The Washington herald., 1920-12-19

u.s. Also lnelr draft on
N. Y. for 100000. the amount alb
stracted from the funds OF this COM
pany by the late J. Churchill Wahr-
field, its former president. The
onicers and directors unite in re-
Questing me to express to you their
sincere esteem and thanks for your
prompt and much appreciated re-
turn OF the entire missing sum with
In two weeks from the time Of it's
disappearance. Can assure
you that the matter will not be al
lowed to receive the least publicity.
Regret exceedingly the dis
tressing death of Mr.. Wahrfield by
MS own hand. but Congratu-
lations on your marriage to Miss
Wahrfield many charms, win
ming manners. noble and womanly
nature and envied position in the
best metropolitan society
Cordially yours.
LUC1US z. APPLICABLE
First Vice-President the Republic
Insurance Company.
The Vitagraphoscope
tMoving Pictures)
The Last Sausage
Scene-An Artists Studio. Tht
artist, young man of prepossess-
ing appearance, sits in a detected
attitude. amid a litter of sketches.
with his head resting upon his-hand.
An Oil stove stands on a pine box
in the center of the studio. The
artist rises. tightens his waist belt
10 another hole. and lights the stove.
he goes to tin bread box. half
hidden by screen, takes out a SOL
itary link of sausage, turns the box
u>side-down to show that there Is
no more. and chucks the sausage
into frying-pan. which he sets
upon the stove. The fame of the
stove goes out. showing that there
is no more OH. The artist. in evil
dent despair, seizes the sausage. in
a sudden access OF rage. and hurls
IT violently from him. At the same
time a door opens, and a man who
enters receives the sausage forcibly
against his nose. He seems to cry
out; and is observed to make a
dance step or two, vigorously. The
newcomer is a ruddy-faced, active.
keen-looking man, apparently of
irish ancestry. Next he is observed
to laugh immoderately; he kicks
over the stove; he clasps the artist
lwho IS vainly striving to grasp his
hand) vehemently upon the back
Ihen he goes through a pantomime
which to the sufficiently intelligent
spectator reveals that he has ac-
quired large sums of money by
trading pot-metal hatchets and ra-
zors to the Indians of the Cordillera
Mountains for gold dust. He draws
roll of money as large AS a smaall
loaf OF bread from his pocket, and
waves it above his head. while At
the same time he makes pantomime
of drinking from glass. The art
ist hurriedly secures his hat. and
the two leave the studio together.
The Writing on the Sands
Scene-The Beach at Nice. A
woman. beautiful, still young. ex-
qulsltely clothed, complacent,
poised. reclines near the water,
idly scrawling letters in the sand
with the staff of her silken parasol.
The beauty of her face Is audacious;
her languid pose is one that you feel
to be impermanent-you wait, ex-
pectant, for her to spring or glide or
crawl. like panther that has un-
accountably become stock-still.
She idly scrawls in the sand: and
the word that she always writes is
Isabel" A man sits a few yards
away. You can see that they are
companions, even if no longer COM
rades. His face is dark and smooth,
and almost inscrutable-but not
quite, The two speak little togeth-
er. The man also scratches on the
sand with his cane. And the word
that he writes is "Anchuria" And
then he looks out where the Medi-
'terrsnean and the sky intermingle,
with death in his gaze.
The wilderness and Thou
Scene-The borders of a Gentle
mans Estate in a Tropical Land
An old Indian, with a mahogany
colored face. is trimming the grass
on grave by a mangrove swamp.
Presently he rises to his feet and
walks slowly toward a grove that
is shaded by the gathering, brief
twilight. In the edge of the grove
stands q man who is stalwart, with
kind and courteous air, and a
woman Of a serene and clear-cut
loveliness. When the old Indian
comes up to them the man drops
money In his hand. The grave
tender, with the stolid pride of his
race, takes 1t as his due. and goes
his way. The two in the edge of the
grove turn back along the dim
pathway. and walk close, close-for,
after all, what is the world at it's
best but a little round field of the
moving pictures with two walking
together, in it?
Curfaiu