Evening Star Newspaper, February 1, 1925, Page 78

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 1, 1925—PART 5. 5 | THE SHADOW OF THF, PALM---By Beatrice Grimshaw trader rose slowly hammock chair, yawn little and stretched him He was very tall. The str finished in a reach-up tc topmost shelf of the store Help yourself.” he said, pla box of drugs on the counte doctor selected a packet here a bottle there, smoking the while seemed tl there was no h There never was in Manaia “Patient?! queried the trader No. Own work. “Ichthyology vour special job, it “That and patching up any one wants it. Hardly one ever Manaia's a healthy place The doctor looked at Brothers' latest manager. be of Lockhart's the Manaia i 11 stay, bu Island of Glascott's pearling hem 0gY one of chthy sclentifi the sea.” 1 They spoke of might desc be myself as a rin o; the whole,” i the ilascott glar 1aic iegente spe d at him again. know trad No! present od. ¥ at do s a'ralé do islands Manaia the rece d st exactly v s a loss among s drink.” He watched hands. They man's n was amber gray in ood features “Good <. dict. I don't will be someth For he knew knew that men and shoy root of th tion's outposts ne but because they “How do you th like Manaia? them,” w did long, well not shake clear, eyes well set br color a was Glascott's think he drinks. g worse, then. his islands, v talk French half-circle stay ¢ a id! neat at natls because th must nk you're goin loc the There trader Lockhart's o dusk blatantly blue sea ing in sight fr not shrieking f Manaia s No small whis: drone of surf the ear may have been, ever have been twittering humming of fl were one and unendi thr wind w gravel southeast amc ralsed factor the cool store m the Dblue, white. shri I3 or rious eamed ressed sounds of sm the rowne 1t cras on ery driver and the the ked pi htl iler ith ng Lockhart's has been negle n pull it up. epted courte: o b ve I ¢ Glasco bufr. ‘How do vou ader sudden Well enough answered the doc slowly. Why should any fn Manaia, where every hours at least and vears long? “Do see that?” a tor, pointing to the glaring front of the trader's doorwa afternoon and a few thin shadows ed the be giant plumes v th, said t perhaps too w filling his one day hi ars t It re. on h, lossal hand shadow of the t know,” said Glas “you are luckier than most of us 1tve up under the line.” The shadow of peated Lockhart's quite get 2 trader. pal it times and “Good-bye er to yourse: ou will. Good-bye. came the answer. * OCKHART'S trader his pipe. He Glascott had meant was too sharp to be pressed without need. Even to himself he not like acknowledging that shadow of the palm rested on as on the other traders, and on white men of the shelling fleet, the nondescript few who wand. sat finis! 4 stood unde Bu L M NEVERTHELE HELD UP AND HER DEL WITH TEARS. AWAY ( ‘WERE BEING HOLIDAY. Lock There had traders id used such a word as *bug-hunting prof- issented the trader. ledge and he the vo What's what that point home LAUNCHED. The Great Discovery Affects a South Sea Romace. from | ned a nself. etch ) the more or less a | mile white beach that was sand the palm | above, thrashed in southeast. On Manaia hundred other “low" as the a ng is The nd a It urry table coconut. the long, belt-shaped did not fall. The palm gives no true isn't about insubstantial crown, who does. | gray-green as about hart | and the vine. in | 0 the | t no never be—the sentiment of It may be palm home. that the in | his thoughts lines. Unconsc of island palm usty, ma- | wandering he shadow rest upon felt it consclously now The | more did it weigh of not they th stom the Tie the sun go down where went by upon the ver—almost nd never any Not one of the important of .the pearling Manaia, but it turns out black-lip and gold-lip sh roque, blister, button an pearl year by yvear miles long. naked divers tble. Like naia, it gun and never | | biggest ¢ isn kept The ight, bove everything els ver- It OCKHART'S was down trader — on the bout i and it and Brown store, though and went ers. He had a mind to tak Johnson h was not will { next day, and in the out back ielands You feel holid: s to 3 s 1'to your brothers a le to Join you honorably fro the oth- 1o Jones ging for endless loafing L leaflet, from the shadow of the palm lunch. So was caring, to read papers Tonight he wanted men wanted drink. He it—and for the same traders gave