The Washington times., 1923-10-06
By Dorothy Garfield.
whose Novel,. '"The Brimming Cup.
Achieved Popularity Through.
cut the Country.

whose Novel,. 'aThe BrimmIng Cup"
Achieved Popularity Through,
cut the Country.
~ HE drank half of her cup
of tea, not by any means
noiselessly, wiped her mus
tache with the tiny, beautifully
embroidered ten-napkin, and hang.
ing lovingly over the plate Of
patisseries, chose the fluffiest
with a sign Of satisfaction.
1.-THE only thing not to do, the
only mistake possible to make,
sis to stand shivering on the
Gbeach, not to plunge in and
breast the, waves. Breast the
Wavesr' she showed by a wide
gesture Of her powerful arm
what she meant.
s.And you can't swim with any,
thing or anybody hanging around
your neck. The moment they be-
gin to weigh on you p-f-f-t!
off with them! Nothing you can
do win help people who can't
swim themselves. They'll only
drag you down with them.
g MY dear child, remember this,
that II there is an element in
life hateful to the free human
soul it is what is called perma-
hence. The only permanent
thing any human being should
recognize is his tomb. From
everything else he must climb
sout and go on, go on.
"A Paradox.
Above all, beware of perma-
nence In love. It is a paradox
ever to speak of love and pern1a-
hence in the same breath. Life
Life and death! They cannot
exist together. Women as rule,
all women who are not artists,
make their mistakes in that way.
You are a woman now, and an
artist, it is the duty Of an older
woman and an artist to warn you
against It. The only way not to
live lifelong victim Of men is
to take love as they take it
for the pleasure. Men wish moth
ing from love but their pleasure.
II is a vain and foolish striving
20 try and give them more, or to
try and get more from them"
She took another eclair and
said on q softer note; "I don't
deny that women are more natur-
. ally given to the folly Of seeking
.permanence in love than men.
I myself have a weakness in that
direction" Marise looked down
into her cup to hide an involun-
tary smile at this. Each time
I love, the Illusion is that 1t is
now for eternity. Each time the
wrench costs me tears
You saw my tears, my dear!
" mo. the only thing to do is to
! use 1t, as men do, to feed ones
art. You heard how superbly I
played that List! That is
Georges. that is the new flame
'leaping up from a lamp that
was burning outr'
She poured another cup, and
seasoned It with care. Marise
ventured to say mildly, I'm
afraid I'm rather cold. I don't
.x11- 5000
for men,"
Extremely Nervous.
Madame de la Cueva shook her
head. Every upawakened girl
thinks that. And once in a while
|: there is a monster born, some
times a man. more often a wom-
F.an, who is born really cold-like
"a born half-w1t or a two-headed
eat. But any one of experience
scan feel them in the room, as
you feel a snake. You are not
cold, my darling. No one can play
The Tragica as you do, is cold.
You are only a child. You Anglo
Saxons take so long to ripen.
But all the better for your tech
nique-that quaint prolongation
Of infancy. But now" she put
down her cup and looked at
Marise deeply and masterfully,
"now your infancy has lasted long
enough. In with you! Dive from
the nearest rock. Head over
"heels' I shall hear the splash
from across the world and re-
joice."
Marise laughed a little nervous