The Washington times., 1920-11-28
IRE of Youth
Continued from Last Sunday
CHAPTER XVI.
A ksu Life.


80 apartment In the "Rubens."
that rabbit warren OF studios In
Eighth avenue. were preparing q
dinner Mt for the gods-in a chafing
dish.
do you think" inquired clarice.
arms akimbo over her paint-fecked
smock. her pleasant face flushed BY
the heat OF the gas burner. do you
think. Addie, a dinner fit for the
gods in a chafing dish could ever be
a success?"
My DEAR cried Adela. lifting
her eyes from their intent contem-
plation of the salad bowl, "of course
I do. II those gods are in the
chafing dish, the poor old chicken
can't possibly go wrong. don't you
see-not a chance-even II 1t tried
ever SO hard"
"No," pensively answered Clarice.
"I suppose the poor thing knows
it's dedicated, doesn't III"
Dedicated and consecrated," af.
firmed Adela.
"Toos bad there's only one man
coming" murmured Clarice. do
you think Anthony is a god7" she
added with a feigned air OF naive
simplicity she loved to assume.
Adela pretended not to hear and
did not answer.
"I know you do" half whispered
Clarice. But Adela's hearing had
deteriorated. A faint flush was her
only response. Clarice turned
toward the chicken a la King and
smiled. There were times when
even she. privileged though she
was, thought it best not to tease
Adela further. The spirit Of mis-
chief in her, however. seemed to be
warmed by the gas burner
did gods ever eat salad?" she
yentured again.
mo. dear" Adela answered in
scrutably. "Nebuchadnezzar was
the first on record. I believe. And
he ate it," she went on quickly.
'only after his great dream. And
you, missile. better stop dreaming
and watch the chicken-or salad is
all you'll eat"
Clarice laughed and turned
chickenward again.
For six months now Adela had
been living in New York. The diff
ficulty Of gathering sufficient money
for her venture had given her a
tedious and miserable additional
year of longing for her hegira. But
here she was at last, an art student
at the League, living with her fell
low student, Clarice Hyde. and en-
joying at least a portion Of her
hearts desire.
It was now April. nineteen-six.
teen. Some twenty-odd months had
passed since Anthony's return from
London. History, ordinarily so
snail.like in her pace, had taken
monstrous strides. We In America
who were still neutral, except as
to our sympathies, were living as
under an Opaque shadow Of events,
daily expecting the sun of sanity
to emerge upon the mad storm Of
Europe. But still the cry OF the ag-
gressors seemed to be that Of Kip
ling's beasts: LET in the jungle!
Let in the jungle!" In America,
more consistently perhaps than
anywhere else, people felt that no
such evil could triumph under the
sun. But still it was triumphing.
Belgium was devastated, northern
France lay waste. the Lusitania
had been sunk, and from the sea
to Switzerland the gigantic armies
lay locked as in a death grapple.
Yet near though we were to the
catastrophe, our daily life was lit
tie changed. Red Cross and other
bodies were soliciting funds for the
stricken, and we were proud to be
feeding the entire nation Of Bel
GUM. Prices were rising and dyes
were unobtainahle. But New York
was still building a subway. Fifth
avenue looked precisely the same.
Manufacturers for the most part
we're growing enormously rich and
speculation on the Stock Exchange
frequently broke from the financial
columns to the first page of the
newspapers.
Speculation was drawing Anthony
also TO its fitful fare. Old man
Judd was right, after all. No broker
seemed able to abstain from specu-
lation altogether. Fabulous tales
were current of profits in steels
and munitions, and hardly any one
could resist their appeal. 1t was
like the lure of the lottery in Latin
countries. Even Douglas Nash,
whose bird-like little mother was