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"T Tell, la**." says? "howj
\ f\ f are you coming along
y V at the Malson Nolr?
Still getting awty wrlth
thr bluft that you're an heiresijpnodel.
I nee nods careless. "Why not?" she
fcsks. "It ain't much to do."
"Xot when you ?ay it quick." s.?ys
I. "But it strikes me as some clever
little act. I expect, though, when you
jjpt on some of thore gorgeous gown*,
you look the part."
?That Pierre say so." admits Inex,
ducking her chin coy.
"Bit?" says I. "Who's Pierre?"
-The boss?Mister Lefleur." says
"You don't mean it?" says I. "It's
come to that so soon, has It? Yon call
^ the boss Pierre? Or is that just the
?way you speak of him when you're
back in the dressing room with the
other girls?"
"He asks me to call him Pierre,
fays Inez. "Yesterday, when he takes
me out to tea dance."
"Wha-a-at:" I gasps. "Say, you are
| & fast worker, Inez. What's your line
with him, anyway?"
"I don't do anything," protests Inez.
"But yesterday comes some awful
rich customers from Texas?what you
call oily rich ones Mother and two
daughters. Big girls. And homely!
You should sec. Lotta diamonds on,
though, and they talk loud. That Ma
dame Beauvoir, head saleslady, she
put her nose up and don't show 'ein
?much. Only called out some of the
tall, skinny girls. They was goin'
away mad, too, when Mister Lefleur
comes in. He knows rich folks when
he sees 'em. you bet. So he asks em
to sit down again and he sends word
hack to me to put on that DuBarry
"The which?" says I.
* * * *
ImBarry." explains Inez.
?^ "That's just the shop name of
t the dress. It's bare, all right. Not
much but jet beads and black voile.
And you know how much it cost, Tril
by May? Fifteen hundred dollars! I
saw it on the ticket. Swell, though.
And when the dressers get me into it.
with my hair ell fixed, and a long
black ostrich fan in my hand. I walks
out with my shoulders swingin' slow
and my chin up. Say! That fat old
lady almost falls off her chair. 'Just
your style. Mabel," ?lie says, 'I'll say
?o.' says Mabel. "Wouldn't I knock
?em for a goul if I wore that to the
Kaster ball In San Antone. Mommer?'
?You shall,' says Mommer. 'How
much?' And quick as winkin" Mister
Lefleur steps up to me. snips off the
tap, and says. "1 make you special
price. Madame, for the pleasure to
know that it will be worn by your
charmant daughter. This costume
was designed by FUmmeur himself?
the great Flammeur. We should get
for it twenty-five hundred. But to
JOU ? Then hf whispers in her
par. I heard. Two thousand! And
Mommer acts like he'd made her a
present. Then I have to show some
more evening gowns; one for other
Bister, and one for Mommer. 'Send em
to the Plutoria Hotel, suite B,' she
tells him, and writes check for whole
shooting match right off. Well! When
they are gone Mister Lefleur smiles
all over his face. "Vive le Texas!' he
* ?ings out. "Also vive Ma'mselle Inez!
It was your wonderful figure that
Jielps make the so grand sale. Come
ma cherie. We shall go to the tea
dansant for a celebration. Wear any
thing you wish. No! I must select
your hat.* And say, you oughta seen
them other girls vhen I walks off
\ with the boss and gets in taxi cab!
We went to swell place, and that's
when he says I mutt call him Pierre.
Yes. he's nice to me all time now."
"Listens that way, I'll say," says I.
"But you know the?e Frenchies, Inez.
Watch your step."
"Huh!" says Inex. "He's all right,
that one. Mushy, that's all. I could
spank him easy if *ie got fresh. But
be don't. He knows I got rich uncle
and thinks 1 do this just to get hins
mad. Klnda soft, eh?"
"With your boss buffaloed like
that," says I, "soft is the word. Hon
est. Inez. I didn't know you were
?such a vamp. And you haven't had
much practice lately, either."
I shouldn't have added that last, for
Inez is a bit touchy over the fact that
for several months past she's had no
male admirer dangling around. I be
lieve she's even a "bit green-eyed be
cause I've gone out so much 'with
Barry Piatt, for perhaps you re
member that at lir? Barry could see
nothing but those gray eyes of Inez
ai.d her pink and white complexion.
Of course, she never was strong for
Barry. He wasn't b?r ideal at all. Xot
I dashing or roraant1" enough for her.
But his quick shift to me never set
very well with Inez. And here she
had a chance to come back at me.