it to him Through the flood of Lockhart's trader learned tling things. (so the traders said) to m Had been trying for 11 course he would mot find No one ever had (Jones, of -the Manaia this unearned ree e negl ren mz the = very e vork ds had except the missior pretty young girl ol only w Te- | his wife educating Glascott himself. side of the man on Manaia her bonzer, for teen to a w with the | same pipe urry a 48| hree | all that. A ek Lockhar trader, went home to might story and beautif father, wrapped up doubtless resolved te worthily; cret mee: aps (imagination jibbed a ¢ there was not one on the whole of Mana! | of glaring sand and palms fome trader with a sad st past—a roma love's sake only something The m two ve s name sed be there interesting be a long, of him a in doc- d in tless like P mate s cott, | who | It wou n named Jones happy” sc rge size—of calk groaning opener. Swift beneath hing leisurely, nor account-——save one. TF swift, that thing counts, all other things, turns exceptions, and its own exception to a rule. It is Lockhart's trader was morning—as much as he, | > did the him the and red h LSy JACATELY SHAPED FACE UT )N THE FURTHER BEACH ALL MANAIA WAS BO! fronds, house-and-hearth association the tamed and | manizea personalities of the fig tree “lag of the wanderer, of forgotten dwellers out back, of the man who was and the man who will frond never funnel at all the most heard 1lessly about the 50-| Manaia. The shadows thrashed about on the 50 feet ess mer s on lands, man: ‘o were never out of touch of the inevi- There was only a nar- row strip of tidal beach each side of island which the tenuous, restless shadows shade star holds n Lockhart's trader understood all this, or {t may be that on slightly different for many had felt the his life had been put into words for him. So much the | e sat and smoked and watched the sea, empty a sa o islands its tale ell, d the fin The lagoon is o0 he shell is easily got by Tt i almost inexhaust- e on Ma seems as if it had never be- would cease to be. his nam books of the firm as Jones, & name somewhat over- | worked among the islands, like Smith hut vet th @ a holida aying, yo rivals 1 and holl was well aware that vacation was a shade. any-leave So was sleaping not | scting, rom home talk as had othe to hav ason. Th conversation some s Dr. Glascott was trying ke pearls o how years, out Glascott's daughter he had | on | | oman ary's wife and a rea a little kid, the missionary and from : Wouldn't look the|tle nose, and pinched sharply down help each as any white ut they all thought ge? Nine felt tha A tence, bu see his daughter th gs, per 50 mile ), a hand ory in th girl who loved for like n a book or on the stage. 1d be aw a yea easantly passed away— in his dreams—with a “take-her-and- [ e at the last and & Arran’ the tin Beneath the shadow all things are is anything of much at thing i outweigh: rules huge, Death. busy or nex any one, was ever busy—shutting things D ON over No clings its rocketing white stem and of hu- It He of ba- dusk, to look for the other trad- Jones, feeling that Manaia prom- He interesting voung professional e here, ccluded spot s a tin into dark up in preparation when his native into the store. “One reva-reva he remarked. “Hand it here,” the envelope without “Any answer?”" “No savvy.” Then, as an after- thought: Te wahine papa (the white woman) stop long kitsen.” “The what?” Jones snatched at the letter. It was directed to him in a man’s hand, clear though shaky. “What can the doctor be writing about?” he mused aloud. “Dockita,”” remarked the cooky with the air of one who has interest- ing gossip to relate, “dockita, he pinish” (finish) “My soul! is the doctor dead? “E! He go pinish. Altogether Lockhardt's trader pulled himsel: together and unfoldede the letter. “Dear Jones,” it bgean. “I have no time for prellminaries. T have been bitten by a sea-snake in the neck while investigating lagoon fish in thelr natural habitat. The for the cook boy holiday, paddled (letter) I gettum,” y u said Jones, looking taking at it poisonous. 1 am alone in my house. 1 sacrificed the bite after reaching home, and applied permanganate potash. I have also taken strychnine hypodermic, which will give me time | to write. As it is impossible to apply | a ligature was con- | sumed in reaching the houss, I have | no possible chav of recovery. 