The Syracuse Journal, Volume 16, Number 28, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 November 1923 — Page 2

The Cortlandts of Washington Square

“DO YOU LOVE HIM!” SYNOPSIS— Returning to her home tn a email town. Milton Center, from a vialt to New York, the widowed mother of ten-year-old Ann Byrne announces her wedding to Hudson Cortlandt. socially and politically prominent. Her huabard has not been told about Ann. and the new wife fears he will be displeased. With Ann, Mrs. Cortlandt returns to New York, to the house of Hendrick# Cortlandt. her husbands | brother, with whom'the latter is living. Hudson practically refuses to have anything to do with Ann. and the child is gladly adopted by HendrlTks Cortlandt. Ann's mother and stepfather are lost at sea. Ann fills ■( a gap In Hendricks Cortlandt's lonely heart. The situation is j resented by Mrs. Renneslyer, Hendricks' sister, whose eon. Hendricks, has been looked upon ! as the natural heir of the Cortlandt wealth. The Civil war breaks out. CHAPTER IV—Continued. A nubbub of exclamation arose about him. Young m<ti dropped their clinging partners, and drew together, frowning nervously. Ann looked at Hendricks with a new respect. "Oh," she cried, t "if I were odly a boy!’* “Yes,” he Raid importantly, "I shall fight, of course." Aa he spoke he took In. for the first time, her new maturity, and his face dropped. Os all the strange events of this curiously unreal evening, the change in Ann was perhaps the strangest; there was something about her. that awoke his sluggish spirit, something beyond his whispered comment to Funny, "Why— Ann's grown pretty !** In the crowded, overheated room, with Its drooping hothouse rosej and Its flaring lights, a new sentiment was suddenly diffused. A, little group of men burst Trom the Supper room. Mr. Renneslyer In the leap, flushed of face and noisily threatening; they were louder than any In their resentment. Ann pressed through the crowd to | where the musicians stood idle, their Instruments dangling in their hands; she whispered a direction to the leader and suddenly the opening strains of ‘•America*’ rose, over the ardent confusion. Here and there a . daring voice took up the words, but a ' leader was needed, and the song would have died had not Mr. Renneslyer, , who was standing near the musicians, chanced to turn his roving eye on Ann’s | excited face. Without a moment’s i thought he caught her up In his arms, i and swung her to a chair, where she stood above the crowd, tremulous and frightened, until the thrill of the moment caught her again; then she laughed down at Mr. Renneslyer’a efforts to lead, and began to sing the words which Mrs. Allen had taught her ; long ago. Before the end every one was sing- I Ing with her. In a great burst of sound that was strangely satisfying to the emotion of the moment. When it was i over she paused, and drooped, suddenly abashed, and there was young Hendricks below her ; in his eyes was an expression that bewildered her. He held out both his hinds, pnd she would have jumped lightly down, only he caught her clumsily In his arms, and | set her carefully on the floor again. ' She thought that he was trembling, j Or was It she who shivered, nervously! “Gad. Ann!" he said feelingly, j “What a beauty you are’" She looked at him unbelievingly, i "I!” she demanded Incredulously.) Her amazed face was distinctly pro- , vocative. There bad been a sudden sweep of j guests toward the door, and in the 1 corner where the musicians had * played the two were momentarily alone. The boy was breathing uneven- > ly and hard, as though he were quite carried away by the extraordinary events of the evening. He reached out suddenly, and drew his companion behind the window curtains; meeting no opi>oaltion from the startled glrL he bent und kissed her. CHAPTER V A Promise. At wventeen the loss of a night’s sleep is a comparatively unimportant matter, and no one would have known, the mornlhg after her birthday party, that Ann bad not been plunged In dreamless slumber. Instead of that, however, she lay wide-eyed In the dark, the music of "America - running through her head, accompanying her rioting thoughts. From the tangle of them use astonishing fact arose clear: a man had called her beautiful She would not frankly face the fact that she had been kissed, and not for worlds would she have admitted to herself why she lay with her hand against her cheek. She determinedly tried tlo think of the momentous fact that Fort Sumter bad been captured, but Instead st.-* found herself recalling the expression on young Hendricks' face when he said that she had grown to be a beauty. Over the trees in Washington square the dawn soared up on rose and •Urar wings, but Ann found that by closing her own eyes she could see Hendricks’ quite plainly, with their intent and troubling expression. In the meantime, the young man himself had not been enjoying his usual complacent peace. It is true sleep was not interrupted, for Hendricks was not the sort of person to be kept awake by mere emotions, and the Sunday morning church bells roused him about ten o'clock. He awoke with the consciousness that srnnefhfrig was wrong, and as he ra•Biled the dim* of his eventful eve- -

