Evening Star Newspaper, June 14, 1925, Page 56

T T T T T BY LISA YSAYE TARLEAU. Copyright, 1925, by the Ridgway Co. One of a series of the year’s best short stories. T R S A (Continued from Yesterday Not exactly a soul, but a spiritual power, or perhaps only an influence; at any rate, something that was there, that could work, could hurt, per- haps; could do things. Sounds queer, I know, but I felt that v. Think the old Jews felt like it when they forbade making pictures and statues. They knew something of occult things, got the knowledge from ancient Egypt, and they were afraid—afraid of the spiritual equiv. lent of the material form. Knew it was dangerous to meddle with such | things. And everywhere through the whole history of mankind you will find hints that point in this direction. Interrelation between matter and spir- it. One, in fact, expresses the other. If matter becomes articulate it is sp! it: if spirit becomes visible it is form. Create then a form and you power. Well, in a way, that's what I did with Loutre He tossed his cigarette av lit a new one and wandered through the room. “In the end,” he sald, “the thing resolves itself to this: Who is the creature and who the creator? Did T make Loutre or did Loutre make me? s, more or less, he made me, ging more. I'm the have to lead a e; T write Just not of ‘Louts 's ple wuthe life t for the grea 5 now I'll have to renounce Paris, and joy, and the carefree pl of Youth, just to go to Nanc: a magazine for the greater Loutre. He paused again, stood at the win dow and looked out. Then turning around, he said: “Listen, Charley, something I think that primitive man played once with the idea of an Invisible Being, of God, just as I played with the idea of Loutre. And then this spirit power thus created grew and grew d became stronger and stronger and made man, who Is but little more than an ape, do strange, un heard-of, unpredictable things; things glorious, herolc and ridiculous; things which are really not in the nature nor in the power of man to do and which he vet accomplishes for the greater glory of a god he created.” Again a deep silence fell. Aristide had regained his chalr; he leaned hack and looked.long and dreamily at the ceiling. “If I had only written down ‘Loutre be began again, “nothing would have happened. Things put down into words are harmles: innocuous. The original idea, the ir spiration, is full of passion, fire. urge, power. But when ou put it into words, write it down on paper, it gets chilled, weakened, emasculated. Loutre put into the confines of a story, Into the prison of a printed page, couldn't have done anything. But T was too lazy. Had all the money to spend. So I let it go. And he was there, with the original push and urge undiminished in him start- ing out on his own hook. And go- ing_on. and on, and on.” arles jumped up. Wh that's insane, Aristide,” he “what can he do? He does not glory of live. ‘Aristide showed his impatience. Don't be an ass, Charles. He lives as well as you do. Perhaps in a dif- ferent way. but quite as alive. And he does exactly what you do. If you want some one to lend you money to bring you this or that, or do you a favor—you don't use physical force, do you? You impress the mind of this person—you make him believe in you. Well, that's just what Loutre does. Impresses the mind. People belleve in him, do things for him and on account of him. Everything in which one belleves is alive. Dead gods are gods in which no one believes any more.” o ‘People believe in the devil” sald Charles quite irrelevantly. : “Well, perhaps Loutre is a devil.” ggreed Aristide. “Not Lucifer in per- son, but one of the minor devils, with a terrible lust for power and a great appetite for all good things in life— comfort, riches, society, position. And because he likes them, I've got 1o get them. Yes, that explains Loutre very v«ell. A minor devil. ‘Malignant?” aflkedh\ ‘harles. onstdered_that. 1f ho Is not thwarted in his n\lrposes But when something stands in_his way, then, I think—ruthless. Yes, ruthless, that's the word. Does not care what he does. Did for poor Kersac. Charles almost screameyl his den_ia!. “Insane,” he shouted, “insane. Ker- sac died of pneumonia. He had in- fluenza, then a complication set in and he had no_strength left to throw oft virus. Perfectly natura 'thPB " sald Aristide, “but why should he have no strength left? Why should complications set in? Other peo- ple get well. 1 tell you Loutre did it. Mondell wanted to talk to Kersac about him. I should have prevented him, put T was tired. And Mondell {s such a mule. You have to argue, and argue, ind argue before he gives in. So I thought: Let Loutre take care of him- self. Well, he did—in his way. Could not afford, of course, to have it known that he is only the fiction of a fictio the shadow of @ shade. Wonder if he'll over let F. F. return from Japan Charles’ »ad was whirling. All the drinks, an- top of it these revela- tio it we . «v much. Aristide,” ne begged, “tell me that you were just fooling me; that you Tmade simply