1 shall doubt dead befors my Gaughter returns. “No use commenting on things, no time. You are a gentleman, the only | one here, and I believe you to be a de- cent man. Of course you have done something. I hope it's not very bad. You will have to see 1 and as some tim o her safe to Sydney as soon as a schooner calls. Get a respectable native woman to stop with her, if thera is one. Tell her to sleep with my Colt automatic under her plilow. She understands it. Keep the other men away as much as vou can. I suppose you'll fall in love with her. For the sake of your own mother treat her right She will have money Get her awa the islands must not have her. May heaven deal with you. Pulse slowing | very much, coma supervening | Then, clear, determined, drooping across the page “JAME! faint, trailing e > u n t GLASCOTT.” Then, off into a smear “Get s d her away snake is Pelamis Bicolor, excessively | of | but I'll leave you to yourself for a couple of days.” “Little witch,” said the trader to him- self. “I wish it was the day after to- morrow. It's long to wait.” * ok K K S things happened, it was not long By 7 o'clock next morning, the old woman whom he had sent to take care of Nadine was on his veranda. “You looking out along dis wahine papa?”’ (white woman) she asked, taking her black pipe out of her mouth. “Yes,” answered Lockhart's trader. “Me t'ink,” observed old Mala, “more better you marry dis wahine papa. More better marry him hurry-up.” “I shouldn’t object,” was the trader’s answer, “but 1 daresay there'd be two words to that bargaln. I mean, Mala, that wahine papa maybe him no want alonga me-fellow,” he translated “Las’ night, me no sleep,” remarked Mala. “On?" “Las’ sleep, “Yes. called glrl! “Te wahine papa, me no sleep alto- gether. By-an’-by, him finish cly, him too much tired. No sleep, stop long bed. Me stop long floor. me talk, no him talk. By-an'-by hearem sometings. “Oh—you heard something I Me hearem one mar mans.” The trader was A red-hot word or two lips “Eo papa T said the man pretty, lomely night, te wal no Too much him I suppose o, Jones. Poor, me Two wide awake now escaped his * assented Mal agreeing. “Bad man. Come fightem along door” (hitting the door) “Te wahine papa, him taken gun, him soot up long te Yoof. Man ha flight, he go." “Did they may anything?” asked Jones furiously. Only let him get a clue to the name or names of the in- truders! He hardly knew it, but in that mo- ment his resolution was taken. It was very clear that some man would have the girl. The man should be himself. He was incomparably the most worthy on Manaia Nadine, in all honor, and most f¢ her own sake—though not a little for - should be his wife, and as | posstble. But Mala was speaking hgain “Man, him talk, yes,” she observed “Him sing out along te wahine papa, ‘Openem saf “Open the safe!” A recollection fow to the quick, | Iy a vards kitchen, but thought is and the man called Jones had time, ¢ | before he reached the separate small | hut behind the house, to realize that | his romance of ¥ dream had suddenly and embarrassingly leaped | | to complete life. Mors, he had—it | | seemed—come to the end before fairly | reaching the beginning. It was stag- | | gering. And he hadn’t even seen the | sirl The girl was sitting on a kit chalr, her head on one hand. She was not crying. She was deathly white, and had blue marks under her e T was ¢ | d £ a hen 1 Brought up here | and, about her nostrils there was a two | lit- look as if someone had placed | eruel fingers on each side of the | In the half-light Jones could not sce ine details, but the largeness of her | | dimiy-dark eyes, the masses of pa hair, the clean egg-shape of the face, were visible at a glance; nd all spelled the one word, “Beauty “Miss Glascott—how can T say ho began. The girl scarcely looking | at him, drew another letter from her pocket “I think you'd better she said; and Jones knew, by the hoarse, catarrhal sound of her voice, that she had been crying herself half sick before he came. “You want this: setting beside her filled with fiery port She took it eagerly. Jones judged that she was on the verge of a col- lapse, and glad to snatch at any kind | of help. He ran an eye rapldly over the second letter. It was in the same close seript as the first, but the llnes were more irregular. Nadine, my daughter,” it began. “You will suffer terribly when you come home and