The Washington times., 1920-10-14
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-of oourse- It's a MASTERPIECES.
crtsmer." said the other quietly.
Into Grizmer's pale face slow
oplor came and spread
--ThAts worth living for" he said.
-Whatr'
II said that I'm glad i have lived
thing 1 have DONE" said Grismer.
with a smile.
Il don't understand why you
should care about my opinion" re-
turned Cleland. turning an amused
and questioning gaze on the sculp-
tor. I'm no critic, you know"
'I know" nodded Grismer, with
his odd smile. "But your approval
means more than any critic has to
offer me. There's an arm
chair over there, If you care to be
seated"
Cielland tok his glass of orange
Juice with him. Grismer set his
on the floor and dropped onto the
ragged couch.
ANYBODY can point 1t up now"
he said. 'Tt ought to be cast In
silver-grey bronze, not Furnished
q trifle over life size"
"You must have worked like the
q BRIEF period"
"Oh, / work that way-when I do
work. . I've been anxious-wor-
ried over what you might think.
s's I'm satisfied now"
He filled and lighted his pipe,
leaned back clasping his we'll made
arms behind his head.
LIBERTY OF CHOICE.
"Cleland," he said, "it's a strange
sensation to feel power within ones
self-be conscious of II. certain of
II. and deliberately choose not to
TO use It. And the very
liverty Of choice is an added power"
Clelland looked up. perplexed.
Grismer smiled. and his smile SEEM
ed singularly care-free and tranquil:
"Just think" he said. what the
gods could have done IL they had
taken the trouble to bestir them
selves What they did do makes vol
umes Of mythology: what they re-
Trained from doing would continue
in the telling through all eternity.
What they did betrayed their power"
ne added. with a whimsical gesture
toward his fountain: but what they
refrained from doing interests me,
Cleland-fascinates me, arouses my
curiosity. my respect, my awe, and
my gratitude that they. were god
like enough to disdain display
that they were decent enough to
leave to the world material to feed
its imagination"
Clelland smiled somberIy at Girls
mer's whimsical humor, but his fea-
lures settled again into grave. care
worn lines, and his absent gaze rest
ed on nothing. And Grismer's gold
en- eyes studied him.
1T must be pleasant out there in
the country" he said casually.
"It's cool You must go there.
Grismer. This place is unendur-
able. Do go up while Phil Grayson
is there"
"Is there anybody else~
"Helen--and Stephanie," he said.
using her name with an effort. "The
Belters were there for a week. No
doubt Stephanie will ask other peo-
pie during the summer"
"When do you go back?" asked
Grismer quietly.
There was short silence, then
Cleland said in a voice Of forced
frankness:
SECRET PLACES OF MIND.
81 was about to tell you that I'm
going over to Paris for a while.
You know how it is-a man grows
restless-wants to run over and
take a look at the place just to
satisfy himself that it's still there"
His strained smile remained stamp
ed on his face after his gaze shift
ed from Grismer's penetrating eyes
-unsmiling, golden-deep eyes that
seemed to have perceived a rent in
him, and were looking through the
aperture into the secret places of
his mind.
,"Oh, 1 don't know. Some time this
week, IL can get accommodations"
You go alone"
"why-of courser'
81 thought perhaps you might
feel that Stephanie ought to see
Europe"
II hadn't-considered
He Redeemed. took a swallow OF
his orange juice. and, holding the
glass. turned his eyes on the wax
model
How long will you be away?"
asked Grismer in his still and sing
ulsrly agreeable voice.
There was another silence. Then
C1eland made painful effort at
careless frankness once more:
THAT reminds me, Grismer," he
exclaimed. 'T can't ever repay you
for that fountain. but I can do my