* * * *
'HAT'S happened to that Barry
* Piatt?" she asks. "I don't see
him comin' around so much now."
"Barry?" says I. "Oh. I expect he's
\vorking on his new play."
"Yes?" says Inez. "He used to
come ?ii<2 read you pieces."
"I know." says I. "Don't you worry
?bout Barry, though."
Yet I couldn't deny that it had
t>een nearly two v^eeks since 1 had
Been him; not since we held the wake
over "The Prince and the Flapper."
And that wasn't at all like Barry.
He'd been consistent, if nothing else:
at least twice a week showing up at
the theaters to see me home, and al
ways with some little party planned
for Sunday evenipg, my only free
True, he'd rather given up urging
me to name the date when I'd let him
lake me to The Little Church Around
the Corner. For y<*u know there for
a while Barry used to spring that on
all occasions. Oh. yes. He was a
I jicrsevering youth, but short on dis
cretion. He would shoot that over at
tlie most unheard-of times and places,
and always the wrong ones: when I
was a wreck after a matinee and an
evening performance: on the subway
train, with straphangers standing on
? our toes; or just as the waiter was
serving tripe and onions. Never on a
chance moonlight drive in his old
roadster, when-l mtght have listened.
No. Then he'd be explaining that the
knock came from a cracked porce
lain in one of the spark plugs and
-wasn't really the fault of the motor.
Nor when we'd be having one of our
long walks in the park. He'd take up
the time then sketching out a new
act he was writing, or a new piece of
business that had just occurred to
Xot that he'd altogether given up.
but he'd sort of settled down to a
calm wait until be* thought I was
ready. You knowf" The good pal
Muff. And now to have him drop out
of sijrht without a word?well. 1
juit-sed him. that's all. For he is a
nice boy. Barry. A bit self-centered,
of course. 1 suppose all budding
fpnulses are. and more v? when
they're full blown. Likes to be told
how clever he la, arid all that. Pre
cious little of that he got from me.
Instead I'd kid him on being the
greatest dramatist on W^st 57th
But we got along nicely. We
chuckled over the game jokes, liked
to do about the same things, and had
a lot in common. Besides, we had
made our first strike together, and
had helped each other when the going
was rough. That .counts a lot.
.So I wondered what had become of
Barry. For a while 1 thought he
might be laid up with a cold or some
and favored me with no more atten
tion. Finally, when the ginger ale
had been brought and Barry had
passed her his silver pocket flask to
complete the high ball which she in
sisted she was "simply perishing for,"
he had a chance for a few words with
"We've been on the go for ten
days," he explains. "Showing Sudie
May the high spots. She wants to see
it all, you know. They do at sixteen
"Then she isn't at school?" I aslced.
"S-s-h!" says Barry, behind his
'?Its apt to." say* I. "Kept you
busy, too, I take It?"
"Busy!" ?ay? he. "Why, I've'danced
ray toes off, lost more sleep than 1
can make up In a month, and spent
more money than?well, we'll not
dwell on that. She has no more 'dea
of the cost of things than a tv.o
year-old. Nor any more discretion.
The things she most wants to do ->re
those she's been told she mustn't do."
"She does dance well, though," I re
marks, following her with my eyes as
! she passed with her new partner.
* * * *
<<t IKE a dream!" says Barry. Then
*? he caught a glimpse of the
couple and added: "But I don't like
the way that old rounder If holding
j her., Look."
j "I should say." I puts in. "look at
I the way she's holding him."
I "Oh. well"' says Barry. "She""* jutt
, a kid. And I'm awfully glad you
j turned up tonight. Trilby May."
"Arc you?" says I. "How well yon
thing, but when I called up the board
ing house on the phone they said he
was out. Then I tried to think what
he might he up to. And at last 1 dug
up a clue. Hadn't he mentioned a
Sudie May Lee who was up from At
lanta with her mother? He had. I
recalled that he'd spoken of her as a
typical southern flapper. She was the
sister of a hall bedroom boarder,
young Marvin Lee, who was scrubbing
along as a sub-clerk in some cotton
broker's office.
"Can it be." I aiked myself, "that
Barry has fallen for a Dixie flapper?
How foolish!"
* You see. 1 didn't really know the
Atlanta brand, and I thought I knew
Barry. That's why 1 gave him the
"Not guilty" so prompt. Yes. 1 de
cided offhand that sorpething besides
a young thing just out of boarding
school must be occupying Barry's
mind and time. Still. I wasn't going
to write him a no'ie or give myself
away in any other manner. There
could he no harm, though, in dropping
in at Tortoni's for (inner some niglit.