find me here, and T can't soften the blow to you. You were always brave, my girl; you will Lave to be braver ill today. Think that dad is with vou, though silent, telling you what to do, and be sure and do “I have been bitten by a snake In the neck, and can do nothing more. 1 feel coma not far off. You will find a letter addressed to Lockhart's trader. He is a gentleman, though some sort of wrong 'un; I believe you can trust him, and you must, as the mission people are all away. 1 have asked him to find a native woman to stay with vou and to take you, if he can manage it, down to Sydney by the | first schooner. Tell Lockhart Broth- ers when vou arrive, and they will see he does not lose. “There is a paper of the utmost im- portance in the little safe in the sitting- room. The key is round my neck. Leave the paper there until you go South, and then take it with you, and give it to my old friend, Professor Kaye of Syd- ney University. Your whole future—I have no time. Kaye's wife will take care—good-bye, my darling. No burlal. The boys to take me beyond the reef. Good-bye.” t see it t take a G tumbler he said s half r it * * k% % 'HE man named Jones read the let- ter. The reference to himself, which she had clearly overlooked, did not seem to hurt him. He scanned the girl with his handsome gold-gray eyes. Nadine, brought back to life and ordinary con- sclousness by the wine, gave back his look with a searching, pitiful glance of her own. “Can I trust you? Can I trust you?” she semeed to be saying. And the kindly, handsome eyes, and the firm, reliable hand that took hold of | hers, gave answer even before the man named Jones had spoken. “I know the woman for you,” he told the girl. “We'll go and find her now. The boys—did the boys—?2"" “Yes,” said Nadine hoarsely. “I told them to. He always hated—graves. And he loved the sea, and everything In it. And it has- ‘She meant to say, “It has killed him,” but her voice gave way. Nevertheless she followed the man called Jones out into the flaring sunlight, her head held up, and her delicately shaped face unstained by tears. “She is game,” thought the man to himself. A thrill of admiration ran through him. “How could a man do better?” was his thought. Glascott's sentence, “She will have money.” crossed his mind. “It can’t be much,” he thought indifferently. “The doctor lived like a poor man.” ‘Away on the farther beach canoes were being launched; the cotton finery of the native girls showed in vivid splashes of color, the khaki figures of white men moved about. All Manafa was_bound on holiday. “There will be nothing to disturb her today or tomorrow, and she can have all her cry out.” thought Lockhart's | trader. He found the woman he had Ibeen looking for, an old native with a | touch of white blood somewhere in her history; told her to take good care of | the little chieftainess, and then went back to his store. { height darted through the trader's mind, - will have money.” Could t doctor have anything hoarded away What did mean by “valuable papers Probably bonds of kind. Whatever it was, the riff-raff of the “beach” seemed to know all about it The bungalow stood i ight of the coral heach. ascott had had it bult right down on the sand for the convenience of his work “Eleven years,” thought the trader “Eleven years wasted—nothing to show for it all, and the girl buried away up here. He meant go way. He wi devil, of that ‘si he talked about. And now Now, as things had turned out shadow Was to lie on little Nadine'wlife forever. No knew better than “Jones” why an existe linked to his could not be lived elsewhere than among the “leglons of the lost.” But he had a fund of hard common sense that forbad: him to sentimentalize over the inevitable With drunken beachcombers battering at the girl's shutters in the middle of the night whatever their alleged object have been—there was only one course possible, and that must be taken at once. No schooner was due for months. He could not protect the girl for a week among that crowd— unless he had the right to do o, every hour of the twenty-four Nadine was on the veranda sat down bestde her. He saw how very fair she was. And the girl, looking t trade splendid handsome face, said to many woman in the world, who would die rather than acknowledge it, has said: “Oh, T lfke you. T think I would marry you tomorrow if vou asked me.” t she thought this as one thinks, “I would gather stars and string them, If the sky were to fall in my lap.” Then the sky fell. For Lockhart's trader slid her little hand gently into his own and said, “Nadine, what do you think about marrying me?’ “I—I—I haven’t thought about it,” sald Nadine confusedl “Don’t #ou think you could? You want to be taken care of. You can't be exposed to—to—well, you know your father left me in charge of you, and I don't see any other way. Do you, Nadine?” The girl made no answer in words. “There isn’t any other way,” sald Jones, and very gently Kissed her. At this she suddenly burst out cry- ing, and said, “I have forgotten father—oh, dear, dear 1" But the fierce fraid, poor ow of the palm’ sourse He herself, as a father! the man called Jones was not dissat- isfled. “Tomorrow,” it was agreed. And that night Iockhart's trader lay across the doorway of the bungalow outside on the verandah. And no footsteps came near the house. But in the morning he saw bootmarks on the sand below, and he silently cursed. “Today,” he said to himself. He breakfasted with Nadine, old Mala waiting. “I've something to tell ou before you marry me,” he said. “It may make you feel bad about it, but T hope it won't, because it would be difficult to manage any other way. However, it shall be as\ you like. Fifteen years ago, Nadine, I killed a man—a fight and he was dead. “Well, I had a good counsel, or they'd have hanged me. I got five years, and served it all, because I tried to escape. I had to leave England after. I tried Sydney—Buenos Aires— Hong Kong. All the same. My history came after me. I fancy the police hand on those things. Anyhow, it was the islands for me at last, and it will have to be till .the end. What do you say, now, Nadine? “I can’t do what your father wanted for you? You will have to stay in the islands.” “I always have,_ ever since I Te- member, she said in a low tone. “Anything before that seems like a dream.” “Little girl,” said Lockhart's trader, “it's not the big, live world outside that's the dream; it's the Islands themselves. We all live in a dream here.” “Then I'd rather go on dreaming,” she told him. “Things will be as_they must be,” said the man named Jones, and went out to see the magistrate. * ok Kk % "JEE way to the hut that passed for a residency was by the main road of the beach. Men were moving ex- citedly about the sand when Jones came up from the end where Glas- cott’s bungalow stood. There was loud talking and quarreling. “They are drfink,” thought Lock hart's trader, inferring that yester- day’s holiday had been too much for the crowd. He passed them by with a swinging “I'll come and see you soon,” he said, | pressing the girl's cold fingers in his |ewn warm hand. “‘Send for me instantly _ .1t anything is wanted. T ehan’t ge step- ¢ was the one white man on Manaia who did not progress with the “Pacific slouch”—and was almost t of qarshot, when a single phrase some | Fruits and Vegetables in Winter she should | may | | wantea | | given | she | whose palate y | prepared to vield to her destre. | wara Into snow and blast with cauli- | agricultural caused his tracks “Pearl manu He stood still. The wind crashed in the palms overhead, the sea burst on the coral beach. How those fellows were shouting! He could hear almost all they sald 4“1 tell you, the boy swore it. Said he had seen the pearls. In a bottle. Big as buttons.” “Yes, all from the same small place, where he'd planted the oysters him- delf. | X' swear, lie ' got iftibefors 4 = Whe him to turn around in ture. her she does or doesn't don't matter. Some of us will—" “It's a millfon fortunes— The man named Jones was a quick thinker. He turned off through the palms, and went back to the bunga- low unseen Nadine was she had gone not on the verandah; into the hot little sitting room, and was standing before ths steel safe that Glasscott had im- ported from Sydney, only a month or two carlier. In hand was a key “Are you going to look for the pa- pers?’ he asked her. “Do you know what they are?’ “No,” answered the girl. “But I thought—I thought—there might be another letter for me, and I didn't want 10 miss—-" “Nadine—1s know what “What The men on the heach are saying | that vour father found the secret before he died—it seems his boys saw things.” “He never told me, her eyes growing big. “He—he only said—1 remember, lately, he used to be always telling me that I should never want for anything, and that we would take a trip to Parfs. But I didn’t listen as I should have. You know, every one in the islands says things like that” “Ay, 1 know! Well, I can under- stand his not telling you. He thought you were safer without such a plece | of knowledge—it would be a bit heavy for you. But the boys have it away. T think vou'd better| open the safe and look inside. As well be sure | Why?" sald Nadine, turning round | with the key in her hand—and now | was alive and awake—"why don't | you Iike it? “Did T say T dldn't? “Your voice tells me." i “My volce tells ltes. I'm very glad ed, If it turns out true—for vour it possible you people are saying? don’t | sald Nadine, Wy no “Let me turn the key for you: safe keys aren’t managed like that— there.” “It Is true,” breathed Nadine star- ing into the safe. - There was a small bottle inside, with five or six pearls in it, large, beautifully colored, and | uniform in size. There was another bottle, full of lesser gems, almost all the same size to a hair. Between the two lay a small parchment envelope, sealed, the name of a well known Australlan man of sclence written on It. The girl heard catch his breath “What is it?" she asked round to look at him. She was learn- ing love's lessons quickly. .Her man #hould not suffer pain that she could prevent But Jones had notiing to say le stood, staring at the lagoon Was it t light that made his face 5o pi “They are worth a good bit,” he said. “One could easily hire a pearl- ing lugger—and catch the steamer as the Kariva Islands. One could get off tomorrow or today. I could you to Kariva.” ‘What do you mean in a low, startled understand.” “I've got to make you everything.” He went the sudden clutch of gers. Nadine, don't your father got that he died—about the history parasite that makes the there's no reason why some one was bound to u're about the biggest heiress in all the world. You can't on living in the islande. It would be madness.” * % GJFATHER used to say,” said the girl breathlessly, “that if he ever dld complete the life-history of the parasite, and produce it when- ever he chose, it would destroy the pearl industry, and smash prices.” “When {t's known—Yes, But as long the secret fs kept in right hands, there's mililons In it Can’t you understand, vou're a sort of lit- le princess, or going to he? And—I no man—it wouldn’t be right or decent—to tie you to these outback places at the end of the world Nadine was quite w, exceedingly aw “Then you don't wish to marry any longer?” she asked. *You not going to marry n “Nadine, how could I “I would “I'd be the Lockhart's trader ked Nadins voice. “I don't This changes desp the small fir You see? seeret 1 before of the pearls—and he shouldn’t cool and me, are do it lowest of curs if swinging | 1 | | i and not murmured another place this the shadow—as your father life. He never wanted in it. If you married me, in the shadow for good you who are the richest girl in the —It's no use. I've made you cry again. Nadine!” But the girl had darted awa Jones took another turn up and | down the verandah. If she was cry- ing, he could not hear her “Nadine!” he called answer, but he could hear her stir- ring, somewhere about the back ve randah. The sounds stopped. Tt was quiet in the he for the eter- nal shrilling of the wind among the palms. Mala had g ut: the place was very solitary. Noth heard. Nothing to see, but of the blow and hibiscus be Tike I'm in —for to stay you'd he made no golden before and Black round vou | | | | | “LAS NIGHT. TE WAHINE PAPA NO SLEEP. TOO MUCH HIM CLY.” house in & ind,” ¥ ered. “Wh P vou heer He n b pers comme sure that angelical no tool—r “I've burr Prof. Kaye thing left perhaps a been Sent Here in Increasing Variety BY DUFFY GILFORD, HEN 0. Henry's heroines sent hier worship ful lover into the fey at- mosphere 1o get her peach, she provided him with nearly as difficult a task as the | princess who desired a head or two of some disagreeable dragon. For, not so long peaches were hardly more accessible in January than was any of M s monstars in any of the fruit dealers who were when ar » res supposed to tell_ you that a score of years ck a Washingtonian had as much 1o to moisten his throit in August or September as he has today—if he a fresh orange with which to de Today he may fn January or June—with