The Washington times., 1923-11-24

achieve would BE- followed ~ the
same hideous results as in Rus.
sia--in other words, the same
results that had followed all SER
vile uprisings since thet dawn Of
history. When the underdog,
who has never felt anything but
an underdog, with all the misery
and black injustice the word i'm.
plies, finds himself on top he win
inevitably torture and murder
his former oppressors. He hasn't
the intelligence to foresee the
ultimate folly OF his acts. or that
the only hope Of the world II
equal justice for all classes: he
merely gratifies his primitive in
stinct for vengeance precisely
the same today, 40 during the
first servile uprising Of Rome
he butchers and slaughters and
wrecks, and then sinks with hts
. own weight. while what brains
are left reconstruct civilization
out Of the ruins. "The trouble
is that the reconstructing brains
are never quite good enough. and
after q time 1t is all to do over
again. 80
Not . MOnOlogue.
This was by no means . mono
logue. but evoked In the give
and take Of argument with Mr..
Osborne, who believed in never
yielding an inch to the demands
OF labor. and with Mr.. Dinwiddie,
who, since hts association with
the sophisticates, was looking
forward vaguely toward some
idealistic regeneration OF the So
cial order, although socialism
was rather out Of date among
them. and bOlshevism long since
relegated to the attic.
But Clavering was not partic-
ularly interested in her political
views, sound as they were, Foreign
women OF her class, X not as
liberal, always talked intelligently
of politics. What interested him
keenly was her deliberate, her
quite conscious attempt to ensIaye
the two men beside her, and her
complete success. Occasionally
she threw him word, and once
he fancied Nshe favored him with
a glance Of secret amused under.
standing, but he was thankful 70
be- on the outer edge Of that
glamorous crescent. It was
enough to watch at q compar-
atively safe distance. Would his
turn come next, or was she
merely bent on 90 befuddhng
these old chaps that there would
be no place left In their en-
raptured minds for suspicion Or
criticism? No doubt he was too
rank an outsider. She
shot him another glance.
Was his to be the role Of the
sympathetic friend2
Then she began to draw Din.
widdie and Osborne out, and IL
struck him that her attitude was
not merely that Of the accom-
plished hostess. They both talked
wen, they were intelligent and
well-informed, and he was himself
interested in what they had 10
say on the subject Of national
politics. Crhe judge, who had an
uniInpaired digestion, was attend.
Ing strictly to his champagne
and his dinner.y There was some
thing OF anxiety, almost Of wist.
fulness, in her expression as she
listened to one or the other doing
his admirable best to entertain
her. They had the charm Of
crisp well-modulated voices, these
two men Of her own class; she
had met no better-bred men in
Europe; and their air was az
gallant as 1t had been in their
youth. He had a fleeing vision
Of what gay dogs they must have
been. Neither had married, but
they had been ardent lovers once
and aging women still spoke Of
them with tender amusement. And
yet only the shell had changed.
They had led decent enough lives
and no doubt could fall honestly
and romatically in love, today.
In fact, they appeared to be dem.
onstrating the possibility, with
the eternal ingenuousness Of the
male. And yet nature had played
them this scurvy trick. The
young heart in the old shell.
Grown.up boys with a foot In
the grave. Dependent upon mind
and address alone to win a NO.
mans regard, while the woman
dreamed Of the man with a
thick thatch over his brains and
the responsive magnetism Of her
own years. Poor old fighting.
cocks! What jade nature waa
or was It merely the
tyranny OF an idea, carefully
inculcated at the nativity OF the
social group. with othar arh,4.a...