The Washington times., 1931-05-14

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made into a talking picture by
Metro GOldwyn Mayer wit h
Marion Davies in the leading
rOle.)
For several years now, Rarick
had been cultivatirg this habit
of extricating himself from his
office at 4 o'clock in the after
noon.
AS a matter of fact, it was
Rarick'S conclusion that these
few precious hours of late after
noon which included the seda'
tive one of twilight, If properly
induced, could be made to stack
upon the credit side OF health
and vitality.
His golf consisted of those
hours spent In the forest-llke
Eilences of his library, where ne
read little, If at all, but Wnere
glyphs and triptychs, Virgin
and Child" AuveFgne ART OF Inc
fifteenth century, pillars Of
stone decorated in Roman cups
red velvets inlaid with heraiolc
leopards, played effect a1ter
effect into his solitude.
An Inspiration Divine
Out of his organ, Fathers
Folly" there came pourIAs w
his pressing of a button the
storied action Of "Tosca" OF
"Ta Boheme, told in the illu.
minated stained glass above
the triple grin of keyboards;
Musical cataracts that leapeo
in glory over the din Of a day
that had been lived to the tune
of dishpans, hair nets. lingerie
ribbon and forty Thousand
small dolls made out OF imlta-
tion peach skin from the YER
mont factory. .,
Countless devices lurked With
in the Gothic NAV OF MS pre-
tentious instrument. Symphony
orchestras, japanese bells, xy!o-
phones, bird notes and cymoalS.
Violin solos, sextettes. octettes.
"Chimes of Normandy" Bach,
Verdi, Guilmant, Handel, Saint,
Saens, Bonne, MendelsSohn and
a reproduction Of the Vatican
choir, with the lifted faces OF
the singing boys rising chastely
above their surplices and glow
ing softly into stained-glasS
flesh.
To Rarick, who scarcely knew
his son, there was something
of Avery in these pale soprano
boys, a look Of spiritual con-
tace, until he invariably jerked
himself away from a compari-
son that, no sooner made,
seemed ridiculous.
A Wrong Conception
Avery, indeed! Speed-boats,
Plus-fours. Oriental-pearl studs
at II. A growing suspicion that
all was not open and above
board about his college had
been Rarick's. Something not
quite bona fide about what
Avery had to say about his life
there
The suspicion moved up a
notch at the sight Of his boy,
standing in the French-flannel
dressing gown, with the con-
tents Of his open bag scattered
about the room and the plain
surface of his lean, pale face
plastered with a look of panic
that was positively grotesque as
his father leaned in at the
door.
The flash of Jenny's sable
coat, as she sped down the hall,
had not been lost upon him,
and now there came to him
rather belatedly the conscious
ness that he had been hearing
the dim patter of her and
Avery's voices all the way along
the corridor.
The thrill that he invariably
experienced over this narrow
young person he called son, shot
through him before his first
resentment had time to leap
out.
Good yourgster! A bit too
thin. Needed filling out. A
bothered look to him. What
made him cape like a fish that
had just been landed. hook and
all? The scent and the echo of
Jenny still on the air. Conniv.
ing again, filling Rarick with a
rolling sense of outsider N his
avn home. Heads together, the
two Of them had been shutting
him out. Some scrape had
brought him hcme, no doubt.
"Well, father. here I am"
The little man stood In the
doorway, shoulder-high to his
17.year-old son, head up, hand