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14 ' 4 Ft h 3 i i ve i i # r : i de oe 4 ae a 4 : i "i ¢ H ' 1 4 | | i } } ' i a | i i 'g 1] 4 Sie ! $0 5 i " 1 4 » 1 | | i! ! { ' 3 a by £ " THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, (THURSDAY, JUNE 25, 1931 ng ¥ iE ho THE TA | The Lawrence family, although the best sense of the word pioneers, not come to the Golden West means of covered wagons. They had left their Boston moorings like the gentlfolk of means and leisure that they were, in the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and firty- nine, and had sailed elegantly for Rio, for Buenos Aires and around the E. 2. They had loitered in Val- paraiso and in Lima for some weeks, taking things easily, in a leisurely way, and had in due time came up the stormy coast of California and had dropped anchor in the opales- tent harbor ef Yerba Buena. For San Francisco had been still familiarly known as Yerba Buena then and the blue waters of the bay bad lapped the strand at Montgom- try Street. The globe-trotters, mag- nificlent Philip Lawrence and his frail Indian-shawled pretty wife, had remained on the ship for a few days, for the settlement on shore promised small comfert for tourists. Thus they had enjoyed a safe view not only of the glorious harbor strewn with green islands and ringed with eternal hills, but of the busy traffic between the Mexicans, Span- Ish, Chinese and Japanese fishing smacks and trading boats that had put off from the shore. Barly in their second week, how- sver, they had been obliged to seek lodging ashore. This was for two reasons, one impartant, one ridicu- lous. The important reason was that an heir to the Lawrences was about to be born. The absurd rea- son was that some preposterous per- son had discovered! gold, or had pre- tended to, at a place called Sutter Creek and that every one in Yerba Buena had promptly lost his senses. Philip and Abigail Lawrence nat- urally did not lose their senses. They were rich anyway; they were above this undignified scramble for lucre. Philip had an income of three thousand a year and Abigail's father owned five saifing vessels, including this. very Abby Baldwin. in,which they had spent their honeymoon. But the. sailors, and indeed the officers of the Abby Baldwin, were not above acquiring fortunes and they had instantly deserted the ship and made for the gold region. So Philip and Abigail had signaled a Chinese crab-catcher and in his lit- tle shallop he had rowed them and tarpet bags ashore. They had felt affronted and be- wildered, and Abigail wery faint. But, pale and heroic and smiling she had said to Philip that within three days the men would be back and that then they--Philip and she-- would be able to make pretty stiff Jerms with them. They had gone fo "the Frenchwo- | man's" a quaint-looking abode house on & hill, 'with an upper balcony and shutters. There were no wind- ow-sashes but there were tents of mossuito-netting over the hed and the bare floors were clean. Down= stairs was merely a level of dim ar- cades, earthen-floored and smelling of spilled wine, where men lounged on benches and where the French- woman herself tended the bar. But the upstairs room had been comfort- able enough and Abigail had put the daguerreotype of her mother-- 8 hook-nosed ringleted woman in flowing striped silks--on the table, and had eaten a shore mealof fish stew, dumplings, fresh soft black Aigs, sour bread and thin wine, with some appetite, This would do for the present she had said. But one could not live quite like a savage, after al!, and Immediately after breakfast tome%- row Philip must find a really nice | place, even if he had to buy it, and a | good plain servant and a nurse, If | not, then they would have to go back to the ship. 80 much for Phillip's benefit. But when he had gone out after supper to walk about a little on the uneven hilly streets and listen to the shout- ing and singing of the strangely mixed population, and watch the rard games, the drinking and the tights, Abigail had left very low= spirited indeed and had cried a little secretly into the big hard French pillow. They had . been eleven months getting so far and the baby was due in a few weeks' time. Pers haps it would be weeks before they could get a crew on the Abby Bald- win, Philip had returned flushed, dis- tressed and annoyed from his search the next morning; he had returned