The Washington times., 1920-11-27
BY Winston Churchill.
Crisis" and Many Other Novels
of World Wide Popularity.

IATURE and man seemed to
M have conspired to make this
place vividly unreal. as toy
village comes painted from the
shop. There were no half-tones.
no poverty-in sight. at least; no
litter. On the streets and roads, at
the casino attached to the swim
ming pool and at the golf club
were to be seen bewildering ar,
rays of well-dressed. well-fed
women, intent upon pleasure and
exercise. Some of them gave him
glances that seemed to say. You
belong to u.s. and almost succeeded
In establishing the delusion.
The whole effect upon Holder, in
the state of mind in which he found
himself, was reactinG. stimulating,
disquietinG. At lunchcons and din
ners he was what is known as
"success"-a always that magic word.
He resisted. and none so quick as
women to scent resistance. His
very unbending attitude aroused
their inherent craving for rigidity
in his profession: he was neither
plastic. unctuous, nor subscrvient;
his very LONELINESS. redeemed by
the eyes and mouth. compelled their
attention. One of them told Mrs.
I.arrabbee that that rector of hers
would "do something"
But what, he asked himself, was
he resisting? He was no means a
Puritan; and while he looked upon
a reasonable aseticism as having
it's place i'm the faith that he pro-
fesSe6. it was no ascticism that pre-
vented more complete acquies-
ccnce on his part in the mad carni-
val that surrounded him.
I'm afraid you don't wholly ap-
prove of Bar Harbor," his hostess
rcmarked one morning.
AT first sight. it is somewhat
staggering to the provincial mind
he replied.
She smiled at him, yet with
knitted broWs.
You arc always putting me off
] never can tell what you think.
And vet I'm sure you have opinions.
You think these people frivolous, of
course"
Most of them are So" he an
swered. but that is a very super
fetal criticism The question is.
why are they SO? The sight OF Bar
IIarbor leads stranger to the re-
Election that the carnival mood has
become permanent with our coun-
trymcn. and especially with our
countryw
THE carnival mood" she repeated
thoughtfully, "yes, that expresses
il. We are light. we are always
trying to get away from ourselves.
and sometimes I wonder whether
there are any selves to get away
from. You ought to stop us" she
added, almost accusingly. ito bring
us to our senses"
SUBTLE QUESTIONS.
That's just it," he agreed. "Why
don't we? Why can't wc?"
"If more clergymen were like you,
! think perhaps you might
His tone. his expression were
revelations.
controlled himself But IN that mo-
mcnt Grace Larrabbee hafa glimpse
Of the man who had come to arouse
in her an intense curiosity. For an
instant tongue of the fires of Vul-
can had shot forth, fires that she
had suspected.
Aren't you too ambitious?" she
asked gently. And again. although
she did not often blundcr. she saw
him vince. Il don't mean ambi-
tious for yourself. But surely you
have made a remarkable beginning
at St Johns. Everybody admires
and respects you, has confidence in
YOU. You are so sure of YOURSELF"
she hesitated for a moment, for she
had never vcnturcd to discuss re-
1igion with him; "of your faith.
Clcrgymen ought not to be apollo
Eetic, and your conviction cannot .
fail, in the long run, to have it's
effect"
Its effect--on what?" he asked.
Mrs. Larrabbce was suddenly at
sea. And she prided herself on a
lack OF that vagueness generally
attributed to her sex.
"On----on everything. On what