| ning he was sorry he had left Cambridge and Its safe remoteness. Ha I wondered, as he lay blinking at the dazzle of the sunlight reflected from the bowl of water on his washstand to the white ceiling above him. If Ann would tell his uncle that he had kissed her. And war! The thought came harshly athwart his softer recollections, and abruptly” he jumped out of bed. He knew that his mother would expect him to accompany her to church, and he dressed with some expedition. There was a great crowd at church; i people looked very solemn. Hendricks thought, and they joined In the service with an extraordinary fervor. Behind him Ann’s voice rang distinct anti clear in the hymn, and reminded him. first of her song the night before, and then of some revival meet- ■ Ings long ago. He begun to dislike her ' again, under the force of this reminiscence, and he had lost himself in wonder at his behavior at the ball, when the minister gave out the text of the sermon. "Matthew’ ten, thirty-four—Think not that I am come to send peace on earth; I came not to send peace, but a sword’!" Hendricks Jumped In bls seat, and a flutter of nervous movement agitated the congregation. “1 came not to send peace. but a sword.” Up above him the minister stood, white-robed and remote, speaking in a deep voice that reached some far place in his soul, and tortured it. "My brethren, this is no ordinary Sabbath; today Is a momentous one In the history of our nation. Fort Sumter has fallen." Every one inside the church already knew of that appalling fact, but In spite of that, a suppressed outburst of emotional sounds arose. Hendricks frowned. He hated this atmosphere of hysteria; he didn’t think much of the way the minister was talking, extemporaneously, without his usual sedate notes. . . . Nevertheless, he '•ouldn’t help listen-, ing. ... As a matter of fact, he couldn’t remember ever listening like that In church before. . . . The old boy evidently believed there would be a war. ail right. He would just as soon go to fight, he thought, but he didn’t hold with stirring up a fellow like this. . . . He supposed Ann was in a great state over it, being only a silly girl. . . . At last It was over. The boy i breathed deep in his relief. He turned ’ half round, and met with Ann's eyes; , they were blaring with excitement, but I at the same time there was something hunfld about them, and he swung back ■ reluctantly. She was pretty, he reI alfxed. above the tumult of hts sensa--1 tlons. Outside. he found his uncle waiting for him. "I won’t take you home with me today, my boy. Your mother will want you.” Ann did not look nt him at all, She i stood demurely beside her guardian, tense and remote. She gave the young I man only her profile, but he found her I Irregular little nose charming. He was ; very gloomy as he dutifully accompanied his parents home, for the giddy | sweep of his emotions bad left him rather cross. In the morning he amazed his mother by coming down to breakfast before nine o’clpck—be who ordinarily slept until noon, when the tyranny of chapel at eight was removed from his ( life. "Where ure you off to so early!" she asked. i “I thought I would go over to Uncle Hendricks’," the boy said, flushing. He i dumbly resented his mother's penetrating gaze. "What did you think of Ann!" Hendricks lifted his cup. drank i hastily of the too-hot coffee, and said, "She's pretty." Mrs. Renneslyer nodded. "She Is all lofthat. ... Your uncle Is devoted i to her, Hendricks." She looked rather sharply at him, as she continued, j "There la no use shutting our eyes to the fact that he adores her. We shall 1 'ill I SbpO iuM C ! - LB9 “Fort Sumter Has Fallon.**' just have to meet It. ... If she gets it all she will be a great catch. There will be plenty of suitors-— when people see bow devoted your uncle is to her." T suppose so." Hrs. Renneslyer allowed her son to eat In peace for a moment. Then she shot a question unexpectedly across thb table at him. "Do you like her, Hendricks!” The young man flushed again. "She Is pretty,” he said, appraisingly. “And she is a bit soft on me, I don’t mind tailing you-" “Well." she said crisply, “worse things than that coaid happen to you !” And with these mystifying words she allowed him te escape,