a rotten joke. A joke I aimost believed in. But if you did not Jest, if it's true, if you're really in the power of that thing, that Loutre, why don’t you cast him off, denounce him, him and get free?” ristide shook his head. “Too late,” he said. “If I had spoken at once, then it could have been a hoax, but now—now it's too much of \ mess. Then conslder, Charley, all T have, all T possess is really Loutre's. Denouncing him means to give it all t's not easy. The fleshpots of vpt, you know. I'm enslaved. f course, I have still some spiritual reservations left. I have never really confessed to—I would almost say pro- fessed—Loutre. I just let him have his way. Never said directly anything that would strengthen his position. But I Xnow myself that it's only a subter- fuge. Matter of time. Sooner or later —he'll drive me more and more into a corner—then the ]R!l shred of the old Aristide will be gone.” Charles Morissey almost cried with vexation. “You make me sick, Aristide,” he protested, “saying such awful things. Tmpious, utterly impious . . . But, of course, it's all nonsense. There are no—what did you call them?—spirit- ual influences. Minor devils. We live in the twentieth centura ‘Who'll believe sdch things nowaday: “All right, all right,” answered Aris- tide. “T'll put it for you in twentleth- century language, if you insist. Then Loutre is not a devil outside of me but in me. Split personality, you know. You remember the case of Miss Beau- champ and Sally B.? There is Loutre and I. Part of the same ego, yet an- tagonistic to each other, each with a different set of preferences, views, de- mands upon life and so on. And he, the invader, becomes ever stronger and stronger. Crowds me out, in fact. Has things his own way more and more. Why, he invades me even physically. Changes my appearance. People used 1o say that I looked typically the poet. Now everybody thinks I am or ought to be an actor. Loutre, you see. Play- ing the master of the house. And soon he'll have me crushed down altogether, and the T you knew, the I that stil prics Lo persist will be subme reate | | | | in. | hope that Loutre will not haunt you gone forever. Well, what's the differ- ence? Things are as they are.’ Another silence fell. This time it was Charles who broke it. “Listen, Aristide,” he began solemn- ly, “what you told me this night is sacred to me. I shall never tell any one a word about it Aristide interrupted him with a mocking laughter. “Of course not, Charley,” he sald. “I know you'll keep your mouth shut. Anyhow, you'd better. Loutre might not like 1t if you told on him, and if I were you I should not care to med- dle with him, whatever he may be. Swift vengeance, you know. Well, “I wanted to say,” continued Charles, disconcertedly, “that I implore you to tell the whole truth, to mak ea public confession. That I pray you to purge your soul, to get rid of the sinister power which got hold of you. That I abjure you to do penance before it is too late.” “Well, I'll see, I'll see,” 'yawned Aris- tide. “Anyhow, it's too late to discuss anything any more. I'll give you a shakedown on my couch. You can't go home now. Berthe will never let you Let's go to sleep, old boy, and I | what did you want to say?” in your dream: When Aristide awoke the next day nd found Charles Morissey still sleep- |ing on his couch he wondered what 1ad possessed him to spend such a night with an old friend whom he had lecidedly outgrown. He must really have been drunk—much more drunk than he had imagined himself to be, or he would not have told Charley all he did tell. Not that he was afraid Charles would gossip—he knew him to well for that—but it was disagree- able to face him after all the revela- tions of the night before. Charles would surely not have sense enough to disregard their talk or to treat it as something entirely unrelated to the usual run of things—there were hard- ly any people in the world who had this spiritual tact. Most of them, all of them, iIn fact, pinned you down to the consequences of a passing mood, and, having been intimate with them for one moment, you were committed to be intimate with them for the rest of your life. What a miserable proposition! Aris- tide shuddered at the idea of continu- Ing any personal talk. Therefore he dressed quietly, told his Japanese man to make coffee for his guest as soon as he should awake and went out, leaving a note for Charles excusing himself with an appointment and | promising to see him soon again. Well, he would take good care that soon should not be so very soon. He only hoped that Charles would be gone before he returned. On second thought he added a postscript to his note, lsaylng “Don't wait for me. Might be ate.” Charles did not wait. He left, but before he left he penned a line to Aris- tide which read, “Good-bye. I implore you to follow my advice.” Aristide, coming home and_seelng this message, was annoved. What a presuming ass, this Charles! Follow my advice! As if anybody could pos- sibly advise anybody else! In the depths of our being always