* r Recent N •-'■rtflU u io b* made to have to* cow congress take up the pro j« *1 that mean* be devised where by h« lotted States government i.ay i.sqi Ire trie to and assume the guisieaeei of Mount Vernon, am the Potomac. the home and tomb of Oeorre Washington. It Rsa'a Th*a re*r*sts*e»* la da*- in Bseaanre to «bat the *-rtt-r* are pieaaed to deb the "dime tana* a atetk a afijvnvAY — s*om.vc o/rsor tat latlly /?£Brt the heal feature needed to restore the o-t-al ntwiuiMona of George Washington's day at the fionatry test which the Father of His ('ousury loved an well and where he lived and died Ttia final restoration baa been the re pianac o* the lawn and garden walls whicb in cntaiisl tints played an important part in the sstT-Mfbr* of Mount Vernon, at they did in the rut at almost every mansion of its type Tie original want on tbe Mount Vernon eata'e moot of which were constructed under the uut at Washington himself, were in aa mcwOent state of preservation when he d*ed. Ms successive heir* to the estate al lowed ‘hem to fail into decay until there was swagfc* left bet tbe foundations These walls. »l cfc add to much to the appearance of the Mount Veraca estate, would have been re sacred years ago had it been merely a matter of eapenae. for tbe whole work However, a more serious stumbling Ido* k delayed operations—namely, a desire to «•*>» brack that would be duplicates of tbosc orvglnsiljr employed and which would ronse U .-n ty enable adherence to the policy of hav k 5 •.erytking historically correct to the most mtttaie detail After a qasat that had continued for more than a score of years the long-sought bricks wet* recently obtained when there was demol ished aa old colonial tr stision known as So rjetr Hill. located »r King George county. Vir ginia This st mo ure. which was built by Ccnootl Thorn to®. a .lose friend of George Wtstisgun—and which by coincidence later passed into the po>teaaiOB of a member of the Washington famJy—was constructed of bricks brought from Kagland. The bricks in the So --i~ty Hill mansiau. when cleaned. proved to be tdcntieal la ate and color with the bricks found la tbe ruined founds' lens of the original gardes sails at Monat Vernon. Accordingly the walls were restored la accordance with *he enrJml drawings sad enough of 'he origi nal ’* sliiigton bricks were rescued from the old fotmcaiioas to provide a coping for the wills. rhr bricks obtained from the King 0-jr»« county site furnishing the remainder at tbe material needed. The most extensive of the restored walls are the "screen walls." the function of which was to hide from the sight of Washington’s guests seated on the lawn the inevitable do mestic activities that were carried on around such outbuildings as the kitchen, the smoke house, the spinning house, etc.—adjuncts of the rr usion which it was not desired to have obtrude themselves upon the notice of visit ors. Almost as interesting as the screen walls, however, are the "Ha Ha" walls, which are depressed below the level of the sloping lawn and are consequently unobservable from the portico of the mansion, but which in Washington's day performed an important function by preventing the stock from wan dering on the lawn in front of the house. The name "Ha Ha" as applied to such walls origi nated in England and is attributed to cross country riders who were surprised into mak ing the ejaculation when they suddenly and unexpectedly came upon such a hidden wall in ’heir chase of a fox. The ressored walls, although the most im portant of recent improvements at Mount Ver non. are by no means the only ones that may be noted by the sightseers and tourists who now visit this historic spot in throngs that ag gregate 100,OuO a year. A new roof has been placed on the mansion house and the public probably has little conception of how much time and labor was required to obtain the de »wyyyy^ The English home with its lack of “proper" heating and also its sad lack of ventilation and bathtubs is no more a marvel to the American woman than the American home is to the English woman. The latter freely admits that the conveniences of the American home are beyond compare, but there is one serious defect that is always commented on. This is set forth by Mary Mortimer Maxwell in the National Review (London). There is no place for father. Surely there must be some truth in this, for so many British women have called attention to the fact that we have no privacy in our homes, and have pointed to the shortcomings of pretty strands of beads serving as doors, and to the fact that the bathroom is the only sanctuary, the Indianapolis News remarks. This is borne out by observations in many cities. A former official in Indiana is well read in history. He also has a family. He freely admits that he absorbed his history lying with pillow in the bathtub, safe beyond the reach of the growing children. This is just what Mary Mortimer Maxwell is speaking about when she says: “But the member of the American family to whom my thoughts turn in greatest sympa thy in regard to the lack of privacy and the denial of the opportunity for the cultivation for the Teacher. la uactJK remd'.sc there are Just re« rads In he taught: * 1) To make the leaner automatic and quick in the of ward aed letter forms tra ralecs, (t) to secure bis Interest L maim* the spiritual element cl the pruned toms Saartca in Eastern Seas, hr..rutrm kinds of sharks Inhabit the ~~r* at the tv east, tbs baakin* ttmrt m the °^kr- *o*mMy of le-t Where Dynamite Is King Stupendous Job of Tunneling and Fill- . irg Being Done in New Jer sey Mountains. ■Alien the grandfather of the prea- I '■nt czar found hia engineers disput ing as to the test route for a railway between two cities in his dominions, the autocrat took rules and pencil and drew on the map a straight line from the one town to the other. "Build it so!” he commanded. And he was obeyed. That was the freak of despotism. In this present century, skilled engineers set themselves a like task at a saner bidding. Up in the mountains of New Jersey today a great railway Is busy with a cut-off that, when completed, will shorten the right of way by a few miles. Incidentally, this is the larg >1 r/f£ SP/CK WALL'S VU5T CO/fPLSTjTL? at dll MOI//YT W/?