By JANET A. FAIRBANK

As he crossed from Union square to his uncle’s house he found the city In a tumult; now that he had grown accustomed to the idea of the fall of Fort Sumter he thought that It was rather silly to be so excited; and he wondered at his own exhilaration on hearing the news. He bought a paper from a boy who Was selling them ns fast as he could deal them out; tn the , headllness he read that the president had Issued a call for seventy-five thousand men to enlist in the army. “I> —d nonsense!’’ he said to a mau who also paused' to buy. "The New York police could do ’em qp! That man Lincoln is scared." “Scared?" echoed the stranger pugiltetlcnlly. "I reckon, Bub. he’s more’n likely to be mad!’’ Hendrickswalked on. with an affectation of a great and superior calm. "Bub" indeed—and only that morn- • ing he had cut himself while shavhng! I In Washington square he found Ann pouring her guardian's coffee; she handled the big silver urn with a stately little air that impressed Idm. He looked furtively nt her. In her bright green taffeta dress, with a black velvet Greek key pattern on the enormous skirt, and he saw, with a distinct shock, that she was still charming. Unconsciously he had been counting on her returning to her old days of gawky girlhood, and he was unable to cope with this fresh beauty in the morning sunlight. Mr. Cortlandt smiled across the table at his ward. “You may tell him, Ann,” he said. The girl kindled Immediately. “What do you think uncle has done?” she demanded. “I don’t know,” the boy answered sulkily. He was cross because she would not look at him. She flung an announcement at him I with the suddenness of a bomb. "He j has found you a place in the Seventh regiment!’’ she cried triumphantly. “Ann made me do It," Mr. Cortlandt said, laughing. "I had to send a note over to my friend the colonel before I was dressed!’’ “Think of it, Hendricks —you can I fight 1” the girl cried. “Oh—l wish I were a man!” Her guardian smiled. "Hendricks will fight for you. my dear.” For the first time that morning Ann looked full at the uncomfortable young man. * His enthusiasm grew under her eager eyes. “How long before we can start?” he asked his uncle. Mr. Cortlandt frowned impatiently. “1 am afraid that it will take four or five days.” “Oh," Hendricks said, crestfallen, "the war will be all over in a week!*’ His uncle rose. “We shall hope so,” he said dully, and added, “Come with j me. Hendricks. I wish to talk with ■ you." The young man followed him mlser- | ably, with reviving fears. He lifted a nervous eyebrow at Vnn. on his way to the door, but she was apparently interested only in the contents of her i coffee cup. and he left her unrei prleved. In the library Mr. Cortlandt faced him with considerable sternness. “I am not satisfied with you, my boy," he said. Hendricks’ face lengthened. “But. he stammered, “I don't know what you i mean." "Your work at Harvard has been poor," his uncle went on. "You have [wasted your time nt college, and I am not sorry to have you leave. A i ct-mpnlgn will harden you. I hope. . . . You must do me credit. Hendricks. Thirty-five years ago I was an officer ■ in the Seventh.” “Oh.” murmured Hendricks, vastly I relieved, "I’ll do that, of course, sir.” "And when the war Is over—soon. > please God—l want you to understand that you are to come back here to New York, and go to work. You have your own way to make.” Hendricks’ magnificent little air shriveled. “You expect to do nothing for me. sir!" he managed to inquire.

Times That Are Tremendous

Views of Those of the Present Age May Properly Be Said to Belong to the Superthinkers, That we live in an age that for sheer tremendousness ond dynamic crash has never been seen before Is very evident, observes the Boston Evening Transcript. When we go to war nowadays we are shabby If we do not put half a doxen million men Into action and our transatlantic liners are skyscrapers on keels. And when It comes to expression and description naught but superlatives will content. It Is the public that gets the benefit of these last, and Is told what to eat and drink and wear. and. above all, to read, in terms that for striking magnificence are as a Persian rug to a po- > tato sack. Thus, for instance. Is the . outpouring of one periodical In which ■ you are urged to read It. as tnduce- ' ment. you are almost commanded to read one beautiful tale that you may behold "life as red and real as ever • lived." Aside from the objection of > precisians that the imagery reminds i disturbingly of rare beefsteak, even uncooked, a generous public win not fall to be attracted by this appeal > Looking upon life when It la red ant* I real is something which must stir the I blood of any but a hopeless misanthrope, a mugwump of the emotions, a ! confirmed highbrow. But the reader is warned in this no- * tire that rugged and tempestuous ways of feeling are before him, and is plainly