strangers, misunderstanding one another on ail points, and vet offering advice—pre- posterous! Only human beings couffl be quite so fatuous and silly. No lion in God's world advises another lion as to his duties in the animal kingdom; no tiger advises another tiger to curb his appetite and let not the lust of blood run away with him. Beasts were satisfied to follow the law of their nature and to rest there. Beasts had dignity. But man, in his sick and swollen vanit+, goes and advises. Aris- tide considered writing an article on this. The first sentence formed itself in his head: “If you want to follow my advice, don’t follow anybody’s ad- vice.” He winced. Awful. Journalese. Cheap. Why, for heaven's sake, was he always tempted to write cheap things, to make cheap jokes? Once upon a time he had had other dreams. Well, better not think about onc upon-a-time. He went to bed and slept the dead sleep of utter oblivion. In the next few days Aristide pon- dered over his problem and could not find any way out. He was sick of everything, he wanted to tell and to get out of all complications; yet at the same time some part in him—the Loutre-part he thought, re- membered his talk with Charles—some, part of him decided that it was fmpos- sible to speak, that he had to go on and let things shape themselves as they would. And, indeed, it was dif- cult. What could he tell? The truth? But what exactly was the truth? And to whom could he tell it? Mondell? Reminding him of the day when he had come to the office and stating the facts as they had developed? Impos- sible. Mondell would never under- stand. He would see a common fraud in something which was really quite different, something ever so much more complicated. ~Mondell was a splendid fellow, but he lacked imagina- tion. He would never understand the intangible influences that had domi- nated Aristide. The Comtesse would have more instinct for these doubtful and difficult things, vet to speak to her was also an appalling task. To ex- plain to somebody else what one could only in an hour of drunkennes, of van- ished inhibitions, explain somehow to oneself was almost impossible. What he would have to say in bald words would amount to this: I have fooled you all. There is no Loutre. Yet again, was there really no Loutre? Granted thet Loutre was merely an idea—well, but it was his idea, his creation. That he had not made a book out of this idea was a mere accident. Why make so much fuss about that accident? The whole thing was rotten. Awful mess. He wished it had never happened. Yet what could he do now? There was really nothing to do. Con- fess? Repent? He sneered in his thoughts at Morissey’s moral attitude. What a fool Charles was; what a big- ger fool he himself for having told Charles. It was bad enough to be bothered by one's own conscience, but to be bothered in addition by the con- science of somebody else was worse. And above all, Charles’. How he had outgrown him and the whole crowd of the Trois Couronnes! He could never return to them and lead the old life any more. Just as little as Loutre could return to his former life. Funny —he had not written “Loutre,” but he had lived him. Was Loutre himself. Perhaps one could start a “confes- sion” from this point. Make it the be- ginning of some kind of explanation. Though, God knows, it would be a tough proposition. Damnably hard. Well, hard or not, he would have to tell Mondell. No, he would rather tell the Conitesse. T'omorro Go. up s‘l"& Two-in-One Stain Remover Rust and ink stains no longer need be bugaboos any household. ERUSTICATDR dissolves rust, ink and other stains so that they may be instantly rinsed out in clear water, never to reappear. 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Well, then he would atone for whatever he had failed by foregoing his preferences and leading the life that was expected of him. When he came so fa reasoning he got furlous. “Tries to get around me this way. I'll fool him yet. I'm going to tell. But the days passed and he did not tell. In fact, he kept away from Mon- dell as well as from the Comtesse till the time arrived when the contract with M. Du Fayel had to be signed. “I'll tell them then and there,” de- clde Aristide while he dressed to go to the Comtesse. ‘“When they are all assembled, I'll tell them. Plain out.” But he felt very miserable and some- how he did not believe in himself any more. He found more guests than he he had expected at the comtesse's house, academiclans, writers, artists, men of finance and business, and he felt it was impoesible for him to make a scene in these surroundings and under these circumstances. Moodily he stood around, answering absent- mindedly flattering remarks addressed to him, wondering what to do, wonder- ing if there was stlll anything he could do. And suddenly the spirit of the old Aristide awakened in him, the old Aristide who had always found a way out, who had been equal to every emergency of the moment; a_ gay scoundrel, happy, carefree and re- sourceful; infinitely more human than the new, rich, famous