/YCSY SJ7XTT. rsff (x/r£t//ia//vc5 Arsvov/yr yf/?/rost sired material for this roof, just as it was no end of trouble to find the bricis for the walls above referred to. About 50,000 cypress shin gles were needed for the new roof, but they must needs be “rived" shingles because Wash ington had that kind and it seemed impossible to And any rived shingles, because nowadays shingles are not made that way, sawing being much easier than splitting. Finally a lumber firm in South Carolina undertook to supply shingles that would duplicate those of Wash ington’s day. but they charged almost a cent apiece for the singles, which made the roof a pretty expensive one. Mount Vernon mansion now has one of the most perfect heating systems to be found in any American residence. It was designed es pecially to prevent danger from fire—and in this connection it may be mentioned that Washington's old home is not built of brick or of individuality is the father—he who pays for everything, buys the house with his own earnings or hires it, and yet generally has not so much as a corner that is his very own. It is called 'his house.' It has many rooms. There are the drawing room, the living room, the library. There are numerous bedrooms and dressing rooms, but If he really desires solitude, there would seem to be nothing for him but to lock himself up in the bathroom. Sometimes you hear the’members of an Ameri can family speak of father's den,' to be sure. Why, just before I left America a New York friend, when she was showing me through her new house, said to me, ‘This is my hus band's den,’ showing me into the sunniest and brightest room in the house. My eyes rested upon antimacassars and tea cosies, a copy of ‘Poems of Passion, an embroidery frame, a train of 'choo-choo cars,' and a box of such American confections as my soul delights in and which no manly man could possibly be seen eating. I looked about for rows of curious pipes, for a horribly dusty and disordered writing table, a lounging jacket—out at el bows, but, oh, so comfortable after the work aday coat—a copy or two of a sporting paper; but not a sign of such mute witnesses to masculine ownerhip of that room did I sei. est railroad contract ever undertaken. The cut-off is being built to save miles —nothing else. To that end. the to mography ol the country Is disregard ed as recklessly as the czar disre garded it in Russia aforetime. Sim ply, the road must run where the com pany wishes it to run, not where na ture offers a path. A mountain in the way must be tunneled, a valley that interposes must be filled. It is for this sort of work that the god of dynamite girds up his loins and piles miracle on miracle in AYODMT V£/?/yQ/V SM/YJ/Q/V AJ //* AP&EAR5 TODAY stone, as many people suppose, but has a frame of oak, sheathed with pine, cut, painted , and sanded to resemble stone. The new sys tem enables the heating of all the rooms in the mansion by a hot water system and yet the boiler room, with the inevitable menace that comes from fire and stored fuel is located 400 feet from the mansion and wholly underground. Another modern improvement at this reju venated estate in old Virginia is found in the provision of a fine water supply obtained from a splendid artesian well. Powerful pumps, op erated by electricity, supply water from this well for household purposes and keep filled at all times the emergency reservoirs which would be depended upon in case of fire. Inci dentally It may be explained that the score of men including guards, gardeners, laborers, etc., who work and live on the Mount Vernon estate or close at hand, are organized into a well drilled fire-fighting force and they have chem ical and steam en gines for fighting the flames, should this destructive agent ever menace the mansion—a re in o t e chance, it would seem, for all the rooms in the house and all the exterior walls have been treated with a fire-resisting paint. For all that elec tricity is employed to pump water and perform certain other chores on the Mount Vernon es tate, the magic cur TSfS OID KJTCrtFft AT A/OSAT VS0MOA/ pitality offered by this couple. They had been longing, during the rust month for some one who might, in a measure, fill the vacancy made by the great Reaper. Celeste learned much when confidences had been won on both sides. She learned, with mingled emotions, that the child wrhom she had grown to j love, was the child of Hugh Ardale. He j had married Martha Staunton, the j only daughter of the dear couple at l Windyheath. Hugh’s wife had passed i away when Martha was given to the I world. "Are you sure—absolutely that he : will not be back for another twelve months?” Celeste asked timidly. “Yes, my dear—Hugh is a civil en ! gineer. They are in the Canadian I bush—that is why we have the sun i shine of Martha. It is no place for ! either child or woman, Hugh says. Be j sides, dear—” the older woman paused | then said