Evening Star Newspaper, October 20, 1935, Page 92

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Undoubtedly you will be buy- ing Listerine, because it’s such a wonderful treatment for colds four lines of type at a glance. The paper dropped from his hands. “‘Great heavens!” Nye and Hone laughed heartily and applauded. “Bravo! You've hung around actors so long you're getting to be a good one yourself.” But Tommy was not listening to them. He was staring into space, breathing heavily. Then he sprang from his chair, turned on them savagely. *“You fools — can’t you see — this is no press agent gag — this is — is —"" But he didn’t wait to finish. He snatched up his hat and rushed from the office. Eight hours later Mr. Tommy Trap- hagen hailed a taxicab. *‘Century Building,” he said to the driver, and his voice was dead, weary. He climbed in and slumped down in one corner. Rain pelted dismally against the windows. His mind kept going around in crazy circles . . . the dingy boarding house on 170th Street . . . the police station . . . back to the boarding house . . . the Park. A newspaper slid from his pocket. He could see the headlines: GIRL BELIEVED SUICIDE IN CENTRAL PARK LAKE Note Found in Purse on Shore Tells of Hopeless Love for Ray Maximilian, Movie Star “Poor kid,” he said softly. ‘“Poor crazy kid.” He looked out into the streaming night, his face twisted and miserable. He tried to blot out the pictures that kept pressing in upon his brain — the rain-whipped waters of Central | Park Lake . .. "I heard a scream and a splash, and then I found these.” That was the patrolman, and ‘“these,”” a pitiful little purse, a hat, a scarf. Such a pretty kid, too . . . pretty hair. He remembered how the light used to shine through it as she bent over her typewriter — funny he’d never thought about it.before — and relief they give. treatment that can be made. We want you to try them at our expense. See what quick THIS WEEK her blue eyes used to open so wide. The corridors of the Century Build- ing were empty. He unlocked the office door, snapped on the light. Then he fell back like one under the impact of a blow. There — on the bench, the bench where visitors waited . . . His mouth dropped open. He stared. Suddenly his knees went weak under him, and he dropped down beside the bench. His hands clutched the sleeping girl. Her eyes, startled, half-wakened, met his. He gulped, ‘*Where — what —" His trembling hands pressed hers as if to make sure she was here. Slowly she sat up, brushed her hair back with a dazed gesture. ““Where — all day — I thought —"’ Even in her dazed, half-wakened state, she seemed to comprehend his incoherencies. “No,"” she said, and shook her head wearily. “I've been just walking around — in the rain — after this Things to Come “Anyone who attempts such an ex- pedition must be killed. You know that. Lost for ever on that frozen world.” “They're not going {0 the moon; they’re going round it."” “That’s a quibble.” *“They will come back.” *“The best thing for us both is to believe it.” “Why should our children be chosen for a thing like this?” “Science asks for the best.” “But my boy! "Always such an im- petuous little devil. All very well for you, Cabal. You are the great-grand- son of John Cabal, the air dictator — who changed the course of the world. Experiment is in your blood. You — and your daughter! I'm, I’'m more normal. I don’t believe my boy would ever have thought of it. But the two of them got together. They want to go together.” “They will come back together. Pammacal comear” If you buy it now, you get absolutely free, a big, regular 10¢ size box of the wonderful new Listerine Cough Drops. We thinke these new cough drops are the finest cough relief This offer good in the United States only. 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Then it burst from him. ‘‘You're — you're not really gone on that heel Maxi- milian, are you?"’ Continued from page seven This time there is to be no attempt to land on the moon.” “And when is this — this great ex- periment to be made? How long are we to have them before they go?” Cabal, a little disingenuously: “I don’t know.” “But when?" “When the Space Gun is ready again.” ‘‘You mean some time this year?”’ “Is there no saving our children from this madness? Children are born to be happy. Young people should take life lightly. There is something horrible in this immolation — at eigh- teen and twenty-one.’” “Do you think I have no feelings like yours? That 1 don’t love my daughter? I'm snatching an hour to- day — just to see her and look at her while I can. All the same, I shall let her go . . . when the time comes.” ‘“Where are they now?"’ “She is at the Athletic Club in the hills — in training. Your son is there now. Come with me and see them. Face to face with them, we may not feel just as we do here. Anyhow it will be well to be with them a bit . . . It's fine outside. Will you come — do you mind coming out in the weather with me?” “Mind? I'm an open-air man. This conditioned air may be better for us with its extra oxygen and so on, and the light here steadier and brighter, but give me the old sky and the wind on the heath, brother, and the snow and the rain, the quick changes and the nightfall. 