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The Washington times., 1921-08-08
Absorbing Story of Hearts and High Society by the
Master Hand Of the Most Gifted Living
Writer of Fiction.

lent. What was the use? II Quar-
rem had not been guilty Of actually
fawning. toadying. curryine favor,
he had certainly permitted himself
to be rudely used.
He had learned very thoroughly
his art in the school of the cour-
tier-learned how and when to be
blind. silent. deaf; how to offer,
how to yield, when and how to de.
mand and exact. Which to West
guard. meant the prostitution of in
telltgence. And he loathed the game
like a man who is free to play It II
he cares to- OF those who are de-
MED participation. few really hate 1t.
But he said nothing more, and the
Harlequin, indolently stretching his
glittering limbs, dropped ajight hand
on Westguards cuirassed shoulder:
Don't be forever spelling things
for me-. Karl. really DO enjoy the
game as 1t lies"
ut does lie-that IL the trouble.
Rix."
II can't afford to criticise It.
Listen: I'm a mediocre man:
I'd never count among real men.
I count In the set which I amuse
and which accepts me. Let me en-.
JOY it. can't your"
An aged dandy, masked, painted.
wizeneo and dressed like Henry H.,
tottered by with a young girl on
his arm. his shrill. falsetto siggle
piercing the racket around them.
do you wish to be like that"
asked Westsuard. sharply.
Skillfullly Evaded.
IL. "Oh. I'll die long before that"
said Quarren cheerfully. and leaped
lightly to his feet. IT shall now &C
complish a little dancing" he said.
pointing with his wooden sword at
the tossing throng. Venus send me
"a pretty married woman who really
loves her husband. BY BAG
chus! Those dancers are going it!
Come on. Karl. Leave us foot itr'
Many maskers were throwing con.
fetti now; ulti-tinted serpents shot
out across the clamouring gulf;
punches Of roses flung high, rising
in swift arcs of flight, crossed and
recrossed.
All along the edges of the dance.
like froth and autumn leaves cast
up from whirlpool. fluffy femi-
nine escorts were flung pell-mell out
Of the maeistrom and left stranded
or drifting breathless among the ed
dies setting in toward the supper
room.
Suddenly, as the Harlequin bent
forward to plunge into the crush,
the very center of the whirlpool
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EIGHT HOURS SLEEP


an overshare OF the worlds work
have been similarly chary OF spend
ing their time in state OF uncon-
seriousness. 1t might be thought
that in the case of Edison the an
omaly could be explained on the
ground that his work Is almost
purely mental. But Napoleon and
Frederick were as active physically
as they were Intellectually.
The former tired out his secre-
taries one after another, and could
outride and outmarch his aides and
his marshals.
There appears to be no doubt that
great mental energy plays an i'm
portant part in the ability to dis
pense with the ordinary amount of
sleep. And IL may be that in such
cases the brain wears out the body.
Napoleon died at fifty-two, and
showed signs of failing powers sew
eral years before his death. Some
have thought that 1t was failure
Of the physical powers of the great
captain that lost Waterloo.
On the other hand, Frederick
lived to the age Of seventy-four, but
during the last twenty-three years
of his life he hau no campaigns
to make.
The secret of making a few hours
of sleep suffice no doubt lies in the
ability, or habit, of sleeping pro-
foundly. Restless sleep is often of
little or no value. =,
The habit of dreaming frequent
ly breaks up sleep. THE brain goes
on working, though without the
guidance of will or judgment while
the rest of the body slumbers. and
the activity of the brain reacts
upon the remainder and breaks the
sleep.
This is not bettered by the fact
that dreams In themselves are of
brief duration, IL they are recur-
rent they arouse and disturb the
body many times in the course of
a night. The brevity of dreams is
astonishing, sometimes almost in
credible.
The philosophy of sleep and of
dreams has not received all the
attention that it merits.
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other, then:
How did you know where to find
me. Harlequin"
I'D have died II hadn't found
you. fairest, loveliest"-
THAT is no answer! Answer
mev
A Battle of Wits.
why did you flee?" he asked.
Answer that, first"
She glanced at her cigarette and
shrugged her shoulders:
You see why I fled. don't you,
Now answer me-"
The Harlequin presented the hilt
of his sword which was set with a
tiny mirror.
You will see why I fled after
YOU" he said, don't your"
"All the same" she insisted smil-
ingiy, II have been informed on ex-
celIent authority that am the only
one, except the family. who knows
of this balcony. And here comes a
Harlequin laundering In! You are
not Mr.. wycherly. and you're Ger.
tainly not Molly"
Alas! My ultimate ends are not
as shapely."
Then who are your" She added,
laughing. They're shapely enough,
too"
II am only . poor wandering.
love-smitten Harlequin" he said.
"scorned. despised and Knocked by
beauty
Love smitten?" she repeated.
Can you doubt it. now7"
She laughed gaily and leaned bscl
against the balcony's velvet rail.
You lose no time In declaring
yourself, do you. Harlequin2-that
is, IL you are limiting that I have
smitten you with the pretty pas
sion"
Through and through. beautiful
dancer
How do you know that I an
beautiful under the mask?"
81 know many things. That's
my compensation for being only
poor mountebank of Harlequin
magic penetration - the clairvoy-
ance of radium."
did you expect to find me at the
top of those corkscrew stairs7"
II did" $685..
"Why7"
Inference. Every toar hides
jewel in it's head. So / argued that
somewhere in the ugliness Of dark
est Philistia a germ must be hidden,
and I've searched for years-up and
down throughout the haunts of men
from Gath to Ascalon. And-be-
. hold! My quest is ended at your
pretty feet-RoseD Diamond of the
Worldr'
TO be continued tomorrow
Copyright by Robert w. Cbambers)
Published by arrangement with 1nterns
tional Feature Service. Inc.
The Washington times., 1921-08-08
By Beatrice Fairfax.

