The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-03-14
By EIenore Meherin.
The Biggest and Best Story q
Her Career.

the first time in their
acouaintance Natalie's tone was
lched with ardor.
- Nora Lee could have blessed
Godfrey Bell in that moment.
II was he that had put in her
hands the memoirs of the bril-
liant and roistering old artist.
She had read the intimate and
colorful life story in the day
when she thought herself des-
tined to write great masterpieces.
But now its picturesque flash
came back to her. She recalled
q dramatic incident, adding:
'.And this may be the very me-
dallion all the trouble was
aboutf'
Natalie smiled: You have the
book? You must make Dane
read it.
A little proud smile crept to
Nora Lees eyes. Max, saw it
and laughed jubilantly but ssi-
lently. She seemed to him the
very girl OF seventeen who had
trooped out learned names for
his edification that night in
Belvedere; the night she had
first attracted him, standing as
she did on the crystal star-rim
Of her youth. Walking close at
her side. he twitted her about it.
He teased: well, little sis,
how.s your friend Wester-
rnarck?
She tilted her head with a
capricous haughtiness, her mind
peering back eagerly to Natalie
and Dane. They stopped at a
bookcase. Natalie said: 81 want
to talk with you about this idea
Of mine, Dane. l want to see
you this week please have an
hour free. "
.The whole afternoon or the
whole day If you want it. Ma
tale .
Dance Of Boredom.
The next sentence was swallowed
UP in bIare OF music. Then
they sauntered to the gallery and
locked down into the sala lie
lumined goldenly with some 500
candies. Five couples swayed
slowly in a dreamy one step.
The women seemed bored the men
dntifulIy gallant. On a divan in
one corner was a girl nearing
thirty. She was painfully coquet-
fish and was making Joven, the
artist, excessively uncomfortable
with her flattering eyes; her all
too obvious intention to ensnare
him.
In another corner Joven's wife
drank from the same glass with
the geologist. They We're now
tenderly beaming at each other.
Natalie leaned against a col
umn, her slender form etched in
the severe black OF her gown; her
fingers toying with the feather Of
gold. She waved her hand toward
her guests and became melan-
choly.
Wealthy with leisure and
money-all of us! But destitdte
Of capacity to enjoy the one or
the other. What a mournful
thing it is to see humanity at
play! How respondent is the
realization that we have devised
no glad ways to fill these living
rooms. Existence could be made
such a brilliant and satisfying
experience, but here we are fling
Ing 1t away in these flat and bor-
ing trivialities!''
Work As Means.
She seemed not to care. who
heard the faint contempt in her
tones. She went on dreamily:
MAX. sometimes wonder what
would happen Il the world had
suddenly no longer any need to
work; or If work became-what It
should be-merely the means and
not the end Of life.
Suppose electricity or radium
or magic should abruptly free the
human race of the necessity to
toll. And we were all turned out
to live and rejoice. Could we do
it? Could we make life a miracle
Of happiness and ease? Invent
heavens and, outgrowing these,
: invent still higher Edens?
"Or, would all Of us, freed Of
the ache OF necessity, flop back to