-five the ol central uilding. and there But see how green everything Y| ure marks which show where the years old and in complete possession of all her faculties, teeth and hair, that when she was a little girl in long dresses and short hair she used to hear her grandfather, Everlie {small wing structures stood. In the | broad green park between the house {and the Annapolis road is an avenue double lined with old spruce trees. and there are lindens, tulip poplars Drinkhard, say that many a time he ;4 cedars, in whose shade Benjamin | Lowndes and Bishop Pinkney and his | wife often sat and talked. | had seen Commodore Decatur sun- ning himself by the town pump. which stood where the Washington. NewYork, Dublin and London Air-'at the suggestion of W. W. Corcoran plane Union station is now. She also | wrote a biography of Bishop Pinkney, tells me that many a time she has| the publication of which was paid for heard Grandpap Everlie Drinkard tell| by the executors of Mr. Corcoran's The Rev. Dr. Orlando Hutton, who MENT, OAK HILL CEMETERY. i ] congratulate you on your deep and HOUSE ON SITE OF BLENHEIM. of how the pirate ships used to sail | win, gives a few lines on the subject up the Eastern branch to. the. foot of { of BlenReim, as follows: “He (the ecatur Heights and how the pirates | bishop) eagerly sought its rural quiet Would bury bushels of doublooms and | for_rest' and ‘study. The. mansion pleces of eight and other treasure at | stood in elevated pasition near the the foot of a white oak tree where | crest of the hill east.of Bladensburg Indians of the Anna Nyas tribe burn- [ and :commanded .an exténsive. land- ed a missionary who had come to |scape view of the surrounding coun- Maryland in the Mayflower to con-|try. Thers he was always free from vert the Indians to prohibition. That, those_ ‘manifold interruptions, often white oak tree grew. just about where | needless and sometimes annoying, to Doctor Piils and. Judge Fudize have |which he¥would have been subjected their-offices today.” by a_city residence.” Loud applause. And then mary of | The . writing of a biography of ‘the citizens crowd around and shake | Bighop Pinkey was undertaken by the the hand of the historian and ‘say, “I'Rev, Dr. Meyer Lewin, Who dled ‘while engaged in that work. { Dr. Hutton | was urged by Mr. Corcoran to con-| tinue the work. and in the introduc- tion to the book one may read that | Mr. Corcoran's “affection for the per- son and devotion to the memory of Bishop Pinkney were of the most ar- dent character.” And this: “Mr. Cor- icoran did not live to see the work | jcompleted and to carry out person-{ {ally his wishes respecting its publi- 'cullon. but the entire expense of the publication has been borne by the ex- ecutors of his estate.” At another time the Rambler will review the vouth of the bishop and | certain matters associated with his family, 'but his eonneetion with Bla- | densburg and the surrounding country must be told in this story. ! | i * kK I the spring of 1536 William ney, the young minister—he was then twenty-six years old—was call- ed ihe parishes of St. Matthew and Zion in Prince Georges and Montgomery countles, after refusing the offer of a chaplaincy in the Na made him by Commodore Ballard, then about to sail with his squadron | to South America. He entered on his | pastoral duty the first Sunday in May, 1836. The territory In which he min- istered covered the northern part of Prince Georges county and the south- | ern part of Montgomery. According | to Dr. Meyer Lewin, it extended from Bladensburg northwesterly toward! Rockville, northward to Laurel and| | Mechanicsville and to a line six or eight miles below (southeast) Bladens- | burg.” There were two churches in that territory. One was St. Matthew's, four miles southeast of Bladensburg, which we all seem to know better as | Addison Chapel, an old brick house jof worship near Seat Pleasant. The | {other was St. Mark's. about eight miles northwest of Bladensburg, and | which was better known as Paint |Chapel or Paint Branch Chapel. Taking up his home at Bladensburg, Pinkriey boarded __with . Renjamin Lowndes of Blenheim. The Lowndes family gave three acres of Jand, and on ‘this and near the houss of Blen- heim the young minister caused to be erected a plain, tw¥-story house, which was the rectory.. This house was within a few rods_of the man- ! sion house, and the Rambler. has failed to identify it;or to find its sit but that may come iater. - { - The churches were too far apart to be served in ‘orie. Sunday, so on alter- nate Sundaye Mr. Pinkney preached at Addisow ‘Chapkl amd-:ut Patnt [} j felt THE RAMBLER WRITES OF BISHOP PINKNEY, ONCE PROMINENT IN AFFAIRS OF MARYLAND Branch Chapel. Mr. Pinkney’s prede- cessor, the Rev. Mr, Smallwood, had built within the limits of Bladers- burg village a small, plain building, and there he had held services. Mr. Pinkney continued services in that little structure until he bullt St. Luke’s Church at Bladensburg. The family of John C. Herbert, living at Vansville, had erected a little build- ing there for use as a chapel, and it it both Mr. Smallwood and Mr. Pink- ney held services. In 1838 the Rev. Mr. Pinkney was married to Miss Elizabeth Lloyd Lowndes. One of the notes which the Rambler has of this lady is th; she was a granddaughter of Edward Lloyd, one timc Governor of Mary- land. Without knowing the facts, but by looking over the Lawndes epitaphs copled in the burial ground of Addison Chapel, the Rambler as- sumes that Elizabeth Lowndes was a sister of Benjamin Ogle Lowndes, who was born in 1811 and died July 12, 1897; that they were children of Francis Lowndes, “who departed this lite April 21, 1813, after a long and painful illness, which he bore with Christian fortitude, aged ahout sixty- two years,” and that Francis was a son of Christopher Lowndes, “who departed this life on the 8th day of January, 1785 and of “Mrs. Eliza- beth Lowndes, relict of Christopher Lowndes, Esq.. who departed this life on the 19th day of September. 