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i "Weil—l won’t say nothing. . . . i Ann Is to have the bulk of my fortune. of course." ' "Mother said so." the boy blurted out. “In that case, my sister has ?hown her customary acumen. She will not be disappointed.” “Oh. yes. she will," young Hendricks exclaimed. “It Is one thing to suspect, —and quite another to know!” He made his way gloomily out of the room; to find himself actually cut off was catastrophic. He stood for a moment In the hall, trying to adjust himself, and to recall what it was that his mother had, said to i<lm at breakfast, in regard to this calamity. She i had appeared to have in mind some panacea that was not clear to her son. Suddenly, as he stood frowning, Ann appeared on the stairs above him. She Hendricks Renneslyer Walked Home With His Head in a Whirl. leaned confidingly down from the landing. “Uncle scold you?" she demanded. smiling demurely. “No.” Hendricks said shortly, as he glanced about for his hat. Ann sidled down a step or two. sliding her hand along the stair rail. , “You'll have to get your uniform.” she suggested brightly, “and all that.” “I suppose so.” She looked at him with eyes that were staYry with her new appreciation, and she came down the last remaining stepson a little rush. “Imagine it —a uniform and everything. You will sleep in a blanket. I just wish I had the chance to!” Young Hendricks was conventionally shocked. “A girl!" he protested. “It Is not my fault that I'm not a boy. I am sure I wish I were!” A sudden consciousness of his manhood rose in Hendricks. “I am glad you are not.” he said stoutly, nnd caught her hand in his. Ann stood arrested; in her perfect i stillness there was the threat of one I poised for flight. “You shouldn't!” i she gasped, her glance holding his. I “Why not? You are the prettiest girl , I know." Her lips drooped, and in her eyes were all the sorrows of the world. “I Jam not, really.” she pleaded. It seemed to Hendricks she grieved that ' he should be so deceived. He slipped a blundering, unaccusj tomed arm about her waist, and an . acrid little shiver ran through the girl; . suddenly she turned to him, and buried her face in his shoulder. The ■ boy held her for a moment, half frightened, half cautious; then he bent I and pressed his lips to her hair. She i felt his touch nnd started back; as she lifted her face, he caught it in both bls hands, and kissed her cool ; lips. This time she fought him off valiant- , ly enough, and faced Idin furiously, ■ with flashing eyes and uneven breath. : He was frightened, as he met her accusing glance.

-y told that If he lose control of himself he most distinctly must not blame anybody but the author. “It may be that you can follow this strange pair and restrain the cheers; you may not be as i successful with the tears,” says the notice; and we call this very handsome. I Possibly, on your way home to mother i and the girls on the 5:47 you may be able to keep from standing on the seat . and delighting the other passengers , with r?veral ringing cheers. Possibly. But the probabilities are more than gebd that other passages In the story will make you weep copiously, and If you are unhappily a little self-con-scious you had best leave the story alone. If you do not you will be melted tn tears, and let the public think what it likes. > We have this In literature and we i are equally endowed with the drama. for In a city near to Boston a large ► streamer describes a film play, as a "superdrama of flesh and steel," which ■ we think a deal pleasanter than the harsh Bismarck’s “Blut and Eisen," , although there is the same suggestion i of meat In this as In the literary announcement. But no matter: the superlative is with us, and it Is a gigan1 tic age wherein the dimensions are i those of the spheres and the concep- . tions those of the superthinker. [ — — —- View of Sleep by French Scientist, Women sleep more lightly and rei quire less sleep than men, according to r a French Lndlanapolig New*