It was our favorite joint and I had as
much right to go there as he had. Be
sides, I'd ask Ines to go along.
"No. ' says Inez. "I can't stand that
Italian food. And anyway, I gotta go
to first movie show. N'ew release
with a new star in it."'
"Far be it from me." says I. "to
lure you away from anything like
that. But I've just got to have some
spaghetti Milanaise once more."
* * * *
CO at 6:15 that night I had Karl, the
fish-eyed head waiter, tow me to
the little table in the corner and
stalled him ofT when he asked if Mr.
Piatt was to join me.
There s no telling, Karl," says I.
"It has happened, eh'"'
"I bet you." says Karl!
At that, though, it almost didn't. I
had finished dinner, all but a poor
guess on patisserie, and was sipping
a demi tasse and glancing around at
the various lively parties at other ta
bles. Not so txcHh.g, you know,
when you're playing a lone hand: es
pecially in a place where you've ha'd
such good times with your own bunch
along. You can protend to be enjoy
ing it. but nobody believes you. They
1 just wonder where the man Is anil
why he isn't keeping his date,
j And then I heard this high-pitched.
| ripply giggle and looked up to see
Barry and another young chap com
. ing in with a slim, bobbed-haired girl
I who was cuddling up chummy to
Barry and whlsperipg something very
confidential in his right ear. They
j settled themselves at a nearby table.
. Barry with his back tulned and the
: girl facing my way.
She was a decorative young person
?as slender and graceful as a silver
birch, and with a face like a nodding
flower. Also she hadn't hesitated to
gild the lily. Nothing in the line of
poudre de rose, the magic of the lip
stick or other facial revision had
been omitted. Her eyebrows were
thin penciled lines, and her flufty
short hair curled around her neck and
cheeks in clinging tendrils?so much
per curl at the permanent wave
shops. She wore a heart-shaped
beauty patch on her left cheek, and
long jade ear danglers jiggled with
her constant chin tossing. As she
threw off her fur-trimmed opera cape
one shoulder strap slipped, but she
didn't seem to mind. Before she would
look at the menu she demanded a
cigarette and through the smoke
rings that she blew out she surveyed
the room with roving eyes. So I
knew that she must be Sudie May
I suppose it must have been my
gaie that Barry felt across his shoul
der. for he turned and saw me. I
rathertthought that he 'went a bit plnK
in the ears, but I couldn't be sure.
Anyway, he gawped for a second, and
then gave me an awkward, half
[ hearted wave. As scon as he could
I he excused himself and came over
i urging me to join them.
"I'd love to. Barry," says I. "That
is. If I'll not be "
"Tosh!" says Barry. "Come along.
It'? only MIn Lee and her brother."
* * * *
^?0 I took the fourth chair. I must
say that Sudie May was cordial
enough when we were introduced. At
least she said she was awfully glad
to know me, even if she did give me
the cool double O a moment after
wards. But that casual Inspection
evidently convinced Sudie May that
I didn't count, for she went on dis
cussing the dinner order with Barrj',
I hand. Sore subject. Canned. Her
folks are looking: up a new one."
"What awful thing did she do?" I
whispered back. "Smoke in the dor
"Worse than that." says Barry.
"Some silly prank with a lot of boy's.
It isn't being mentioned. Cute kid.
Isn't she?",
"Perfectly stunning." says I. "I've
I been wondering what you were "
But about then Sudie May got wis#
to the distressing fact that Barry's
attention had been diverted from her
and she promptly reached over to paw
him on the shoulder.
"T say, old dear!" she announced.
"They're playing 'Catalina'. It's a
whizz of a fox trot. Let's."
So they surged out on the dancing
space and for the next ten minutes
she had her bobbed hair parked just
below Barry's chin, with one arm
draped around his neck. Brother Mar
vin was nice enough to ask me to
dance, but I noted that he glanced
regretfully at the puree monpol
which had just been served, so I shook
my head.
I <1 rather watch," I lied grace
When the pair came back after'the
encore Barry and I had two or three
starts at a little chat, but each time
Sudie May crashed in. Once she want
ed the wrap around her shoulders,
and two minutes later she demanded
that Barry take it off. Then she lost
one of her slippers, which Barry had
to dive under the table for and fit on
As a final exhibition of how well
tamed she had him Sudie insisted that
he must sit closer and hold her hand.
