Evening Star Newspaper, April 13, 1930, Page 97

2' N, D. C, APRIL 13, 1930. LR, vt Stories of the Past Year N\ N N il he didn't get mad, I don't mean, but he just kept telling Dr. Rogers that it wouldn't do, he couldn't think of it, he’d made his bed—" “Divorce her what for?” Jenny interrupted RNSSSS SN ‘breat.hlessly. “Well, he—this other doctor—he said she was ruining him. And so she is!” Delia added emphatically. “What with late hours, and pick- ing on him all the time, and not letting him have the nurses he wants for his office, and being jealous of his lady patients——" “Is she? Jealous of his lady patients? “It she!” cried Delia. “And the names, too. He had one nurse she threw a fit about. Miss Fielding, her name was. I saw her once, time I had my swollen glands and he had me come down there. Pretty little thing she was. Young and awful sweet. He said she was the best nurse he ever had, but she made him get rid of her.” “Well—do you think. " Here Jenny also leaned forward, and her voice became a half whisper—“do you think there was anything to it?” Delia shook her head. “No,” she said flatly. “Wasn't a thing to it, just her suspicioning. I know, because he told Dr. Rogers. He said he couldn’t help what he felt, but he said he eould help what he did. And he said he’d been faithful to her and he hoped he could keep on At 28 East Twentieth street, New York City, is the birthplace of America’s first city-born President—Roosevelt. The old mansion is pre- served as a museum and contains, besides much of the original furniture, the cradle in which the dynamic Chief Executive was rocked. The ~ Oyster Bay home and tomb nearby are among - the most frequently visited presidential shrines. 'Au. the Cleveland shrines are in New Jersey. At Caldwell is the manse in which the minister’s son was born. At Princeton is the home to which he retired from the presidency, and in President’s Row, in the Princeton Cem- | etery, the grave of the twenty-second President, who was also the twenty-fourth. Mount Vernon is said to number more vis- ftors than any other historic spot in the United States. An old Negro, a descendant of a Washington slave, keeps watch over the tomb in the garden and explains the family connec- tions of the other graves to those interested. While Washington's birthplace at Wakefield bas long since disappeared, it is now being exactly duplicated. President Monroe’s beautiful home, Oakland, in Loudoun County, Va., is now privately owned. A fenced inclosure in the garden shows where the body of Mrs. Monroe lay for years until jit was removed to the Woodlawn Cemetery in [Richmond, to rest beside that of President [Monroe. Montpeller, the ancestral home of President [Madison, is one of the showplaces of Virginia. though it is now privately owned, it is opened | Q%/t Nflfl@%l being.” Delia hesitated. “He sald it was ‘cricket.’ ” “Said it was what?” “Cricket.” They exchanged a puszled glance. “I thought maybe you'd know,” Delia mure mured. “No.” “Well. Anyway. That's what he said.” “How long’ve they been married?” Jenny ine quired. “Four years, Four or five years. I don’t just know how long exactly.” Delia’s voice lacked interest in this particular point. “He’s making money now, all right, I guess,” she went on, “Not as much as she’s got, of course, but— some. He pays for this apartment, for instance, She owns all the stuff, but he pays the rent. “The stuff’s nicer'n the apartment, seems to me,” Jenny remarked. Delia was loyal. “Oh, I don’t know, nowl Rents are awful high in this part of town.” “That's right too.” “He’s spending all he makes,” Delia said, “I know that. Throwing it all in with what she spends. He tries to pay half the running ex- penses, but she spends so much he can’t, and he’s always trying to get her to cut down. He - wants to save some, you see, to pay her back for all she spent helping him in the beginning. Continued From Third Page occasionally to the public. People travel from - far and wide to wander in the famous boxe hedge garden, laid out by the immortal “Dolly,” and to linger by the mossy marble tomb under the pink crepe myrtle tree, where sleep the “great little Madison” and his charming spouse. Monticello, the home of President Jefferson, s an old mansion