1789, in the sixty-third vear of Lier age.” LA (COMMENTING on the marriags the young miyister and Miss Lowndes, Dr. Hutton wrote: “The dis- parity in age, the lady being much older than himself, seemed not at all | to have entered into his views as in any w3y calculated to lessen the full- ness 4nd happiness of his wedded > lite. For nearly forty years, till death severed the sacred tie that bound him to his beloved partner, it was a hap- py married life, unmarred by a sin- gle incldent or instance to interrupt its peaceful serenity. Nothing could exceed the delicacy and tenderness of his wife’s devotion to the comfort and happiness of her husband. Bright. cheerful, of a peculiarly sweet disposition and possessed of manners most winning and refined, she threw an exquisite charm around his hearth and home.” As a minister William Pinkney was 2 church builder. Under his ministry | st. John's Church was built at Me- | chanicsville, Montgomery county. in 1845; St. Philip’s. at Laurel, in 1848; St. Luke's, at Bladensburg. in 1856, and St. John's, at Beltsville, in 1857. You remember that in writing of Vansville last fall the Rambler told of finding some old graves and hear- ing from some old colored people that a church onee stood there? And that he figured it out that if any church had stood there it must have been an Episcopal church before the building of St. John's at Beltsville? And that he could find no one in that neighborhood who had heard that there was an Episcopal place of wor- ship at Vansville? Well, the answer is in the little chapel which the Her- bert family built at Vansville, and in which the Rev. Mr. Smallwood held services before William Pinkney came to serve the parishes of St’ Magthew and Zion in the spring of 1836. 3 The Rev. William Pinkney was called to Ascension Church, Wash- ington, in 1886, and it is the Ram- bler’s thought that he succeeded the Rev. J. W. French. who had been appointed chaplain at the West Point Military Academy. He remained as rector of Ascension Church, which came to be generally called “Dr. Pinkney's church,” uniil 1870, when he was elected assistant bishop of Maryland.: One of the im- portant things in Bishop Pinkney's life transpired while he was rector of Ascension. That was his controversy with Bishop Whittington in the mat- ter of prayers for the success of the Union troops. That controversy broke out in 1862, and if the Rambler that his readers would be in- terested in it he would review it. Bishop Whittington was strong in his belief that the cause of the northern states was right. Those sentiments were called “loyalty to the Union.” Dr. Pinkney was a southern man, his sentiments were southern, and many members of the congregation of Ascension Church were in sympathy With the cause of the southern states. Dr. Pinkney refused td offer up spe- clal prayers for the success of the troops on either side, but he offered hundreds of eloquent prayers for peace. One word more. Though Blenheim has been described as Bishop Pink- ney’s home for fifty years, he had a Washington city home during his rec- torship of Aecension. He generally boarded with members of his congre- gation, and the Rambler believes that he boarded longest with Misses Anne. Alice and Kate Burgess. Those girls lived first on H street, then on New York avenue and then on Connecti- cut @avenue. You remember them? - Of course, you do. They kept a school for girls, and at one period in the history of that school they called it “Pinkney Institut: o Rays From Human Hand. A MEMBER of the faculty of the University of Pennsylvania made X-ray photographs By means of sec- ondary radiations from his hand ex- posed to the action of a Crookes tube. which was so screened that its ra could not directly reach the photo- graphic plate. Other things besides the hand, such as pleces of wood, zinc and brass, were found (o possess a similar property of being excited to the emission of invisible rays by the action of the tube. On two occasions the Investigator has suffered from in- flammation of the eyes and throat when sleeping in a room where X-ray experiments had been conducted, and he thinks the cause may have been the secondary radiation from the alr or the objects in the room. G Grape Oil for d. 5 is reported that there has been” . devised a process for making grape oil from grape seed. This oil 15 edible and may in time rival olive ofl for cooking and the preparation of salad dressings. Officials of the United States bureau of plant indus- try are of the opinion that there are great things in store for grape ofl. In the grape juice industry the | grapes are pressed in ordinary cider presses. The skins, seeds and pulp remain behind. From this wet mate= rial, known as pomace, the seeds may be separated without recourse to dry- - ing. The seeds may then be shipped to a central plant, where the oil is- extracted fgom them. L ) A