flushed, distressed and in- creasingly annoved from the searches of the following days. Des- perate, he had rented a spanking team and a loose-wheeled buggy, and begun to drive about the ad- joining country looking for shelter. For it had become obvious now that the crew was not going to re- _ turn fo the Abby Baldwin. The ship had swung rotting at her an~ thor in a dismal company of oth- ar deserted vessels week In and fifty miles southeast Yerba Buena they had re; on a rancho. It was ' y a widow, one Senora 0, who lived farther south another hacienda and was will- to rent this one to the strang- A four-square adobe building ods, figs and peppers, had contained no furnishings what- .goever when the Lawrences had "moved in. But many trips up to the Abby Baldwin had preity well transform= = ly aan ul oa breathlessly gra at somehow with the ald of a Mormon doctor from Benicia and the care of two stolid wall-eyed Mexican. women, 1 had actually brought forth # first-born daughter, had made no gomplaints. Poor Abigail had laughed for- 'v on the first anniversary of wedding day. It had found her 'weak and weary. stretched on » ' matiress on the floor of one of the tool rooms, while & burning August day had hammered away at the in |SPread level acres of the ranciau outside. Beside her had been Annle Sarah. Somehow Abigail's ordeal had been got over and she had been free then to cry a little, thinking of her room at home in an orderly |shaded Massachusetts village, with Ma's lavender-scented linen on the smooth bed and roses in a green lace curtains blowing softly in and out of the opened upstairs win- dows. Lilacs, trembling grass and Grandpa's grave in the graveyard, and doughnuts and currant jelly-- oh, dear! As soon as the baby and the mother were well upon the road to normal living, Philip and Abigail had seriously discussed going home. They had kept a sharp eye on all the vessels that came in the Gate. and Philip had gone up to the city at least once a week to see what the chances were. Then old Senora Castellazo had died and her sons had wished to cispose of the Santa Clara Hacienda. Four hundred acres for nine hundred dollars. Philip had considered it a wise in'®,tment. There was fruit--some fruil--there already, there were sheep and cate tle included in the sale price. Upon consideration it had seemed to Philip that this sunshiny shelt- ered flat region, well inland, was the coming district and that by holding on to the property ten years--fifteen years, he and Abi- gail could not fail to be among the prosperous pioneers of the new world. Meanwhile Fanny Lucy had been born. It had been rather that a fine ship had left for South America and eastern ports on the very next day. She had delayed so Philip and Abigail had really hop- ed to be able to sail on her. But Fanny Lucy had delayed too and |had unconsciously affected her parents' destinies thereby. For letters had gone to Boston -n {that ship and letters four months {later somehow had struggled over- {land in answer, The respective families of Abigail and Philip had by perfectly delighted at their venture and wrote that they were {certainly envious of the dwellers in a country where there were no snow, no thunderstorms and no poverty. They said they were hav- |ing a terrible winter and that Abi- jgail's father had shut himself up in |the attic for nine days after hear- ling of the fate of the Abby Bald- win, | Philip's brother Silas and Abi- {gail's brother Adoniram had been so fired with enthusiasm that they { had sold out their interest in the |family shoe business and were now jon their way to 8t. Joe honing to join a caravan, and Philip's aged mother, a blue-nosed crepe-clad widow of forty-seven who was sink- ing rapidly to the grave, as her years beseemed, had sent a message {to the effect that she was coming itoo, soon's she could get rid of Sam's. place. This had somewhat flattered and somewhat dashed the westerr. | branch of the family but they had been more pleased than otherwise |and had at once assumed the com- |placency of those whose judgment 118 justified. | In due course the four hundred acres became four thousand acres, |and the fifteen head of cattle that {many hundred head. The pioneers |became "the lucky Lawrences.' | Brothers, cousins, old mother, oid father, they flourished and waxed (fat. Abigail bore eight daughters land a son, and the girls all mar- |ried durthg the late