So Barry abandoned his poulet cas
serole and edged over.
That brought a growl from Marvir.
1 say Sis, don't be such a sap," he
told her.
"Sap yourself, old crab!" says Sudie.
"What are men for if you can't use
"ein? Besides. I like having Barry
pet me; he does it so much like an
amateur. Really, he's priceless."
"Isn't she the limit?" asks Brothrr
I Marvin.
i I didn't commit myself, but grinned
j at Barry, who looked foolish.
* * * *
Ct'DDEN'LV. though, the young la
caught sight of some one across
the room and she dropped Barry's
hand to stand up and wave. A. titll
man with crinkly grayish hair and
droopy eyelids waved back at her.
"Oil. Marve!" she squealed. "There's
Col. Tad Billings. Take me over."
"To that old rip!" says Brother
J Marvin. "Sot much! Vou know
mother wouldn't stand for it."
"Bother what mother can't stand
for!" says Sudie May, stamping her
foot. "Col. Tad is a peach of a dancer
and he's just loads of fun. If you
don't take me over I'm going alone
Brother Marvin went, grumbling
down at her.
"Yes." says 1 to Barn,', "she is a
cute kid. Keal 1922 model, too. Has
the true modern spirit and believs
in living up' to her clas* motto
doesn't she?"
"Eh?" says Barry. "What motto?"
" 'Love 'em and leave 'em,' isn't it';"
I asfcs. "You ought to know."
j Barry shoots a suspicious glance at
? me and then looks over where Sudie
i is snuggling up friendly to Col. Tad
I and getting.hugged.
"About all I know," says Barry, "is
that I've been conducting and financ
ing a seeing Xew York expedition
that began the night she arrived and
has lasted ever since?dinners, thea
ters. tea dances, midnight suppers
and slumming excursions. I'm a
wreck from it."
?'You do look a little off the edge
Barry boy," says I. "But who elected
you to the job?'-'
Sudie May, of course," says he
"I've never been very thick with Mar
vin Lee. He's a nice youngster, and
all that, but we barely had a nodding
acquaintance ? until Sudie arrived
She seemed to take it for granted
that I was one of the family. You
know how some of those southern
girls are?"
"I've seen a few samples," says I,
"but none quite up to SatHe May." '
"She just grabbed/mJ Honest'"
says Barry. "Insid/ of U, minutes
she was calling me 'Hone>i' and Old
dear.' and telling me whenf I'd got to
take her. She has a good/fine, though
She's a clever kid." '
"I believe you. Barry." says I. -a
flapper, plus, eh?"
"Absolutely," says he. "And I?J
think I! all rather went to my head
concealed it when you first saw me."
"Ouch!" says he. "That was re
morse. I had that guilty feeling. But
1 knew you'd understand. You do:
eh. old girl?"
"What's the local rule? Should 1 j
I asks. "Yes. I think I do. And I j
don't blame you a bit." .
"You're a good scout!" says he. pat - I
ting my hand grateful. "And you're j
looking perfectly corking tonight."
"Me?" says I. "Oh, no. Your mis
take. This is the same old frock, and |
I haven't had a facial for more tiiar. j
a week."
"You look good to ine." insists Mar
ry. "There's something steady and i
restful in your eyes. Trilby May." |
"Green's a soothing color." says 1. j
"That's why they put it >?i letter]
boxes." j
"It's the shade of calm de^p pools ]
up along the Maine co.i^t." .-ays he. |
"Where they fish for lobsters eh?"
I suggests.
"That's why I'm one." agrees Barry.
"Xow, you're forgetting Smile " t ays
I. "And that isn't fair. 1 must b*
trotting home, too."
I "Hang Sudie!" says he. * I'm k-mir
along with you. Wait until I Merle
this bill and then we'll skip out."
"Sudie seldom does think," says
Barry. "Let's go."
j So we don't know how late in the
evening it was that Miss Lee disco-. -
ered that the person with the carroit;*
hair and the gooseberry green eyes
did count, after all. If she even no.
I ticed that Barry wasn't where iVe'd
J left hitn.
?it * ? *
A NY WAY, we drifted back to the
little studio, recklessly built up j
a log fire in the fireplace, and camped
down on the old sofa for a good Ions
chat. 1 found a briar pipe that Dicky j
White had left, and a tin of tobacco,]
and Barry had kicked of the dress i
shoes, which hurt his dancing-weary j
toes, and he was having a good comfy'
smoke. Was it my fault that he in- j
sisted on resting his head in my lap^j
Not at all. I told him if he did I
should rumple his slick light hair. I
was simply making good my threat
when the door opened and in walked j
Inez,' back from the movies.