on & mountain top near Charlottesville, Va. The gave of the framer of the Declaration of Independence, in the heart of the estate, and the splendid restoration of the house provide a memorable pilgrimage. “Let us honor our Presidents in Washington by monuments and memorials, but do not dis- turb their rest in the home soil,” said an old guard at Mount Vernon when told of the con- troversy. “After all, their public lives belonged to the people, but their hearts always turned toward home.” (Copyright, 1930.) Ontario Studies Mine Safety. So successful bhave mine-safety and minee rescue activities of Bureau of Mines been that experts from Ontario have come here for Instruction. Recently four officials of the Ontario Department of Mines and an official of the Ontario Metals Mine took up a course of training at the Pittsburgh station, and obtained thorough preparation in all phases of this work, which has done so much to lower the death rate of the mines, But he'll never do it. Not with her extravagant like she is. I tell you what I think.” Delia’s eyes narrowed craftily. “I think she don’t want him to pay her back. I think she’s afraid if he ever got it all paid he’d think, ‘Well, that’s that,’ and go off and leave her. So she keeps him in debt all the time, so he never can.” THERE was a brief pause. “Did you notice his picture?” queried Delia. “On the stand beside her bed?” Jenny hadn’t. “Come on, I'll show you.” They moved back into the bed room, leaving the dressing room dark behind them. Delia picked up the photograph in its heavy silver frame and handed it proudly to Jenny. “That’s him.” “He sure is handsome!” “He’s handsomer than that, even,” Delia said. “That don’t do him justice. He’s got the bluest eyes you ever saw, blue as—I don’'t know what. “There’s a picture of her in his room,” Delia said, “if you’'d like to see it. I got to go in there anyway. I didn’t turn down his bed yet. “They got separate rooms,” Jenny observed as they filed out. ’ Continued From Ninth Page into the city and held themselves in waiting ready for any contingency that might arise? To mention them individually would take up too much space, but a list of the corps, old and new, uniformed and equipped and ready for service as given in The Star of April 9, 1861, will no doubt prove interesting. They included: ‘The Washington Light Infantry Battalion, three companies, Col. J. Y. Davis, commanding. Capt. Towers of Company A, Lieut. Williams of Com- pany A, Lieut. Fisher of Company B, and Lieut. Uttermehle of Company C; Sergts. Coleman, Beers, Martin, McDermott and Barstoff, and Corps. Orton, Sheehan, Lord and Stallings. In all 164 men. The National Guard Battalion had three com- panies and 164 men, with Col. Tait command- ing; Lieut. Loyd of Company A, Capt. King of Company B, and Capt. McKim of Company C. The National Rifles, with Capt. Smead in charge, numbered 75 men. The other officers being First Lieut. Davis, Second Lieut. Webb, First Sergt. R. Mayo, Jr., and Second Sergt. Matthews. The Anderson Guard, Capt. Foxwell, had 50 men, while the Montgomery Guards had 64 men in its ranks. The Tenallytown Rifles, Capt. H. Blount, was recruited up to 64; while Company A of the Union Regiment, with Capt. Carrington, Pirst Lieut. Ward and Sergts. Murphy, Wood, Fas- naught and Gordon, had in all 130 men. Other companies listed and their officers were: Washington Rifies, Capt. Balbach and Lieut. Leffler; Turner Rifles, Capt. Gerhardt; Company B of the Union Regiment, Capt. Kelly; Carrington Home Guards, Capt G.od- Fortune Tell é. Continued From Tenth Page Reggie’s room for the night she found that the lady had burned up a great many papers— letters, they seemed to be—in the brass flower bowl. And made a nice mess doing it, too. By now Atlantic City was dark, A shrewd wind blew along the sand. Jim and Cathie, arm linked in eager arm, strode hatless along the boardwalk, their cheeks tingling with the “salt cold. “Jimmie, I want to go. teller man—oh, don’t laugh every time I tell you about him! The fortune teller man sald it was going to turn out all right. He said it would be hard. But he said it all depended on you—on one person, that is, and who else could it be? So, of course, it will go well. He that if I