“It Is all right," he snld lamely. “I couldn’t help It. ... lam awfully on you. Ann,” he added, feeling tnat the situation demanded something in the nature of a declaration. “Renlly?" she queried. “Because If you are—it’s all right!" “Then I am," he assured her. “And—-and we are engaged?” she demanded, her eyes very wide and innocent, a8 they searched his. “Why—why—<” He wns wondering if this had been what Ids mother had meant. ‘•Do you want to be engaged to rue!" “I don’t know. ... I guess so." He wanted to talk with his mother. He was sure that she must approve of what he was doing. “Well, then,” he Mild condescendingly, “we will be.” “It doesn’t seem right—so quick like ♦his.” Ann protested. “I thought it took a long time to get engaged.” “Oh,” reassured the boy, "it is always quick, when a woman likes a fellow." He swaggered pardonably. "We had better not tell any one until I get back." “A secret engagement! . . . I should like to tell Fanny, though." “Better hot." he'hinted darkly. “Why?” “Well. I don’t want to seem conceited, but I do think she likes me quite a lot.” “Oh,” exclaimed Ann. “that Is romantic, too!” And in her voice there was envy of Fanny, and her unrequited passion. Hendricks Renneslyer walked home with his head in a whirl. He had left college, and was going to war. he was disinherited, und he had engaged himself to be married. He felt that he had put in a full morning's work, look at it as he would. • • • • • • • Mr. Cortlandt was standing at the window of his library, looking out into the faintly misted green of Washington square. His upright figure was drooping; he looked old and discouraged. "What is it?" Ann cried from the threshold. “Has there been a defeat?” Her guardian turned, a steady melancholy, in his deep eyes. “No,” he said, “it is not that. ... Is this true —what my sister tells me?” “What?” . “That you are engaged—and to young Hendricks?” “Yes, uncle." She erased the mom to him with lagging feet. “I —I hated to tell you. . . . He wants me to be engaged to him.” “Engaged? So soon! And young Hendricks! Why?" “Well —he thinks I am—rather nice." "Good lord, of course you are rather nice! Is that all?" Ann slid her hand Into his. “No," she confessed confusedly. "If you won’t laugh. I'll tell you.” She put her fresh lips very near his cheek, and murmured, "He thinks I am—pretty! He reallv does.” Mr. Cortlandt took her by her slender shoulders, and looked into her shamed eyes. “It is my fault,” he said heavily. “What is your fault?” "You are in love with him for that! Pretty? ... I have brought you up wrong, Ann. Instead of trying to keep you unspoiled, 1 should have told you each morning that you are a beautiful creature I I should have protected you in that way.” “Do you mean it, uncle? Am I really—like that?” “My dear, you really are!” She smiled at him radiantly. “Now imagine!” she said quaintly. “And I have been so afraid that Hendricks would wake up!” "Du you love him?” “I think so, uncle. . . % He says I do." “It may be years before he can afford to marry. He must make his own way.” “There's no hurry.” Ann said hastily, and then added sweetly: “Aren’t you a little glad to have me marry into your family?" Mr. Cortlandt looked deep into her lifted eyes. “My dear child.” he said unbelievably, “my family isn't good enough for you.” Ard he kissed her smooth cheek, and sighed. CHAPTER VI * Out and In. The Seventh regiment volunteered for one month only; In five weeks It was back again in New York. Ann was enormously glad to see Hendricks, but she had been looking forward so ecstatically to his return that when he appeared she was possibly a trifle disappointed. In her thoughts she had endowed him with extraneous charm, and looking at him she was conscious of a sudden sinking of her spirit. She made him tell her all about his brief campaign. They spent hours in the high dim library talking of it. and Ann glowed with martial excitement. She always thought of Hendricks as a soldier, ready, at the call, to sacrifice his life for his country, and she felt that It was only right fnr him to have everything he might want, including her, as that was his strange wish. She was extraordinarily supple and unselfish with him in these days, but.'while she understood that the Seventh regiment was to be demobilised immediately. she would not frankly face the fact that once her lover was mustered out. he would be merely a civilian again. When he came in one day. his uniform exchanged for a smartly checked coat and waistcoat and loose snuff-colored trousers, she looked at him aghast, and turned in bis arms so that bls lips pressed her hair Instead of her cheek. “How queer you look,” she said querulously. “It is good to get out of that uncomfortable uniform, I can tell you,” Hendricks returned indignantly. “Now you listen to me. I have something to tell you.” She looked up eagerly; already the members of the Seventh were volunteering Into other regiments and she thought Hendricks was about to announce that be bad done the same thing. “You have re-enlisted already!” Sbe clasped both her hands about his arm and lifted an adoring face. “Don't UV silly! The president will have elghty-flve thousand men under

