Evening Star Newspaper, May 17, 1931, Page 80

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €. MAY 17, 1031, A New Story By Cosmo Hamilton HE presents had made a brave show in her New York drawing room. several of pearls, had credulcusly, “Look, even her husband has re- membered her birthday, it stems.” Lunch at uwmammgtmm‘n.nboxprtynme opera—the event had” been celcbrated as well as it deserved. But Hobart, who had given his wife that string, had gone out of town to play golf. The presents still covered her tabie when she returned to the smart white house called, ironically, hcme. This was Lillian’s fifth birthday as Mrs. Curtis Hobarf, but-the first during any hour of which she had faced herself up. But be- cause of something quite unintentional, per- haps, in the tail of Enid’s remark, she found herself looking at life through a window the exdstence of which came as & great surprise. It gave on a View quite different from the one that she knew so well Peace was there and beauty, respensibility. and content, as well as almost' inconceivable indifference to the false excitement of the dull society round. She was painfully aware of something in it that tugged at the strings of her heart, that gave . her a new sudden sense of soreness and dissatisfaction, homesickness and tears. She found herself saying, “This is not life. I am not living. I am only pretending to live. What am I missing, I—who have all that I want?” and let them pass her door. But without knowing why she slipped into & peignoir, went Cmmmsfiningoncm. His face had eaught the sun. “Gocd morning and good night,” he said. “Have you had a good time today?” There was a curious laugh bis eyes. ‘“Wonderful. Come and Jock at my presents He did so, uncomfortably conscious of the Mthnhewul,mmthotm “Quite a show,” he said. “Something from every one. And even my husband remembered my birthday, it seems. He could hear the young leaves turning on the trees in the park—the little town cousins of trees. But he failed to hear the strange new turning of the heart that wasnt his. He nodded, smiled and went. “No, T ei 1] THi i {! 4 I AL DR ) P I X AN ATy ) - R IR PN P AT e ‘A man came out of the kitchen carry- ing @ tray—a man with a smile of wel- eome on his sun-tanned face. find themselves in a small corner of nature with Spring the inspiration e - al to a beginning all In a garden alive with flowers there stood Great Basin wire worm, just as widely uniavorably known as the the snapping beetle, is one HAEH P Tk Forests Aid Farming. of these areas, and this huge section is kept under constant Government supervision to pre- vent depletion, fire and overgrasing of the pasture land. The reservation of the forests, however, does not Idaho, Wyoming and Arisona. Because of the steep and extensive water- shed, these lowland areas are absolutely de- pendant, according to the Department of Agri- culture, on the trees on the mountains to keep the flow of water more or less steady during all the open months, Without the trees heavy rains would mean disastrous floods, and the rapid melting of snow in Spring would result likewise. With the flow of water from the melting snow the of water would soon be depleted, and the dry months of Summer and Fall would be no reserves of water to work paratively slowly down the mountainsides. The national forests include spproximal 80 per cent of the tall timber and watershed LY Hiik 1] iR §E il ; it : p i s il H !k%t sky reedxi ¥ £ : ifit sEpis ¥ ik g} W §1?£i1§ : i SH! had never supposed that anything funny could enter into this, But when she caught sight of Curtis, the finished man of the world, peeling potatoes in his shirt sleeves with concentration of one who was engaged om 1588 ; i th S T P L T T it Fi31 ei§§§