The Washington times., 1920-08-28
The Restless Sex
A Romantic Film Drama With
MARION DA VIES
BY Robert w. Chambers.
By Robert w. Chambers.

} you are just<s boy again. and I love
you dearly. and I'm going 10 kiss
your hair. very cautiously, before l
go downstairs.
I've done it. I'm going sr%wr now;
CHAPTER xxH.
1t happened one day late in May
that cleland. desiring local accur-
acy of detail In a chapter of his
brand new novel. put on his hat and
walked to Washington Square and
across II, south. into the slums.
New leaves graced the trees In
the park; spring flowers bloomed
around the fountain. and the grass
was rankly fragrant where IL had
just been moved.
But he left the spring freshness
behind him when he entered that
sad. dingy. swarming region to the
south, where the only clean creature
seemed to be the occasional police
man In his new summer tunic, ssun-
tering aloof amid the noise and
wretchedness and the foul odors
made fouler by the sunshine.
Cieland presently found the
squalid street which he wished to
describe in convincing detail, and
stood there on the corner in the
shelter of a tobacconist's awning
making preliminary mental notes.
Then, as he fshed out notebook
and pencil, intent on professional
memoranda, he saw Grismer.
GRIsMER sHABBIER THAN EVER.
The man wore shabbier clothes
than Cleland had ever before seen
"a
filthy street at his usual graceful
and leisurely saunter. and he did
not see Cleland under the awning.
There was a chop-suey restaurant
opposite, shabby. disreputable,
odoriferous place. doubly repulsive
in the pitiles sunshine. And into
this sauntered Grismer and disap-
peared.
The slight SHOCK of the episode
remained to bother Cleland all the
morning. He kept thinking OF 1t
while trying to work; he could not
seem to put it from his mind ana
finally threw aside his manuscript.
took his hat and stick. and went out
with the intention of lunching.
1t was nearly lunch time, but he
colored Hotel Rochambeau, with its
green awnings and it's French flag
flying. He took the other way,
scarcely realizing what he meant to
do until he turned the corner into
Blocker street
INVITES GRISMER TO LUNCH.
search of presently; TWO steps
down. an area gate and bell en-
crusted with rust. and "a diseased
In
patient misery.
"You poor devil,"\he said, offering
a cautious caress; but the gaunt
creature struck at him and fed. re
He rang. Jangling echoes re-
sounded from within. Two negro
wenches and a Ch.naman surveyed
him from adjoining houses. He
could smell a sour stencil from the
beer saloon opposite, where fat
German was washing down the side
walk with a MOB.
Hello. Cleland. This is very
nice Of you. Come in" said a plesa-
ant voice behind him. and. as he
turned, Grismer. in shabby slippers
and faded dressing-gown, opened
the iron wicket.
81 hadn't called" said CleLand a
little stiffly, so / thought Id
drop in for a moment and take you
out somewhere to lunch"
Grismer smiled his curious, nom
committal smile and ushered him
into a big, whitewashed basement,
with a screen barring the further
end and quite bare except for a few
bits Of furniture, some plaster
casts and half a dozen revolving
tables on which stood unfinished
studies in clay and wax.
Ito he Continued Monday
Copyright. 1917, 1918. by the International
Magazine Company