"Huh!" says Inez, real scornful.
At which Barry looked up, nodded
lazy, and settled down again.
"Well, how was the new movie
play, Inez?" I asked.
j "Xot much," says Inez, taking off
her hat and tossing it on the table.
"What in particular was the matter
with it?" I went on.
"Oh," says she, sitting down with
her back to us. "not .much shootin*
and lotta lovin'."
"How disappointing!" says I. 'Tome,
Barry boy! You're about to be pre
sented with your hat. I suppose I
shall see you again?some time?"
"I'll be around at 4 tomorrow after
noon for a tramp in the park," says
he. "And say, I'm going to stay for
"Inez will be delighteed, I know,"*
says I. "She's been asking about
"Huh!" says Inez, as the door closed
behind him. "Was he sick, that Barry
Piatt r
"Only a touch of flapperitis," says
I. "He's convalescing from it now."
"It ain%t catchin*. eh?" asks Inez.
"Not among females of the species,"
says T.
(Copyright, 1922. by Sewell Ford.)
Electrical Rubbing
\ MOTOR-OPERATED rubbing: ina
chine for wood surface finishing
has been developed by an American
concern. The device is operated by
a fractional horse-power motor,
which moves the rubbing blocks to
gether and apart at an even apeed.
The speed is governed by a regu
lator which can be varied according
to the class of work to be done. The
machine Is inclosed in a dust-proof
aluminum case and weighs about
thirty-live pounds, and, while this
weight gives sufficient ^pressure for
ordinary purposes, additibnal pres
sures can be applied by the operator
if it is desired. The device is used
for rubbing surfaces fifteen inches
in length and of practically any
In the British house of commons
some 25,000 lunches are served in a
season and about 37.000 dinners. 1.000
suppers and quite 50,000 teas?to say
nothing of 8,000 quick meals at the
busy bar. The receipts amount to
?hout $100,000 a year.
IN rambling through the proceed
ings of the general Assembly and
council of Maryland?proceedings
that were set down from one hun
dred to two hundred and fifty ytara
ago?one comes upon a number of acts
and resolutions, petitions and the like
which stir the interest, that is, !f one
has a mental slant toward old things
that admit their age. The United States
is pretty well populated with persons
who would be thought so up-to-date.
or of such "advanced ideas" that the>
have no interest in old things, or at
least, they afreet to disdain old things.
These people of "advanced ideas
sing "new" songs, which are <*ld songs ,
revamped or kidnaped and rechristen
ed. They buy "the latest books in
bright bindings, but if they are any
good they are probably old books re
written with perhaps some elegant
new phrases introduced to give a mod
ern atmosphere to the work. r.
there may be some references to the
beautiful rouge-lipped cake-eater or
some such modern ideas thrown in
for the purpose of improving the
mind. These people of "advanced
ideas" will not dance the waltz, the
redowa. schottische. polka and Mr*
ginia reel because they are so old- j
fashioned, and besides, in order to |
dance the old-fashioned dances one ,
must really know how to dance. It |
is much more up-to-date to toddle,
slew the feet, shake, squirm, wriggle
and shimmy, because it's the newest
thing, don't you know: Why. bless
your young hearts! The dancing Kir 9
of Nineveh. Babylon. Cathay and oth
er old-fashioned places did those
things five thousand years ago. i
' * * * *
r?CT I am not going to Quarrel:
& with vou. my young people, be- ]
cause if you keep your health you
will be old people almost befor . ,
know it. and if you da not learn
anything more than you know n
you will know quite as much asi some
old men know now. My
there Is a good deal of
fudge and ail that In this talk about
son* close connection between wis
dom and gray beards. Gray beards
are nut a sure sign of w isdoni. Th
I only things gray beard .? asure
sign of is that its owner need's a
shave. H is also a pretty good sign
whether a man chews tobacco ordoes
not chew tobacco. A man who chews
tobacco should wear a brown beard.