sixties and ear- i seventies, in a land in which wo- en were still rare and prized. San Francisco grew like a mush- {room and Philip might have opei:- |ed a thousand doors to great wealtn had he been a man to see. But he ielosed one after the other with his fown hand and went blindly on in an infatuation of satisfaction with {his rolling acres, his miles of fruit trees, the growing family over {which he ruled supreme. | Some of the girls went east when they married, some lived in San [Francisco or Stockton, some died. It was not a salubrious day for pioneer women, with one out of every seven dying in childbirth. Some were poor opening boarding- houses, scrimping In lonely cross- road villages. But no one of them ever forgot {that she was a lucky Lawrence and belonged to a distinguished New England Yamily. 'They hoarded nahogany and lace and yellowed old glass berry bowls; they sent back to Boston for faded primitive paints; they talked incessantly of the significant fact that the L.w- rences had not come to California as pioneers, oh dear, no! Mother Lawrence had come to San Fran- cisco harbor on her wedding trip, on one of Grandfather Baldwin's own trading ships, The one son, Patterson Lawrence duly married too and lived in the house with which his parents had replaced the old adobe hacienda. The hacienda was used as a grain house, a place for hides and ropes and farm machinery, The new house stood six hundred feet near- er the highway and was reached by a long lane of poplars and eucalyptus. Abigail, and after her daughter- in-law, in their fervor to encour- age shade in that hot dry country, 4 | planted everything upon which they could put their hands, close to thc house. They did not foresee that the pampas grass and the verbena trees, the peppers and roses and evergreens would grow closer, thick- its bay. , its cupola and balustradéd roof, was caught tight- ly in dusty heavy leafage, and the garden filled with mossy slippery patches where even in summer no light, crept'in on the sickly grass. The house built in the early seventies had three wide steps ir [front coming up from the path, fand a shallow veranda upon wiic. bay windows, on either side of th: glass vase on the bureau, and the | long in San Francisco harbor i..at | er, darker every year. Eventually [ville old frame building LUCKY LAWRENCES By KATHLEEN NORRIS |door, protruded. 'The door itself was wide and made wider by the rectangles of colored glass that framed it. In the door were panels of dark red glass, with woodland scenes, deer, willow trees, bridges, etched upon them in white. For thirty years the house of Lawrence had been in eclipse and the gar- den showed it. t The baronial acres had long since 'melted away; the sleepy prosperous town of Clippersville was situated where the Castellazo bull ring had once stood and only the four acres | surrounding the house and a smal i farm some miles away down toward the marshes remained to the lucky Lawrences of the ancestral glory. Acre by acre old Philip Lawrence and his son Patterson had watched their fortunes decline; the old pio- neer of the Yerba Buena days liv- ed to see the end of the century end the end of his own prosperity, and died leaving what remained in hands even less capable than his own, For Patterson Lawrence was a poet who lived merely to gather worthless old books about him, to dream over the painstaking penning of insignificant essays "which were {rarely printed and for which he {was never paid. He read papers (o !infant chambers of commerce frem {Sacramento to Riverside, comparing California to Athens, and hymn- ing poppies, fog, Junipero Serra and sea gulls in countless verses all beginning with rapturous praises of the Golden State. | At forty he daughter who had been precariously existing for all her sixteen years |upon bread, water and the Sonnets {from the Portuguese in a shanty on |Rincon Hill. Editha before her |early death brought to the house of |Lawrence two sons and throw | daushters, Sixteen when she mar- {rled, ten years later, when Aricl {was born, she quietly, happily ex- | pired, to music, as it were, | Por Patterson had been reading | poetry to her, the four older chil- | dren, by some miracle, quiet and joccupied down by the creck, and jAriel in her mother's arms taking {a fourth-day view of life, when death came, ing, Pat! She's going to be a great poet and make all our fortunes!' Editha had