The Washington times., 1934-12-22

| ways Deen Snarlene SLanQTlnB 10
give meaning to his life. Five
years of as satisfying a friend
ship as a man could wish for.
She loved the far places Of the
earth, and was away a great
deal, but there were her letters
to bridge the loneliness. She had
become a skillful aviatrix among
other things. She lived charmed
life, on the earth and in the
air. She was Is now-more
beautiful than ever-richer than
ever since her grandfatherS
death. No entangling marriage
as yet, to halt her flight. She
still scared, free as bird, not
yet choosing her mate, content
to wait that day when she loved
so much that she could give up
this dear freedom gladly, whole
heartedly, magnificently.
Stuart had not written her of
the advent of Julie into the
meager menage on the top of the
hill. The arrival of a hungry
little tramp, who conveniently
had a face one could paint, was
OF too little consequence to be
mentioned in letters. And when
Julie insisted on staying on to
make him comfortable, Stuart did
not demur. She didn't mean any,
thing to him-to the inner Stuart
whom only Sharlene knew and
that others only guessed OF
through his pictures.
CHAPTER Nv
Stuart worked alone all day
while Julie was down at the
movie studio playing the "bit" for
Bobby Moore. 1t was a glorious
day. The knowledge that Shar-
lene was coming home intoxicated
him. His picture grew under his
fingers, Satisfyingly. 1t was a
large canvas with infinite detail.
Each straining, unhappy face Of
the trampled mob in the fore
ground had received the painstak.
ing treatment of a Rembrandt
etching. But today it was the
central figure sun breaking
through clouds-that held his in
Spired attention.
Late. in the afternoon Lucien
Morrow climbed the steep path
to see him.
where's Julie?" he asked,
looking around the big room.
Working over on Moore's lot,
I think she said"
Then 1 suppose I don't get
any beer to reward me for walk
ing up Crock Hill?"
Help yourself, Lucien-in the
icebox. can't leave this while
the light lasts"
Lucien found beer and crack
ers for himself and stretched
out on the couch. He was silent,
staring at the picture as Stuart
worked
II wish I could change places
with you," Lucien grumbled dis
contentedly. That's a whale of
a conception-that picture. Sun
through the clouds of a mans
soul. Evolution. Hope. Il want
to do it in a drama. I could
do it! It would be immense! But
am allowed to do anything with
any force in it? Not on your
life! Dye know what my next
picture is?"
mo"
Another Reno divorce story
heigh-ho"
But you wouldn't exchange
with me, Lucien, even if you
could"
Il wouldn't eh? Why not?"
Because you get five thousand
dollars a week for your pict'@ss.
I don't get cent for mind >
HIN. Well, I'm cauyN in
the cage. There's that plac, Of
mine out in Beverly. Horses
eating their heads off, servants
eating their heads off. New car
this month. Georgian antique
silver-and the wife wants an
other trip to Europe! Just a
squirrel in a cage. -"
Pursued by a nutty nemesis!"
jibed Stuart. what do you put
yourself in a cage for, If you
don't like it?"
IT didn't! It's the wife! Do
make money to buy things to
please myself? Not on your life
I don't! I can't even buy one
Of your pictures, confound it'll
She won't have modern stuff in
the house"
"She rules the cage, eh?" said
Stuart, glancing curiously at his
friend And you accept it,"
Lucien shrugged That's the
place of the modern American huS-
band. Don't let yourself in for 1t,
old boy!"
IT don't intend to-" said Stuart
placidly.
"Darling!" Julie cried as she
burst in the door like small red
whirlwind. Then she stood abashed
as she saw Lucien. "Oh, pardon
me, Mr.. Morrow. I thought Stuart
was alone. I was just going to tell
him I brought weenies for supper.
Won't you stay and have some?"
Sure will. Got to get back to
the studio for previeW at seven.
though"
"Tn hurry. Will you get some
more beer up from the cellar.
Stuart? Mr.. Morrow, you help me
set the table"
When Stuart had disappeared
and she was laying the cloth, julie
spoke with new air Of decision