<kVVY E are what we are be-
" cause we have known and
suffered. Rightly inter
preted all experience is good and
bitter ones some times best or all.
A philosopher wrote that scme years
ago. And it's deeply true. II only
ali of us could understand 1t and
believe II.
There's June. She comes to me
with a sad cry for help and under
standing all because she hasn't the
courage to face the, tragedy OF her
life and to recognize that 1t has
played its part in making her the
fine, brilliant yet sweet and simple
woman who has poured out her
heart and power.
At sixteen June eloped with a man
more than twice her age. He loved
her after his coarse and brutal
fashion because of the very inno-
'cence he longed to destroy. All he
succeeded In destroying was a child's
peace of mind, the ideal of himself
he'd been at great paips to build up
for her.
Junes people rescued her from
the horrors Of her marriage and had
It annulled. They brought her away
to new scenes and taught her to for
get. June is twenty-seven now,
but though the ugly memory Is OF
the long ago past 1t has come back
to haunt her.
For she loves a man who has
built his faith on her sweetness
and innocence. And she is afraid
to tell him her story lest his house
OF dreams come tumbling around
his broken heart when he knows.
She is almost willing to marry an
other man who comes from her
home town and knows the never
mentioned, and buried episode.
This she thinks will save the man
she loves from knowing the ugly
truth"
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upstairs too often. What
the devil is the old lady wearing
under that domino?'
wait till you see her. later" said
Quarren. delightedly. She has
come as Brunhilda."
II don't want to see three hun
dred pounds of relative as Brun-
hilda." growled westguard.
You will. tomorrow. She gave
her photograph to a Herald man."
What did you let her do that
for7" demanded Westguard wrath.
fully.
Gould I help it,"
You could have stopped her. She
thinks your opinion is the last lisp
in fashionable art problems"
There are many things you can't
tell a woman" said Quarren. "One
of 'em concerns her weight"
Not Exactly.
Are you afraid of Mrs. Sprowl?"
The Harlequin laughed:
Where would 1 be IL I incurred
your aunt's displeasure, dear
friend?"
out Of the monkey house for
good, l suppose" admitted West
guard. Lord, Dicky, what a lot
you have had to swallow for the
sake of staying put among these
people"
Quarren sat meditating under his
mask. cross.legged, twirling his
sword, the crash of the floor orches-
ira DINING in his close-set ears.
Yes" he said without resent.
ment. I've endured my share.
That's one reason why don't want
to let several years of humiliation
go for nothing. I've earned what
ever place I have. And mean to
keep it,"
Westguard turned on him half an
grily. hesitated, then remained 81.
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2rt W. Chambers THE STREETS OF ASCA0N Illustrated Charles Dana Gbs
A Delightful Romance in Which Beau
tiful Girl Makes Great Sacrifice
for the Man She Loves

