The Washington times., 1920-07-29
The Restless Sex
A Romantic Film Drama With
MARION DA VIES
By Robert W. Chambers
By Robert w. Chambers.

; But l should never pursue thS Urs-
fession further; never study medi-
cine; never desire to become T. pro-
fessional physician. The minute !
graduate / shall rent a studio and
start In to md out what most prop
erly shall be my vehicle for self
expression.
l forgot to tell you that Oswald
Grismer's father and mother are
dead within a week OF each other.
Pneumonia! Poor boy, he is stunned.
He wrote me. He won't give any
more teas for the present. but I'm
TO drop In the next time I'm In
town. / believe he has inherited a
great deal OF money. I'm glad. be-
cause now he Will be able 10 devote
every second to creative work with
out thought OF financial gain.
Harry nslter Is such funny. fat
man. Hs asks after you every time
i meet him. l sent you some of his
cartoons in the star. Badger sphinx
Is an odd sort Of man with his
big. boyiEh figure and his mass Of
pompadour hair and his inextin-
gulshab.e energy and amazing tai
erl. He draws, draws, draws all
the time; you see his pictures In
every PERIODICAL; yet he seems to
have time for all sorts of gaiety.
private theatricals, dances. enter
tainments. He belongs to the
Players. the Ten Cent Club. the
Dutch Treat, illustrators. Lotus
Coffee House, Two by Four-and
about hundred others-and /
think he's president OF most of
them. He always sends his regards
to you and requests to know
whether you're not yet fed up with
Latin Quarter stuff-whatever that
means!
And Clarence Verne always mem
tions you. Such a curious man with
a face like Pharaoh. and Egyptian
hands. too, deeply cut in between
thumb and forefinger like the hands
of people sculptured in bas reliefs
on Egyptian tombs.
But such lovely girls he paints!
so exquisite! He Is very odd
man-with a fixed gaze, and speaks
as though he were a trife deaf-or
drugged, or something.
yourself Jim, in your last letters;
and also your letters arrive at
longer and longer intervals.
Somehow, / think that you are
becoming reconciled to Paris. l
don't believe you feel very lonely
any longer But what do you do
to amuse yourself after your hours
Of work are ended? And who are
your new friends over there? For,
of course. you must have made new
friends-I don't mean the students
whose names you have occasionally
mentioned. Haven't you met any
nice girls?
He did not mention having met
any girls, nice or otherwise, when
he wrote again. He did say that
he was enjoying his work and that
he had begun to feel a certain af-
fection for Paris-particularly after
he had been away travelling in Ger
many, Spain and Italy. Really, he
admitted, it was like coming home.
The usual was still happening to
James Cleland
He had an apartment, now, over
looking the Luxembourg Gardens.
He had friends to dinner sometimes.
There was always plenty to do.
Life had become very inspiring
The French theaters were a liberal
education; French lferature mir
Gle of artistic clarity and q model
for all young aspirants. In fact,
the spring source of all art was
France, and Taris the ornamental
fountain jat from which flashed the
everything waters that all may
ouaG.
Very pretty. ne did not adj that
some OF the waters were bottled
al kept in pals of chopped ice.
|. He wrote many gracefully COM
pose5 paFes---when he wrote at all
&C 1uIuius the misty beauty 'o'
the -ench landscape and the "lsct
of the rising sun of Notre lane.
He had seen it rise several tin -.
(To BE Continued TomorrO>s.N
Copyright, 1917. 1918. by the Interr Iona
Magazine Company