tenderly, “you love him still j —why fear?” Celeste turned impulsively and Mrs. | Staunton's arms closed about her. They were both silent for a moment. Each had succumbed to a deep felt 1 want and love had triumphed over the j conventionalities. Presently Celeste smiled. “You are all too good to me," she said, happily, j "Even wee Martha is prone to spoil ' me and pulls the flowers ruthlessly that Thelia’ may have them in her hair. I am afraid her daddy will have to wait a long time at this idle rate for the miniature. I find it difficult j to do his baby justice." Celeste turn ' ed at sound of an imperious small voice. “Yes, darling. Celia is com ing—" She looked whimsically at Mrs. Staunton. “You see! I have promised to pick daisies with Martha.” “All right, my dear—but mind— don’t be long.” “Celeste ran swiftly down the long j avenue shaded by drooping trees to j the open field where the daisies grew ■ bigger and whitest. Martha was on | her back, a small elfine creature, | screaming with delight. Down toward the big entrance gate j they galloped. Celeste would have j turned the corner where the arbor, hanging wisteria marked their resting place, but she stopped. A man rounded the corner. “Hugh!” “Celie! ” The man had grown a shade white but nothing could have daunted the brilliance of the girl’s cheeks nor the light in her eyes. • I In a moment Hugh Ardale spoke. , “This is Martha—Martha is my little I girl, Celia. Come here. Toddler!” Celeste's ever ready smile came to ! her lips. Hugh Ardale was far more < shaken by the meeting than was she; his words were foolishly inadequate, yet she knew that he was trembling with the joy of seeing her. “I rather believe she is, Hugh,” i Celeste laughed. “I am afraid I have stolen her—” She turned to Martha who clung fast to Celeste’s hand. “Darling, go to your Papa—don’t you remember how Granny told you all about the nice Daddy who was coming back to you?” Martha needed no second bidding. Delighted, and unable to contain herself with joy, Martha went off to acquaint Granny with the news. “Celie!” Hugh Ardale’s voice would have called her from across the sea. “I only forgot you for the short year in which the child’s mother was my wife—you will not take away the only thing in life I want, will you—dear?” I had to come. I knew that somewhere in this vast universe—I could find you. I did not expect—” "Hugh—I am only beginning to be successful but 1 want you more than all the success in the world.” Later, when Hugh Ardale and Ce leste Wheeler approached the wide verauda, Mrs. Staunton arose and m tried not to show the tears in her eyes and heart “We are not going to leave you. dear,” put in Celeste, quickly; “we want to live here.” A More or Less Cursory Tidying. Her work and name were too precious to impair by trusting to jaded facul ties. Now that the die was cast and Ce leste ready to journey forth she waited impatiently for such an offer as she could accept Three days later Celeste boarded a train for Glen Head, a tiny village on the Sound. She had received a simply worded but winning letter from an elderly couple who were apparently alone in their big estate on the water's edge. The coachman would meet her at the station in a governess's cart With eyes sparkling and cheeks aglow Celeste alighted at the Glen Head station She was the only pass enger getting off and this fact pre vented any mistake on the part of the coachman in the small cart. Celeste had wondered why an elderly couple should elect to travel about the coun try roads in this particular style of vehicle. Now she knew. A small child was evidently a part of the household to which Celeste was being driven. Celeste experienced a peculiar thrill when she looked closely into the baby's face. Here greenish gray eyes with their dauntless expression were much like Hugh Ardale’s. After a series of questions which the small beauty asked of Celeste and which were duly and evidently satis factorily answered Celeste herself asked: “And what is your name, darling?" "Marsa Ardale—” lisped the baby. Painter of Kings The state portrait of King Georgs, which Sir Luke Fildes has been com missioned to paint, will not be the first that the famous artist has exe cuted for his majesty, says M. A. P., London. He had the honor of paint ing both the king and the qu^en on the occasion of their engagement, and the royal family were so pleased with the picture that Queen Alexandra, then princess of Wales, consented to ait to him. The double portrait of the then duke and duchess of York was a wedding present, and it now hangs in Buckingham palace. Sir Luke Fildes also painted the duke of Clar ence’s portrait after his death, using photographs and miniatures for the purpose. King Edward’s first state portrait was painted by Sir Luke in 1902. Three years later he was re sponsible for a magnificent Academy picture of Queen Alexandra in her cor onation robes and last year he made the beautiful drawing, famous the world oTer, of King Edward on hia death bed. No Surprise to Him. “I was surprised when I heard that Grabrox had Joined the church.” “I wasn t. I happened to be present when he and his business partner shook dice to see which member of the Arm should Join.” Illusive. There is a motion without progress in-time as well as In space; where a thing often remains stationary. which appears to us to recede, while we are leaving it behind. — Julius Charles Hare. Theatrical Change. "It was Shakespeare, wasn’t it, who F3id, ‘The play's the thing?”’ “Yes. Perhaps it was In his day. but now the press agent seems to be the thing.”