cared enough I would have a reward in 10 years. And I do, Jim, I What's 10 years in the Cafiadian woods if wuc end of that time people know you are best construction engineer in the world? said I would be lonely. But he’s wrong. I'll never be lonely where you are.” And Jim, very proud of the courage of this wonderful new wife of his, laughed at the silly business of the fortune teller. But he inter- rupted their walk to demonstrate to her how she never would be lonely with him. Think what it would be to be Raj Hanoum the All-seeing! Think what his wonderful gift did in just the few brief houfs to in- fluence the lives of any number of people! The Raj was relaxing himself now. In a small back room behind a soft drink stand. where the drinks were not so soft as they were in front. You would hardly recognize Raj. He no longer wore his turban, so his bright red hair was plain to see. He no longer wore his dark complexion, so his blue eyes were as Irish and shiffy as you please. EEntil 'HE Raj was quite cozy and friendly with his I+ two companions. He drew from his pocket a roll of 10 five- dollar bills. “Gee, Michael, a big day, wasn’i #?” “Well—I've seen worse. Only 10, but all women. “The dames sit there with their mouths open begging for more. Whatever you tell 'em they tie up to their own racket. Women are that way. Sort of foolish. They wouldn’t be hand~ Ing me their greenbacks if they weren't, Men do it, too, but not so much. “But women want to know what'e going to - D. C. Volunteers 13 %% By Katherine Brush “Sure,” said Delia. “You don’t think she’s let him see her asleep, do you? With wrinkle plasters on, and a chin strap, and gloves?” “My, my,” Jenny said. “This is his room. And that’s her, over there on the chifforobe.” Jenny approached the chifforobe. “She’s nice lookin’,” she sald presently. “She don't look so terribly old.” “She dont, eh?” said Delia tersely. “You ought to see her.” Another silence. Only Delia’s hands, spanke ing the pillows into plumpness, made sound. “Her eyes loc: so—so sort of sad,” Jenny said hesitantly. “Or—not sad, exacly but—" Delia did not speak. “I feel kinda sorry for her.” Jenny said queerly, abruptly. “Too, I mean. Sorry for her t00." “You're crazy!” - “Well—I—" . “Sorry for her?” Delia demanded incredu- lously, hands on hips. “We-ell—" Jenny’s momentay allegiance died hard. But it died. “Maybe not,” she sald slowly. “Maybe not.” (Copyright, 1930.) Saved Capital. dard, and the Potomac Light Infantry, Capt. McKenny. The Star also gives a list of the persons who headed unattached contingents and who were also inspected by Maj. McDowell, the assistant adjutant general, U. S. A. Their names and the number of their equipment—which prob- ° ably also means the number of ‘men—were &8 follows: Capt. P. W. Jones, 74 long-range rifies; Capt. C. O. Berry, same; Capt. C. W. Rodier, 74 long- range rifles; Capt. James Goddard, 87-rifled muskets; Capt. Stewart, 75 cavalry equipments; Capt. Marks, 68 rifled muskets; Capt. Kelly, 65 rifled muskets; Capt. Carrington, 130 rifled muskets; Capt. W. H. Nally, 139 long-range rifles; Capt. Thistleton, 75 rifled muskets; Capt. Samuel Owen, 80 sets cavalry equipments; Capt. Gerhardqt, 80 long-range rifles; Capt A.rnold, 65 rifled muskets; Capt. Rutherford, 65 longe range rifles; Capt. McKim, 80 rifled muskets; Capt. Dubant, 73 rifled muskets; Capt. Digges, 73 rifiled muskets; Capt. Morrison (county), 64 rifled muskets, and Capt. Powell (city), 64 long~ range rifles. In its brief comments regarding the muster< ing in of the District troops, The Star said: “The men were all eager to serve, and as Company C, Capt. McKim, were willing to & man to enlist, the whole company was taken to ;he disappoitnment of Companies A and B, and—— “At 2% o'clock the Washington Rifies, Capt. Balback, marched up the Avenue to the War - Qq' S 3R S ™~ Frazess gs:é:iég Hi s§§§§§ T 4l lih EiEREER Ptk 3 go E it i F-] . | - i 83F ehil Y ¥t g 38 Bt i £ §& éfi ; g § § EEE :.:EEE‘ ?igégfié Tha iy &g Eég Ht gEhg sg 2 | 1283 ESEagsc il L g gs ] £ H i 5 % M -4 § “You've got the slickest racket on the boarde 3 ] i they want to hear. I think Il send ’'em om voyages to Europe where meet a dasl man, tomorrow, Well—— G'night, fellows.” (Copyright, 1920.) n