;he new call; let them take their turn nt it; I have done my shnre." “But those men are enlisting for three years. Hendricks.” the duration of the war. Ann. You’ll see—lt will be over tu six months.” The girl’s hands dropped, while bleak indifference swept Into her face. Hendricks’ tone was defensive as he added, “I’ve got a position in a bank—third assistant receiving teller—and I um going to work tomorrow morning. They will pay me sixty dollars a month." “Will they?” Her tone was as unconcerned as a mere stranger’s. "Well, you might take an Interest, Ann! That Is seven hundred and twenty dollars a year. When I'm making a thousand I think we might be married.” Ann drew her arm away precipitately. “Oh, married!” she said, as startled as though the idea were en tirely new to her. “Plenty of people live on that.” “I suppose so. . . . I don’t know much about it, Hendricks, but tilings do seem expensive.” “It is the war," the boy said importantly. "When that is over they’ll come down again." "But I can’t think about It with the war still going on! Really, Hendricks, I can't take an Interest in marrying anybody while we are fighting.” And this was a fairly accurate description of her state of mind. Her imagination was entirely caught by the great drama and she had little Interest tn self-centered lovemaking. Late in May the Union army moved on where the Confederate flag flew in plain sight of all Washington. and in the successful occupation, Colonel Ellsworth, the leader of the New York Fire Zouaves, was killed. His death made a great sensation in New York, where he had been a popular figure, nnd as a result, there was a great rush for enlistment. As soon as the regiments were ready, they were sent off to Virginia, where the Federal army was advancing slowly, and engaging in unimportant clashes with the enemy. The North was eager for victories, and hailed the taking of Fairfax CourtHouse as an important event. Great crowds hung about before the newspaper bulletin boards, following the movements of the New York troops engaged in the advance; enthusiasm was in the air. and the women at the Sanitary commission redoubled their jfforts. Ann scraped so much lint in a day that she was, herself, amazed. In July, in an engagement at Manassas Junction, there came the fiist death in the war of any one Ann hud known. Young Philip Vanderdyken, with whom she had danced at her debut, was shot and buried on the field. This brought the tragic thing close; she was greatly shocked, and for a time she seemed almost to have transferred to him her feeling for her lover. Hendricks and his bookkeeping seemed incredibly remote. The boy droppetj Into the Washington Square house one hot afternoon when his work was over and found only his cousin Fanny. Mr. Cortlandt’s / /I ® Mild 7/ “She Knew I Was Coming Today.” darkened library was gratifyingly refreshing, and as he sank into the most comfortable chair, he allowed himself the luxury of complaint. “Where is Ann?” he demanded accusingly. Fanny flushed sensitively as she answered that she did not know. “She knew I was coming today," he said, darkly Irascible. “I can't think where she enn be,” Fanny murmured sympathetically, again and again. The outer door opened and there was a murmur of a girl’s clear voice in greeting. Old Joseph’s footsteps receded. but still the culprit did not appear; there was something reluctant in her delay. It was a good minute before her slim figure in wide crinoline was brilliantly outlined against the gloom of the doorway. She was apparently unaware of the disapproval she faced, for she smiled impersonally at the two cousins. “Hello,” she said. “Where have you been? It Is six o’clock.” “The Twenty-fourth Infantry marched away today,” Ann observed Impersonally. There was nothing to show that this fact had constituted the proverbial last straw on the load of her endurance. “I know,” Fanny said placidly, “We had bard work to get their havelocks finished In time. Even Ann worked on them," she added brightly, in an effort to lighten Hendricks’ gloom. “I am glad to hear that,” Hendricks said, in heavy approbation. “You don’t know what else I did,” Ann said defiantly. She was unreasonably Irritated at the sight of Hendricks* lounging in his uncle’s most comfortable chair, lemonade in hand. Fanny Interposed nervously, miserable in the face of a situation that was becoming strained. “You worked all the morning.” “She will become the talk of I the town,** his sister warned R him. (TO aarcuruEO ~

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