ing for her. Turk, Drum Major, In
dian Chief and Charles the First,
then reluctantly gave up the quest
and drifted off to seek for another
ideal. All women are ideal under
the piquant promise of the mask.
A pretty shepherdess. lingering
near, whispered close to Quarren's
Shoulder behind her fan.
Check to you. Harlequin! That
golden dancer was the only girl
in town who hasn't taken any pains
to meet you.
HS turned his head, warily, d.
vining Molly wycherly under the
disguise. realizing, too. that she rec
ognized him.
You'll never find her now"
laughed the shepherdess. Be
sides she does not care a rap about
meeting a mere Harlequin. It's
refreshing to see you so thoroughly
snubbed once in a while" And she
danced gaily away, arms akimbo. her
garland crook over her shoulder
and her haunting laughter floated
back to him where he stood !rreso-
lutte, wondering how the golden
dancer could have so completely van
ished.
A Happy Thought.
Suddenly he recollected going
over the house before its compile
ton with Jim wycherly, who had
been his own architect. and the
memory of a certain popularity In
the construction of the ballroom
flashed into his mind. The only
possible explanation for her dis
appearance was that somebody had
pointed out to her the low door be-
hind the third pillar, and she was
now in the gilded swallows nest
sloft.
1t was a within of Wycherly-this
concealed stair-he recalled 1t per-
fectly now--and, parting the living
tapestry of blossoms, he laid his
hand on the ivory and gilded pan
cling, pressing the heart Of one
carved rose after another. until with
a click! tiny door swung inward.
revealing a narrow spiral of stairs.
lighted rosily by electricity.
He stepped inside. closed the door
and listened. then mounted noise
lessly. Half way up he caught the
aroma of a cigarette, and, a second
later. he stepped out onto a tiny
latticed balcony, completely screened.
The golden dancer. who evidently
had been gazing down on the car
nival scene below from behind the
lattice, whirled around to confront
him in a little furry of cigarette
smoke
For a moment they faced each
The Washington times., 1921-08-08
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LACK COURAGE

