The Washington times., 1931-05-02


Metro GOIdwyn Mayer with
Marion Davies in the leading
rOle.)
In Jenny's mind, Rarick had
not even succeeded in being
educated to greatness. He was
like a man who, at so, still
spends most of his time reliv.
ing his college days. He had
not gone on in spirit.
The pea had not grown with
its pod. Jenny had, mark you
that! Breeding will tell. Her
maternal forebears had been
Piexottos who had settled in
st. Louis as early as Pierre La
clede. You could not come Of
that kind Of colonizing stock
and not know how to meet sue
cess with the same kind Of in
domitability with which they
had met adversely. Jenny
spoke frequently Of her coloniz-
ing ancestors.
What was it that this man,
her husband, lay there want
ing even in his sleep? What
were the citadels behind those
closed lids of his, upon which
shone some secret inner sun Of
his private own? Was h0 in
scrutable or just inadequate?
The smallish young man who
had fascinated her way back
there, with his inchoate desires
that 'od never entered the
heads of the sons of the st.
Louis business men, who had
milled about the wealthy-in.her-
own.name Miss Avery, had re-
mained q sophomore on the
campus Of that youth.
He had what he wanted ten
times over, but in the forty
times had missed the once.
Was 1t Desire?
But was it desire behind those
closed lids, or just gnawing
Illustration?
She had seen the glance of
this allegedly great little man,
her husband, follow many a
time the living. flowing line Of
o beautiful woman's body, but
with much the appraisement
with which he was fond Of OBJ
serving, in its glass case, a fine
example Of q wooden statute
Of the Virgin of San Domingo
In his North American collec-
tion, one Of whose breasts was
studded with a turquoise-in-
CruSted marine clam-Shell.
There was no telling.
Little man. you. I think 1
hate you. He must telegraph
bid on the Ficke house. He
must! He must! He must!
Cretonne covers for sedan. Box
for the San Carlo Opera. Mer-
mord and Jaccard'S about the
twenty-ninth pearl for Jenni-
fer's necklace. Wednesday Club.
Sealed bid on the Ficke house.
If anyone had told Rarick on
the morning of the day he
wired the sealed bid on the
Ficke house that before his sun
set on another afternoon he
would be owner Of two million
five hundred thousand dollars
worth Of mortar.Stone lace and
Italian Renaissance fac ade
nanked by two famous Grecian
urnS which guarded a pair of
doors, superb copies Of the
Campanile doors in Florence, he
would have listened to it with
that polite third ear of his
which enabled him to appear
attentive to the discourse of
another while thinking of some
thing entirely removed. A
quality, by the way. which was
to win and sustain him the
reputation of being canny and
silent listener.
It Was Inevitable
Sooner or later, Rarick, the
move is inevitable. Wire your
bid today" The phrase beat
against his brain as If it had
been there all night, and yet
with his conscious mind he
had forgotten it. That room in
which he slept was always beat.
ing with repetitious little
phrases that were Jenny's. Do
this. Do that.
Wire what bid? OF course.
that had been her last phrase
before dropping off to sleep.
Ding Dong. Here it was again
"Sooner or later the move is
inevitable. It is Providence that
the Ficke house should be on
the market just at this time"
I'VE have outgrown st. Louis,
Rarick. Anyone can remain a
big frog in a small pond"
MY home is here"
"You have the opportunity to
live in one Of the most beauti-
full homes in America. Do you
realize that you are rich enough
to buy the home Of the man
who endowed the Metropolitan
Gallery with the Ficke Coliec-
ton? have been propheSying
for the six months, ever since
the death of Emanie Ficke,
that the house would come on
the market. Don't be all kinds