a fresh orange. He may crunch on a morsel of delicious strawberry shortcake while woRrying about the coal biil Fruits or vegetables are no longer out of season. That is, they may be out of season, but they are on B street in the market district. Hera O. Henry's obliging lover might have found, not only peaches from South America, but also strawberries from Florida, grapes from Belgium and cherrfes from Argentina. In past years a Washington lad rned for the juice of a strawberry Christmas had to walit until when the States of Virginia and North Carolina were But may tickle her palate whenever it pleases her. That §she is so doing is indicated by figures at the Department of Agriculture. Whereas Florida back in 1916 did not ship her first strawberry until March, the records show that in 1922 17 cars of the chveted berries left the State to all parts of the country in January, and 105 followed in Feb ruary, while the following vear 123 cars’ were shipped in January and 434 in February. When we consider that every car is made up of 96 pony refrigcrators, each of which contains 64 or, more commonly, 80 quarts of strawberries, it is evident that fur coats and icy lawns are not clogging the digestion of the luscious berry. Nor are they interfering with any of our edibles. While @feticians laud the benefits of fruits and vegetables, trains from California rumbie east sprinkle his throat now milady flower, lettuce and grapes. The advent of vegetables as an all- year commodity may also be seen by figures. In comparison to 40 cars of celery received by Wash- ington in November and December of 1918, 86 cars arrived here in the last two months of the past vear. More- over, 26 of these came from Califor- nia, whereas the majority of the 1918 product consisted of old stock from New York. Lettuce affords another instance. Twelve cars in the two months of 1918 to compare with 70 for Novem- ber and December of 1924. If the dieticlans are correct, we are indeed becoming healthy. S UR simple ancestors would un- doubtedly widen their eyelids at our lettuce and tomato salads in Jan- uary. Folks who Gispense with their flannel underwear and grind their teeth on celery, when they should be chattering, must be queer. How much)| more surprised would they be to learn of our botanical discoverles! What would they who regarded our succulent mushrooms, oozing their flavor into our soups and steaks, as “them awful polson things’—what would they say after an introduction to our honeydew, our artichokes, our endive and our alligator pears? And when they heard that to in- dulge our tastes we ring Mexico for all-year-round honeydew, Belgium for endive, Costa Rica and Cuba for pine- apples in Winter, and Panama and Colombia for alligator pears if Flor- ida slackens up on her supply—they would probably be speechless. Homely, unromantic turnips and carrots may have satisfied the race of the “three R's,” but the people of “ologles” and “isms” want the new, the different and the scarce. Thus, even | sale. the California grape, known as the Red | Emperor, must often make way for lts more distant and elaborate cousin ONE OF WASHINGTON'S VETERAN FRUIT DEALERS DISPLAYING A SHIPMENT O THEY ARRIVE IN WASHINGTON FROM FLORIDA EACH MORNING DURING THE WINTER. STRAWBERRIES. from Spain, the Malaga. or for the black Hamburg from Belgium. This blue Belgian beauty, rovally cushioned in cotton, requires an ex- pensive passport, but what dealer would not sacrifice a bit of profit for ‘a trace of class? And what charming hostess could resist the temptation to impress her guests with imported fruit—even if it dis tacted her budget? That these scarce and novel delec- -ables shrivel the purse is unques- tionable. Unpretentious “cukes” pur- chasable for 2 to o cents in the season, are now 16 to 20 cents whole- It makes a difference whether you've been raised on a plantation in Norfolk, Va., or a hothouse in Flo ida! So with the smooth and silky tomatoes from Marietta, Ohlo, and Terre Haute, Ind. Rhubarb, puffing out a goodly sized bag in the season for a nickel or a dime, s now lording on the stands at 49 to 50 cents a pound. Peas may be procured rea- sonably enough in Washington cans but Mrs. Housewife sends her hus band after a better job and gets her peas from a Florida pod. Not only the freight rate is re- sponsible for the boost in price of out-of-season fruits Their