or course, it would give him an
uglier truth to face. II the woman
who loves one man gives herself
deliberately to another, the de-
serted lover has his choice Of theo-
ries. He can see his sweetheart as
mercenary, tickle or as so base that
for some reason of opportunism she
can give herself to one man when
her soul and spirit belong to an.
other. And the woman who does
that is base and unworthy.
The mature woman who knows
the good and deliberately chooses
the lesser is not fine. not pure and
does not hold herself high. She
lacks the fastidiousness and the
spirituality that would make
caress from the wrong man little
shcrt of an insult.
But what shame to the woman be-
cause the child of sixteen was
cheated into something she thought
beautiful? Why shrink In horror
when later years leave the ugly ex-
perience as only a memory? Trag
edy didn't smash June. 1t didn't
coarsen her. 1t didn't make her
lower one Of her early fine stan
dards. In fact, 1t gave her higher
aspirations and longings than the
untried child might ever have
known.
All the woman Of today lacks is
the courage to face facts. 1t is never
easy to tell story of sordid dis
illusionment. But that is a small
price to pay for a big love. To de.
ceive a big love is contemplate and
unworthy. To build love on a basis
of lies is weak and vacillating.
Truth is the big thing Set-cfn
lovers. A big love could stand the
test of past disgrace and even de-
liberate wrong doing.
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CT rs peculiar 20 me-" remarked
Parsifal Brown, I'm not
better at getting things
done. Though my friends are sue
ceeding all over this town, my
achievements have not yet begun.
Ho, hum! well. things may not be al
ways this way; some time all my
ships may come in. so / think I'll
close up now and call it day and go
out for a cool little spin" Mr..
Brown had been working for two
hours or more. so he felt he had
earned a good rest, and he shut up
his shop and put out" on the door
and went driving along with the
hest. Once he tried out the law for
almost three years, and still he was
not made judge. then he spoke of
the bar with compassionate jeers and
declared: I'm not made for
drudge" AS an artist and writer he
toiled for a time, for these tasks
looked like pastime to him; but he
found that here. also, the winner
must climb, 80 he sought for an
easier whim. While he fitted about
like a gay butterfly as 1t sips at the
flowers in the sun, nearly all of his
hard-working friends passed him by,
for that's how the long races are
run. When Friend Parsifal talked,
and he talked great deal, to this
topic he'd often revert, and he'd say:
Il never was fellow to squeal, but
! have to admit feel hurt, for while
others are living in comfort and ease,
enjoying place in the sun, have to
keep grubbing as hard as you please,
with no chances for getting things
hnpa -
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<[VHY HAT do you want to say
Nv to ms' she asked:
She stood with her face averted.
She was ashamed that he could see
the mark he had left on her cheek;
but 1t seemed to her that the greater
shame was hers in having to bear it
all.
Philip had forgotten every word
he meant to say. He blurted out
desperately:
81 suppose you mean to leave me.
1 suppose that IT what you meant
last night when you said that every
thing was finished. i don't blame
you'll deserve 1t all, and more be-
sides-but there's my mother to
think of-I'm not asking anything
for myself-but there's my mother
she's had enough trouble lately-it
will break her heart If we-if If
you ."
She faced him then.
What will break her hearth" she
asked coolly. ITO know that you
struck me or to know that / am
leaving your"
He colored to the roots Of his hair.
But you're not leaving me-" he
broke in, agitatedly. you'll give me
another chance-think of the scan
dial there will be-we've only been
married six weeks
And there has never been any
scandal attached to the women of
your family-yet!' she finished for
him. 'Is that what you are think
ing?-you see l have not forgotten
what you told me last night
Last night l was mad-I did not
know what / saw saying"
She laughed ever so little.
"Oh, no; / think you were sane
enough" she said, quietly. II think
YOU knew very well what you were
saying-and doing ." She drew
a long breath. II know, of course,
that you never cared for me, but 1
thought at least that you respected
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(k"IlLL iish s"hh' to
'" Joined the clown. you
bet she will flirt. Haven't
you met herr"
at? No." said the Harlequin care
lessIy. Which secretly amused both
westguard and O'Hara. for 1t had
been whispered about that the new
beauty not only had taken no pains
to meet Quarren, but had pointedly
ignored an opportunity when the
choice lay with her, remarking that
dancing men were one of the social
necessities which everybody took
for granted-like flowers and cham
payne. And the comment had been
carried straight to Quarren, who had
laughed at the time-and had never
forgotten 1t. nor the apparently
causeless contempt that had evident
ly inspired 1t.
The clown brandished his bunch
of toy balloons. and gazed about him:
Anybody who likes can go and
tell Mrs. Leeds that I'm her de-
clared sutton. I don't care who
knows it. I'm foolish about her.
She's different from any woman I
ever saw. And II don't find her
pretty soon I'll smash every balloon
over you'd head. Ricky!"
The Harlequin laughed. Women"
he said, ARE cut out in various and
amusing patterns like animal crack
ers, but the fundamental paste never
varies, and the same pastry cook
seasoned It."
The Domino.
That's a sickly and degenerate
sentiment" observed westguard.
You might say that about the
unfledged," added O'Hara-'liko
those kittenish Bacchantes. Wini-
fred Miller and the youngest Yer
non girl were two of those Flappers,
j think. But there's no real jollity
among the satiated," he added de-
spondently. "A mask, a hungry
stomach and empty pockets are the
proper ingredients for gaiety-take
1t from me, Karl!' And he wan
dered off, beating everybody with
his bunch of toy balloons.
Quarren leaped to the seat Of
chair and squaued there, drawing
his shimmering legs up under him
like a great bejewelled spider.
Bet you ten that the voluminous
domino yonder envelopes my aunt.
Mrs. Sprowl." whispered West
guard.
You're betting on a certainty and
q fat ankle"
Sure. I've seen her ankles going
The Washington times., 1921-08-08
BY Garrett p. Serviss.
: OW much sleep does the aver

" OW much sleep does the aver
age person need? Eight
hours for work, eight hours
for recreation and eight hours for
sleep"-thus runs the immeinorial
adage. 1t is likely that this off
hand division OF time rests upon
some widespread experience Of the
needs and capacities of life and OF
the human machine, for all old
time rules of this kind are always
found to be grounded somewhere
upon actual experience.
The question of the proper d.
vision of time, especially between
the states of waking and sleep
ing, is one Of great Importance to
every human being.
Is II true, as II is generally as
sumed, that the average man or
woman needs eight hours of sleep
In order to keep body and mind
refreshed and vigorous7
1t may very well be doubted. and
II has recently been called In
question by physicians whose opin-
ions on the subject are entitled to
attention. The proposition has
also been made, with apparent
reason, that too much sleeping is
as bad as too much eating.
II 1t is true that we must have
not less than eight hours of sleep,
then man can do better than ma
ture does, for he makes many of
his machines work almost continu-
ously, with the aid OF proper care
and sufficient fabrication.
Is sleep the only efficient re.
storer' of the powers of the body
and brain 1t is generally regarded
as such, but the rule is frequently
violated with impunity.
1t is well known that Napoleon
and a more energetic person than
he probably never lived-took
habitually only four hours of sleep
out OF every twenty-four
1t Is said that Frederick the Great
had the same habit, and 1t has been
averred that Thomas A. Edison re-
quires only four and a half hours
OF sleep.
Other famous men who have done
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,treISa Leeds.