The Rambler often goes up again
an old citizen for information and
II,id* that the O. C. after having
! lived bv the side of the main road
of the village for 11T years, remem
bers nothing of interest and has got
P^utTo^stray back to the "records
i of the Maryland council and assemblj
of a little more than a century ago.
i which, by the way. does not seem a
j long time when you are looking
backward. The road over wild. "
!arP to travel looks long, but that
| over which we have come seems
?hol.t. Some ladies who are reading
I these lines are perhaps aproacliln.
forty years old. "though nobodj
' would suspect it"; at least, no gen
| tleman would be so rude or 'actless
I a, to mention it. The roses in their
j cheeks bloom as brightly as those
'that flame in the cheeks of sueet
i sixteen, and perhaps those ros^
I came not from the same flower shop.
! but from the same drug store
; i? the matter of dress the Iad> of
i forty or thereabouts may show jus
iBS much variety in colors as a lady of
i",y other age. and in the matter of a
skirt she .nay be just as consp.cuous
j and every hit as saving in material
a. any other young lady. Well. I
know some ladies who were horn
about forty years ago. but ha^e not
had nearly so many birthdays who.
looking backward over the P*'hw?>
of the past, saj: "It seems on.> >es
tredav that .lack brought me a bou
quet of hundred-leaf roses bunched
tightlv with a tall calla lil> "i the
middle, all set in a while cardboard
"13 UT He Is Sidetracked to Events of Today
and Such Things as Modern Dances,
Beards and the Art of Chewing Tobacco.
Records of the Mayland Council ? Some
"Memories" of Indians Around Washington
and One Princess in Particular.
holder with stiff paper lace around
the ed?e."
So, you see that forty years does
not seem long to those who look
backward across that span of lime.
1 know men who are past ninety,
(ladies are never allowed to exceed
the age of thirty-nine in these ram
bles) who have tol^ me that. "It
i seems but yesterday that I played
piumblepeg (mumblety-peg ),< mar
bles, leapfrog and hookie," or, "It
seems but yesterday that I rode a
hobby-horse and thought that Punch
and Judy and Humpty-Dumpty were
| the funniest people in the world."
: So you (fan understand from this that
to my friends and to ine a iiundred
I years seems a short bit of time when
| we look back over it. Looking: for
Princesses and chiefs were numerous
among: Indians. Well, the old chief's
daughter had the simple and eu
phonious name of Princess Muncum
waxcaccup. She was a beautiful
maiden, for in writing" for the public
it is necessary to speak of every In
dian prineess as beautiful.
Princess Muncumwaxcaccup, or
"Muncum." as she was called by the
girls in her own set. wore the most
stylish, the most modish blanket in
the society of the National Capital at
that time, and her magnificent neck
lace of rare and perfectly matched
clam shells and crab claws, said to
have cost three hundred thousand
wampum, was the envy of all her
rivals in society and always got a
paragraph in the social columns of
the punkin-colored newspapers of
Island received three shot through
his body, of which lie died, leaving
a son and daughter destitute of Sup
port." %
In 1775 J^eltch mortgaged to 'leorge
and Andrew Buchanan several tracts
of land in? Prince Georges county,
and presumably near Bladensburg.
called Walnut Level, fifty-two acres:
Town Creek, fifty-two acres: Hard
Bargain, forty-eight acres; Miller"*
Beginning and Deakins' Hall, and
two lots iri the town of CarrolIsburg.
which occupied that part of the site
of Washington included between
James creek canal on the west, the
Eastern branch on the east and south,
and a line just south of M street, ex
tending from id street southwest to
a point near the foot of New Jersey
avenue southeast. In some of this
property Leitch and Francis Deakin?
appear as tenants in common. Th'
mortgage on 4he property was to
secure repayment of 531 pounds IS
shillings and 18 pence. The Mary
land legislature confiscated to the
purposes of the state the Maryland
estate of George and Andrew Bu
chanan because they were aliens and
enemies. Then the legislature "to
testify o jr grateful sense for the gal
lant service rendered by said Maj.
Andrew l^eitch and to extend their
regard to his infant family," enacted.
, 1 1 - - , .i
k ?
[ xvard a hundred years would 'seem
t almost as if we were looking: into
I eternity, hut looking the other way
I the time is short. I know this to he
t rue.
* # * *
TMIK Uambler remember* '"as if
I ? 4
'twere yesterday" when Ciipt.
