The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1916-09-02
CHAPTER Nv.

tide. Its shadow has fallen on every
Christmas since then. And. in the in
nocent insolence Of our hearts. we had
planned such a merry one.
We stirred the plum buildings. We
planned out everything that we should
like to do. Old Janery. back from
China, came to us on the 12th of De-
cember and threw himself heart and
soul into our side of the work. He took
up our life just as though he had left
II the day before yesterday-just the
same sun glazed. berry-red giant. noisy.
laughter-loving and various.
The first thing he did was to clamor
for Adrian. the man OF fame. But the
three Bolderos were not coming till the
2+th. Adrian was making one last
glorious squirt. SO Doria said. In order
to finish the great book before Christ
mas. Adrian. with his new lease OF
health and inspiration. had plunged
deeper than ever into his work. SO that
II was almost impossible to get hold of
him. On the few occasions when he did
emerge from his workroom into the
, light of friendly smiles. he gave glow
| Ing accounts OF progress. He was sat
\ isfying his poets dreams. He was
pTOpHet. L saw
him at the beginning of December. His
fhce was white and CHASTITY. the fur
| row had deepened between his brows
! and the strained squirt had become
permanent In his eyes. He laughed
| when I repeated my warnings OF the
| spring. Small wonder, said he. that he
did not look robust: virility was going
from him into every drop OF ink. he
i q at la pan
| And then"-he clapped me on the
shoulder-"my boy-you shall see! II
i will be worth all the infantile prodigies
You thought was going OF my chump
you dear old fuss-box. But you wer,
wrong. 30 did Doria-for a week Of
two. Bless her. she's an artists wifi,
In ten million"
Have you thought OF a title?"
asked.
God" said he. "Yes-.God' short
like that. Isn't II good?"
/ cried out that II was in the wors
possible taste.
Il please to call it," said he. by tn,
only conceivable title that 10 ade
auate to such a work" Then HI
charm. and nlled up my wine glass
ANYHOW. wittekind. who has tn
! commercial end OF things in view
thinks it's ripping" He lifted hi
!, glass. Here's to God
, When told Barbara about this sh
rather agreed with wittekind. 1t al
depended on the matter and the dual
ity of the book itself.
OF dissension. thank heaven tn,
wretched compositions nearly fnish
ed"
:, On the morning Of the 2Sd came m
! cousin Eileen and her offspring. an
In the afternoon came Liosha an
! Mrs. Considjne. Jaffery met his dy
4 manic widow with frank heartinesI
q and for the hour before bedtime Their
: were wild doinRs in the nursery. !
y which neither my wife. nor my cou
d sin, nor Mrs. Considine. nor mysel
, were allowed to participate. Whe
J. nurses sounded the retreat our tw
= Brobdignagians appeared In til
n drawing room. radiant and dishev
II eled. with children sticking to thei
a like flies. II was only when / sa'
> Liosha. by the side Of Jaffery. uncor
: sciously challenging him. as It wer
physical woman against physic'
man. with three children-two In ne
! generous arms and one on her back
to his mere pair-that I realized, wit
u the shock that always attends one
= discovery Of the aobvious, the super
Is Olympian greatness Of the creatur
She stood nearly six feet to his 81
a feet two. He stopped ever so it'll