Aristide who had everything heaven could grant and yet was not in heaven. And this old Aristide whispered to him, “Why not clear out? Just simply go away without an explanation, without any confession, without any fuss, l2aving Loutre and the others to deal with this disappearance as well as they could?"” Aristide flushed with pleasure at the idea. God, why had he not sooner thought of this? Why not sooner found this escape? A word came into his mind—Touraine—and he had in a flash the vision of a clear blue sky, the fresh winds of heaven, green young things scenting the air with the breath of Spring. the muFmurs of running water, and he himself wander- ing, free and unfettered once more, wherever his fancy led him. Clear out—that was the thing! There lay his salvation. Hesméved toward the door of the salon, gained the next room, and was reaching the hall when he was confronted by the comtesse, who, following a strange impulse, just as if somebody had warned her of some danger, had left everything and everybody and had hurried after him. “Aristide,” she said anxiously, “what are you doing here? You cannot ab- sent yourself. The contract is going to be signed right now. Don’t play the fool. Come back with me. 1 want to introduce you to a score of people.” Aristide stood still. The light went out of his face. Well, he was trapped, he couldn't do anything. - Sullenly hé turned around and followed the com. tesse, and while he did so he muttered to an unseen presence: “All right, all right. I give in. win, I lose.” Game’s over," He bowed right and left in a some what mechanical fashion, and went at last obedlently to the table at which You HE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, JUN MRS. HARRY MILLER, A recent bride, who is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Harry Friedman, and be- fore mat iage, Miss Rae Friedman. Scientists Discover the Missing Link Between Heat and Radio Impulses Bridges Heretofore Unexplored Gap Between W ave Lengths With New and Delicate Instruments in Experiments in Laboratory at Cleveland. The gap between radio waves and heut waves, different phases of the same natural phenomenon, has been bridged successfully by the production of electric waves one-hundredth of an inch long at the Nela Research Labo- ratory, in Cleveland, it is announced in the annual report of the Smith- sonfan Institution. Heat waves one-seventy-fifth of an inch long previously had been isolated and measured. The successful outcome of the re- search is described in a paper by E. F Nichols and J. D. Tear of Cleveland who miade it possible by devising more delicate apparatus than hitherto had been used in such experiments. The original discovery of radio waves by the German physicist, Hertz, the paper states, was due largely to ¢hearetienl deductions that such things the lawyer and M. Du Fayel were al ready seated, and to which the com- tesse was proudly gulding her protege. When Aristide held the fountain pen in his hand he realized fully that he had been beaten. There was nothing more to do. His invisible adversary had triumphed. He had to surrender, and his surrender was complete, final, irrevocable. With a kind of desperate flourish _he signed his - contract: Aristide Tritou, author of “Loutre.” THE END. (Copyright. 1924. by Harper & Bros.) must exist from the nature of light waves. After vears ef work, Hertz, working on the general theory of light waves, was able to produce in his lab- oratory electric waves two feet long. Following the work of Hertz the radic pioneers, of whom Marconi was the most successful, pushed the search for longer and longer waves which could be used in transmission of sound. At about the same time Dr. Samuel P. Langley, former secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, began work- ing from the opposite direction, ex- tending the light wave spectrum from the wave lengths which produce visi ble lights toward those which produce heat and, further still, those used in radio transmission. The wave length of visible yellow light is about one-fifty-thousandth of an inch. Langley produced light waves ten times as long. A decade after Langley's death other experimenters pushed his work def- initely into heat wave range, produc- ing progressively waves 25 times as long as the longest measured by the Washington scientist. In 1911 this length was doubled with the production of heat waves one-seventy-fifth of an inch in length. Nichols and Tear made their ap. | proach from the opposite side of the | problem, by shortening the length of electric ‘waves until the bridge was gapped. NEW BABY GRANDS Beautiful Little Instruments Especially Priced at HIS graceful Baby add more distinction to your home than anything else you can select. Here, then, is your opportunity to gratify_ your longing for a Grand Piano. erately priced instrument. You will be de- lighted with its excellent construction and The' action is surprisingly re- sponsive and the tone of unusual depth and sweetness. 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