1 don’t really love this human ant-hill in which we live.” The next scene gives an exterior view of the new Everytown. The old familiar hill contour, quite recogniza- { ble, is in the background, but the old town itself under the open sky has dis- appeared and given place to a few terraces and exterior structures. There are unfamiliar architectural forms, grass slopes and formal trees. It is tranquil and beautiful. A few airplanes of novel structure pass across the sky. Cabal and Pass- worthy have changed their costumes to something more suitable for the open air, a fabric of the cloth type in- stead of silky wear, and they have cloaks. The sky is cloudy, the weather is showery, and in contrast to the serenity of the city, the sunlight drifts in patches across the scene. Along a wide highway streams an almost noise- less traffic of streamlined vehicles that come and go through a great entrance, far more brightly lit than the world outside. Passworthy, with an effort to be easy-minded: ‘“‘Here we are up in the weather. Back to nature. Well, well — don’t you feel the better for it?"’ “If I did, I should make trouble for our ventilation department. I'll con- fess I like the varying breeze and the shadows of the clouds — now and then.” ““What changes this place has seen in the last two centuries. Prosperity. War. Want. Pestilence. This new, amazing world. Look at it now.” “And the changes it has seen are nothing to the changes it is destined * to see.” October 20 1935 | Her eyes fell. She made no answer. “Are you?" he persisted. “l —eh —" . “Alicia! You can’t be serious about him. He's not the kind for a sweet kid like you. Forget him —"’ Her back was to him now. Her face was buried in her handkerchief. He put his arm around her gently, and his voice was tender. ‘“‘Alicia, honey, you're all tired out. We'll go around to Child's and eat, and then I'll take you home.” He pressed his arm more closely around her. “When I thought you really had — you know —it just struck me all of a heap. I mean you're such a quiet kid and you're so efficient and everything that I bhardly knew you were around until . . .” Miss Snowden wasn’t listening, really. She was thinking. Shining white tables . . . the jolly clatter of dishes . . . wheat cakes and coffee . . . and across the table — Tommy. She sighed happily. “Those old hills there. They are the only things our great grandfathers would recognize. 1 suppose they, too, in their turn will be swept away.” “All things are swept away in their turn. Blame nature for that, not man.” *““There’s some open-air people play- ing that old game of golf away there. It’s a good game. I swing a club a bit myself. I don’t suppose you do?” “I don’t. Why should you?”’ *“It keeps one from thinking.” ““It couldn’t keep me from thinking to-day anyhow. Oh! I can’t keep my mind off it! Those young people of ours! I'm out of sorts with this modern world and all this progress. I suppose our city is all very fine and vital, and the countryside trimmer and lovelier — if you like — than it was in the days of competition and scramble. I sup- pose there is hardly a bramble or a swamp or a thicket left in the world. Why can’t we rest at this? Why must we go on — and go on more strenu- ously than ever?”’ “Would you stop all thinking and working for ever more?’’ “Oh, not #xactly that.” “Then what do you mean? A little thinking but not very much? A little work but nothing serious?”’ ‘‘Well, moderation. Go on if you like — but go easily.” “You think I drive? That my sort drives?” “If you must have the truth — yes — you drive — damnably.” “No. Nature drives. She drives and kills. She is man’s mother and she is his incessant enemy. She bears all her children in hate and struggle. Beneath all this fair surface she is still plotting against us. A hundred years ago she did her best with what she found in us, to keep our hands and hearts turned against each other and make us destroy ourselves by war. She added her own peculiar little contribution to that — the pestilence. Well, we won that bat- tle. People forget already how hardly it was won. Now she wants to turn our very success against us, tempt us to be indolent, fantastic idlers and pleasure lovers — betraying ourselves in an- other fashion. A hundred years ago men like you said that war didn’t mat- ter, and it was my sort had to'end it. And now yousay, goingondoesn’t mat- ter. Life couidn’t be better. Let the new generation play — waste the life that is in them. A planet-load of holiday makers, spinning to destruc- tion. Just a crowning festival before the dark, eh?” The hall of the Athletic Club. It is a glazed loggia, a half out-of-doors place, and it has immense windows of flexible glass. Outside are water shutes down which athletes of both sexes flash with great swiftness, as if they skied down a waterfall. A few spectators stand with- in the loggia, and there is a coming and going of young athletes and visi- tors. Cabal and Passworthy enter. They approach one of the immense windows. A spectator stands there al- ready. The spectator follows excitedly the feats outside. He leans against the glass. The flexible glass gives to the pressure. As the spectator withdraws his hand the window adjusts itself. Passworthy: ‘““Here again every day (Continued on page 15)