limited area of production (or they would not be out-of-season) contributes. Also the method by which they must be packed. A Pullman is more ex- pensive than a coach, and straw. berries arriving in a pony refriger- ator with an ice contalner must needs have their price tripled. Spanish grapes in kegs of crushed cork and California grapes in red- wood sawdust probably weigh four times as much as they do in the Prices may be high, but not too high, for people who have banished poverty to ths place of and wigs. Notwithstandigg the difference be- Marshall Anniversary (Continued from Fourth Page.) of Delegates. He was a leadel, too, in developing water powers and estab- lishing mills and other useful enter- prises in his section His home, Honeywood, has been bullt by his father, in 1801, on a high bluff overlooking the upper Potomac, about 80 miles above Washingten. * * X *x ALEIGH COLSTON died in 1823. His widow, sister of the Chief Justice, lived with her son until her death in 1842. When Justice Marshall presented the bust of his nephew, he made this qulet comment on the genius and accuracy- of the sculptor: “Edward, this is the best likeness of me that ever has been made. In 1858 Honeywood was destroyed by fire, the cause of which never was discovered, and the Colston family removed to Midway, an adjoining plantation, which they owned. What was left of the Marshall bust was one of the treasures rescued. Forty years ago Innes Randolph, | poet, artist, musician and an amateur sculptor of taste and skill, became fascinated with the remnant of Houdon's work-—possibly because he had written the once famous address to the statue of Marshall when it was unveiled on Capitol Square in Rich- mond, beginning “We're glad to see you, John Marshall, my bo: As a labor of love he volunteered to re- pair the broken places in the face with clay of precisely the same shade, and he did the work so well that hardly a trace of the old injuries can be detected, and features, expression and lines are as they came from Houdon's hands. More recently, the late Douglas H. Thomas of Baltimore, a great-grand- nephew of the Chief Justice, had a sculptor make several copies in plaque form, adding neck and torso, with collar, cravat and coat of the perfod in which the original was made. These were for members of the families immediately concerned, but one was sent to the Virginia Historical Society. gold teeth | Summer without their accouterments. | | while it {s still gree tween the fruit market day and its predecessor t has not yet reached velopment. South America heart of the Winter are st many a housewife She ve come to depend ore long she will sence to be ob astonal enowflake. Nor will she be that frults and a decade agt its final de herr has not on them, t allow cured by an the under the {llusio vegetables are onl good in eeason. True, South America peaches now are rather They lack the savor of the mer peach tasteless 1c But not becaus out of season. It is possible relish a peach now as in August, bu because of the long haul needed fo the Southern peach it is plucked However, sinc we will not sacrifice our appetites for a laggard engine, it will be necessary the improve the engine and quicker the transportation. Plums and apricots are not abun dant at present because of the Gov ernment’s ban on the African crop which, it was declared, contained in jurious seeds. Argentina, however has heard of the edict and is porspir ing over a futurc supply. In the case of blackberries and raspberries nc body has a8 vet attempted to provide these out of season, but even this de ficiency will undoubtedly be remedied soon. So much for the fruit#® we know We have no guarantee, however, t our knowledge and appetites wiil nc be extended We have cultivated taste for the alligator pear as w formerly did for the olive. Many a face was contorted over this greer delicacy because it was favored by the elite. Many an Englishman countenance today becomes wWry over one of our grapefruits, sent by us to our overssas Mrether, not in anxiety to please his palate, “ut to. relieve our overprodaction. We may again. We may be the surplus_crop dainties land. The career of the checkered. But the ollve and such may find in the fact that new fruit tables will be of great cross-word puzzle makers succumb before style victims of in another fruitstand anemies of thel consolatic