John Smith came up the Potomac and
when Henry Fleet was a prominent
prisoner among the Anacostia In
dians. He remembers when old Chief
Puceawaxmuncum lived in a tepee at
the eorner of Pennsylvania avenue
and lltli street, where the great, im
proved and enlarged Star building
stands today. Chief Puccawaxrnun
cum had a great fondness for beads,
feathers, tobacco and for a fragrant
and pleasant tasting liquor, the name
of which the Rambler would give
were he not afraid of offending pub
liv morals. Old Chief Pucca <we who
were on terms <>f intimacy with him
calUM him ?'Pucca" for short, instead
of his more formal name of Pucca
waxmunnun) had a daughter. '
Tou have read before of Indian
chiefs who had daughters. Nearly
every Indian girl seems to be a prin
cess and the daughter of a chief.
! that period. She was so punctilious in 1
i observing" the dicta of fashion that
; during: the months of July and Au
gust. when the heat was extreme,
she never appeared on F street or
Connecticut avenue without a buffalo
: robe wrapped about her. She wore
her blanket or buffalo skin just short
I enough to reveal a glimpse of her
i beautiful heels. They were somewhat
' cracked by chilblains, but J have seen
groups of stalwart braves, some of
them married men. stand on the cor
j per and stare at her heels as she
! walked along. Hut the Rambler does
; not mean to write an authentic his
tory of the District of Columbia, be
cause so many other men. abler than
he. have done -this before. So once
i more let us get back to those Alary
j land records.
One of these records concerns An
diew l^eitcli of Kladensburg and
J rjeorge and Andrew Buchanan & Co..
' merchants of Glasgow, Scotland, who
maintained agencies in Maryland. The
dale of the act was 17K2 and the
title of it is "An act for the benefit
of the late Maj. Andrew J^eitch." It
is recited that this revolutionary offi
cer served with honor throughout the
war for independence and "at York
etc. "That the said mortgage is
hereby declared to hf null and void
as far as relates to the lands within
this state."
The Rambler has presented to yon
in previous narratives legislative'acts
of 174- relating to Bladensburg, but
in extending his search back to that
date he overlooked among his notes
an act of 1771*. It sets forth thai
"it has been presented to the general
assembly by the inhabitants of Prince
Georges county that the present sit
uation of the warehouse for the r*>
| ception of tobacco in the town of
Bladensburg is so low that great
losses have been frequently sustained
from floods and high tides and tha*
the charge of the necessary repair!
would exceed the expense of erecting
a new warehouse." It was. therefore,
enacted that "the justices of Prince
Georges county be authorized to
agree with the commissioners of the
town of Bladensburg for the pur
chase of a part of the lot in said
town, laid out and reserved for a
market lot. for the purpose of build
ing and erecting thereon one or mor?
public warehoiUNs for the reception
of tobacco."
Japanese Artist Lives Three Years on Top of a Mountain
Koyu Sugiurgu With Ex
hibition at National;
Museum, Tells of His"
! Philosophy?The Past
j and Future of Art, in'
; His Opinion.
| Y r OYL" Sl'tiII"KA. whow nom de
j IS plume. ''Shunko" has a world
j wide reputation, is in Washing
ington. on his way to the
i Louvre with a picture which he con
j siders wortliy of a place there. Ten
J years ago he traveled through Kurope,
j and it was then that the authorities of
| the French Museum asked for a speci
j men of his work. But he had none that
i he considered good enough. He went
back tu Japan and Anally completed
the painting which he is now about to
"In Japan." says KoyU Sugiura.
whose seventy-nine years clothe him
with grace and understanding. "I live
like a hermit. I have no desire for
' fame as an artist. But 1 want to say,
with great intensity, that art has much
to do with uplifting the character of a
nation. If I can help to make that clear
to the world, then 1 am satisfied about
my coming.
"For the last fifty years I have been
training myself not to depend on books,
but to study the mind. For this pur
pose 1 spent three years on the top of a
high mountain, never descending more
than 100 feet from its summit. And dur
ing those three years 1 sat when I
rested: I never lie down in bed. This
was not torture. It was a concentration
of mind, avoiding evil thoughts. What
[ am today is due to that training.
And perhaps, because of it, I have never
received an injury from any person,
even If contemplated.
"Art is now everywhere in a bad
situation. Many Japanese artists are
learning to eliminate work. They
think that by eliminating .work they
are learning European art. Many
people come to Japan seeking art, and
they take home something that Is not
worth anything, as you can see in San
Francisco. So the occidental concep
tion of Japan is demoralised.
"When art la degraded in both the
ori4Bt ill II* mWlit it Is a bad
thing;, because art affects the soul, i
Healthy art. makes healthy minds. Ky ?
healthy art 1 mean that which is '
born front the soul of each individual,
not something which depends for its i
effect on the subject or the material j
or the method, tiucli art is difficult to ,
find and to possess. It is impossible j
to show people what it is and what :
it looks like. Bach individual must!