her cheeks had the luster of precious
metal.
Jingling, fluttering gems clashing
unsteady. the Byzantine dancer. be-
sieged by adorers, deftly evaded their
pressing -gallantries-evaded the
Harlequin, too, with laughing mock
cry, skillfully disengaging herself
from the throng OF suitors stumbling
around her, crowded and buffeted on
The Washington times., 1921-08-08
HOSIERY IN
NEW STYLES
BY Rita Stuyvesant.
- Ne Of the important items Of
the costume this season is the
proper selection of hosiery.

~ Ne Of the important items Of
the costume this season is the
proper selection OF hosiery.
Imported white English derby
ribbed cotton hose is very smart for
sports wear, and Is worn with the
low white buck sport pumps that
are so well liked this season. This
white hosiery is especially attractive
for golf, and combines nicely with
flannel sport suits.
A little less expensive, but good,
is hose Of imported white ribbed
cashmere. Strapped pumps, of
black and white, are usually worn
with this type Of stocking.
When you are all dressed up"
for afternoon tea, or perhaps in
formal dance wear, you will want
pair OF silk stockings with open
work clocks. This smart hose Is Of
pure silk, and comes in black, white,
African brown, medium grG or
taupe, to match ones footwear.
The gray hosiery Is smartly Worn
with black satin pumps, as well as
with plain gray.
Truly Partisan are the lace stock
ings one sees for formal occasions,
worn with either the French san
dals or satin slippers. The lace Is
arranged In a striped design, to
stimulate slim effect.
White silk stockings with black
clocks are well liked for summer
sport wear, and combine with the
high-heeled black and white kid
pumps welcomed by the woman who
cannot wear the real low heel.
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parted. and out OF 1t floated a nut
tering, dazzling figure all gold
slender. bare-armed and bare of
throat and shoulders, auriferous.
scintillating from crown &c ankle
for her sleeveless tabard was cloth
ofgold, and her mask was gold; so
were her jewelled shoes and the
gemmed fillet that bound her locks;
and her thick hair clustering against
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every side.
After her flash of speed Harle-
him, she appeared in plain sight,
glimmering brightly against the
green and swaying tapestry of liv-
ing leaves and flowers, then even
as her pursuers looked at her. she
vanished before their very eyes.
They ran about distractedly hunt
The Washington times., 1921-08-08
Household Suggestions

metal briskly. Then rinse in soapy
water and dry with a soft cloth.
Rusty or stained knives may be
cleaned readily by shaking a little
ground bathbric@ on n damp cloth
and rubbing the blade through II.
The handles of many knives are
Ioosened by pressing too hardly on
the cleaning board. On no &C.
count should knife handles ever
be put in hot water.
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THE OBSERVING
WOMAN
Goldenrod Girls.

II flowers were capable of emo
ton two punches of goldenrod must
have felt a thrill yesterday.
THE WOMAN was riding with
a friend on Sixteenth street. Two
young girls OF about sixteen were
walking on the sidewalk, and care
fully reposing In the arm of each
was a bunch of goldenrod, carried
just like a bride carries her most
treasured flowers.
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The Story So Far

Dick Quarren. a talented young man.
lives in bachelor quarters with friends,
all fine fellows. The house IL known as
the Irish Legation. When the story
opens Quarren's friends are discussing
the return of one of his checks. They
assert that society has got q hold on
him, and 10 making . nobody out OF
him. westguard. who has accepted the
check. calls ousrren's attention to 1t.
The latter takes 1t Iight-heArtedly. say
ing that he forgot to make q deposit.
Mrs. wycherly. . cousin of westguard's
brings Strelsa Leeds. . fascinating young
widow OF scarcely twenty. to call. The
men all fall in love with her. Quarren
is taking a nap and does not see her.
Mrs. Wycherly laughingly says he'll be
sorry when the three other tenants
describe Strelsa's charms to him. When
the ladies go the men discuss Strelsa's
worthless late husband. and pay q
tribute to her forbearAnce. Westg uard
begs Quarren to brace up.