said. And one minutc later she had slipped away, leaving the prophecy to giid little Ariel's childhood. | The widowed elderly father did {the best he could for them all until |his eldest son was nearly eighteen and Gail a capable bustling housc Imanager two years younger, Then the big guns began to boom across the water, the service flags flashed in answer upon many a quiet flag- {pole in Clippersville, and Patterson Lawrence, almost sixty years old {put a copy of Keats in one pocket and a copy of Shelley in the other and hurried off to die of flu in overcrowded Washington, just as that he was helping his country and doing the patriotic thing. Then il and Gail had to shoulder the burden, Gail Lawrence was supremely the girl for the jcb. She was squarely built, woman at sixteen, brimming with interests. jactivities, ambitions and enthus- | lasms, | By this time the once lucky Law- rence had almost no money. The {laus was rented for something less than three hundred a year and {taxes were always over two hun- dred. Philip had all but finished high school. But as Phil and Galil quite simply agreed, meals wer: more important than education. So Phil went to work at the iron works, and Gall, upon being offered a job in the public lMbrary, accepted it gratefully. They were proud of themselves and of their responsibility, and ail Clippersville applauded them. They scrambled along in the disreputable old house very happily; they werc always laughing, singing, going on picnics; they were passionately de- voted to one another and every onc was sure that they would get along splendidly. Were they not the last of the lucky Lawrences? Surest of all was Galil, the resc- lute undaunted optimistic mothe" and sister, cook, nurse and lawmak~ er in one. Life had been a story to Gall for a few years and she had turned a fresh page eagerly every day. She and Edith were go- ing to marry delightful men and Phil should marry too. And Sam- my should live in Edith's house and Ariel in Gail's, and Ariel should write wonderful poetry. There would be plenty of money for everything as there always had But somehow it had not worked out that way. Gail had grown a little more sober, a little thinner, as the years had slipped by; they had all grown shabbler., Even to her, poverty began to seem a seri- ous matter. Phil had always been brief, wor- ried and unresponsive when Gail had tried to drag him into her dreams. Edith hated poverty too; it hurt her pride. She had grown quieter, bookish, intellectual, some- thing of a recluse, Sammy had done nothing except slide through his shoes and get D- minus marks in his studies. And Ariel was completely spoiled. They had all spoiled the shy thistledown- headed little girl of ten, with a boy's voice , that she had been when her father had: dled, they had all hailed her as a poet before she could fairly write. She did write poetry and that was enough for Clippersville. Clippers- 5 was not critical; wrote. And she was discontented, proud and unmanageable 3s . would not go to school without con- stant urging and under constant ther the outlook was dis- cobragng and promised to grow 80. There were moments when even Gail could not quite be- lieve in the luck of the Lawrences. Her twenty-third birthday found Gall a quick-witted eager capable married a poets | "She looks as if she were listen- | sure as his loyal children were surc | iranch three miles back in Stanis- + girl, secretly a little bit scared and doubtful but outwardly gay, irre- sponsible and pleasant to look at, like all the Lawrences. The older four had tawny thick hair; Phil's {was closely cropped; Edith wore {hers wound about her young head in severe braids. Sam's was often 'a disheveled scandal, and Gail's not (much better, But Gall's was the |wayiest, the brightest, the thickest. | These four had blue eyes, thick |black lashes, heavy eyebrows and square-fingered hands. The Law- {rence hands were different from any other hands in Clippersville. {The Lawrences stood on their feet | peculiarly too, braced like young blooded horses at stance, thelr |manes thrown back, the whites of | thelr eyes showing. | Ariel was ¢jfferent; frail, pink- jcheeked and cream-skinned, wit \frightened big hazel eyes and a !small mouth. Ariel's hair was | corn-silk, and she never stood any- {where at all; she floated or drifted ; or slipped through life. 