(National Photo.)
I patience and concentration. Easy art
is insincere, and unless the artist has
sincerity in his soul he cannot be a
good artist.
* * * *
<<rT,0 save the situation I think wc
should go back. I do not mean
to the fifteenth and" sixteenth centu
ries. but 2.000 years ago in India.
Every time the people's minds have a
rebirth, then that nation rises strong
and able to produce great art. Art
needs to be born again often.
"Every able artist in each country is
worrying now about the state in which
art finds Itself. The good artists are
? ?mall minority, and when they see
| the great majority of artists who are I
| not good, they can only look at them
1 aghast.
i "Technique is a secondary matter.
. ?
j That art which reflects the soul is
; good art and discovers its own tech
| nique. Any painting made without |
| reverence for God has no place in this
j world. It cannot be good. But if it j
j is produced as T have described, then j
| i? is universal. Such art needs no ?
[ school. The soul of the artist is the j
| same today as 2.000 years a*o. when i
artists knew this principle and paint- !
ed from it. as in Egypt. All that I -j
say can be found in a little fragment j
from Pompeii. Style, subject, color !
may change, but the essential basis is j
the same.
"When T studied the art of other j
countries and found this principle:
universal 1 was amazed. Then 1 be- j
j came aware that each nation has its!
j own special style, which should not |
be changed. Conglomeration should (
be avoided. 1 means mixing up styles I
and borrowing from other countries. j
The right method is to develop the}
individual excellence of each country
to its height. And I am here to con
fer with people who are interested in-i
this matter. How can the art of each
country keep its individuality with
jout harm from the art of other peo- J
J pies? Borrowing can only hurt, be-j
cause it is merely mannerisms or i
faults that can be borrowed. No na- j
tion can borrow another nation's!
j soul. But if one country succeeds in
'doing what it should, in developing;
jits own art. individual in form but
universal in meaning, it would bene
' fit all nations. Jf the art of a eoun
| try is well nourished there is an in
| crease in the prosperity and welfare
of each individual in that country.
, There is something that neither let
i ters nor words can teach. That some
i thing that touches and influences our
j souls is art.
j Today all the emphasis is placed on
! execution. And because of this su
| perflcial standard our countryman
' have often adopted what you have
j abandoned, or consider faults. There
! are too many schools of art. They
1 have not the cardinal principle. And I
Iit would be good if the artist should
consult with elders and not young
impression of America, is thai
it has not reached its high point
of art yet. It might get along well
as it is. But if such a vast country
fails to develop an art that is in
dividual it will be hard to hold
Americans together. Art in a country
is so important! Ten years ago. when
1 was traveling in America, 1 saw
nothing of art. In France J found art.
yes, but 1 was worried about the fu
ture of the French republic when I
saw it. As 1 traveled through Bel
gium I thought there could be no art
in that country without an experi
ence of,, hardship. of suffering. But in
Holland 1 felt that this country had
a bright future, because art there was
healthy and promising. Today I can
look at these countries and see that
my imagination was prophetic.
"Yes. it is true that you can dis
cover Chinese influence in my work.
What 1 have adopted from China is'
not method or technique. All Chinese
painting is established on that prin
ciple of philosophy called Dokagu.
the study of the ways. In this
philosophy I, like many of the
Samurai, was brought up. It is a
philosophy of conduct. And just as
Chinese characters gave us our al
phabet. so Chinese culture underlies
all of our Japanese civilization. China
has dominated us for thousands of
years in our art and philosophy, and
so in our life.
"As to my own story, it is a very
long one." says Koyu Sugiura, smiling.
"I meddle in many things?poWis
And social welfare. And I find mwiy
difficulties. But after 100 difficulties
I always succeed. If I were lost in
a thick wood, I am sure no an una i
Or wild beast would hurt me. 1 would
come out unharmed."
And then Koyu Sugiura made tin*
revelation: He has received frequent
invitations from the heads of
museums and schools in France to
i come and demonstrate h{? method of
using the brush. Now he r- or?
i way to Paris and will visit these
I schools. But he is lingering in Amer
i ica to find some one here with r hom
to leave the secret, "so that Amer
icans can be Independent of Europe
in learning true method of using
That this secret is worth knowing
is very evident from even the briefest
examination of Mr. Sugiura's work, on
exhibition at the National Museum.

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