'Phil worked in the iron works for {eighty dollars a month, Gail was {paid half that monthly for a seven~ yday week in the public library {Edith made thirty dollars a month | !as assistant In the book department {of Muller's big store, Sammy was |supplementing his school career at Inincteen with eager labors as | errand boy and general office heip jon the Challenge, {supposed to be in high school. Ariel lwas now a fairylike seventeen. And Gail was twenty-one. had presents at the breakfast table {in the good old Lawrence fashion. (The Lawrences always managed to 'give one another presents on anni- | versaries, Phil rather half-heart- edly gave her a book, admitting that Edith had suggested it, {bought it and collected from hia. ithe money. Edith gave her silver i slippers, scissors, two packs of small {playing cards for evening solitaire, !a Dedham bowl for Gail's favorite {meal of hot bread and milk, and {two pairs of service-wear stockings |All these were daintily wtapped and |tied in Edith"s own way, and Gall, (swallowing coffee and buttering (toast, spent her whole breakfast time in protesting gratitude. Ariel gave her a silver spoon tc go with the bowl, fending off Gail's kiss ungraciously and muttering {that Edith had made her do it, Shc {would give Gail something "de cent," she mumbled resentfully in her odd boy's voice, if she ever Lad 'a cent of her own, Gail's joyous {laugh had a pang under it; Ariel jhad become expert in causing that pang of late. Sammy's gift was a pair of bright new {shoes; This was April in California There would be no rain until Noe vember | "Well, gee, Bonners' had a sal, rand I di'n' know whatjer wanted! {Sam said confusedly when they all llaughed. Cail kissed him too with {the motherly tender kiss the {had never missed Then she and Edith rushed the breakfast paraphernalia into the !sink; big plates underneath th ipyramld that rose through smallcy |plates, saucers and bowls, to cups and glasses. Ariel was off to school, Phil had disappeared: Sammy had gone first of all. The two girls scrambled through the necessary kitchen work with a speed born of {lone practice. The big' kitchen was shaded, was in order. There were islands of worn dark-brown linoleum on the splintery floor, but they had re- treated Into the unused corners. The walls were painted a dark blue, stained and streaked with the dis- tillation of the meals of sixty-five long years. The old house had set- tled a little as if annoyed, in the great earthquake, and the kitchen Ifloor ever since had run downhill toward the pantry door which, opening outward, had to be drag- ged up with some force like a ship's door in a slight list... The Taw- ence girls were still occasionally cooking on the great French rang: that measured twelve feet by six. But gas had been brought into the house about the time of her father's marriage and on one end of the range was a three-burner stove {and a portable oven, where most of the family's meals were prepared. On this birthday moriing Gail and Edith went upstairs. Gail was heated from domestic labors; her face looked pale with heat; her rich curly hair, brighter than Edith's, was tousled. Gail's glance approved of Edith, "That looks bet- ter on you than it'ever did on Mary Tevis," she observed. Edith studied: herself in the mir- ror dispassionately. "I never would have got it," she said. "I den't like dots, But it cer- tainly has come in usefully." "The worst of Mary Tevis is, she'll give you a bunch of things one time and then forget you for seven years!" Gail, having made herself comparatively presentable, said briskly: "Now, when I'm sich I shall have a list of girls--damn such a shoe lace!" "Abigail, you ought not say that." "I know I oughtn't. But look at ft? "You'll get Ariel saying it." Gail mended her lace, looked up with a flushed face. "Didn't you think Ariel beautiful at breakfast, Ede?" "Oh yes, she really is." "Do you think--this may all be my imagination--but do you think she's really interested in boys al- ready?" together con- Their eyes flashed sclously, "Oh yes, I know she is!" Edith answered unhesitatingly. "She's only seventeen!" "Well," said Edith, who combined a recluse's sensitiveness and tem- Rerament with an occasional flash of daring, "I was fond of the boys at sixteen." Edith, preity as she was, had never had a beau and Gail knew it. But it was the unwritten law of sisterhood not to say so. 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