Evening Star Newspaper, October 20, 1935, Page 97

Magazine Section THIS WEEK Things to Come Continued from page ten <omeone is injured or killed! Why should anyone be killed?"’ % Cabal: “Everything is done to elim- “inate the clumsy ones before an acci- mind. She is one of the new sort of | women just as you are one of the new sort of men. Do you think I do not care for her, simply because you have dent occurs. But how are we to save the race from degeneration unless this sort of thing goes on?"’ “Good heavens! Look at that fel- low — Several spectators rush to the win- dows. Cabal: “He’s all right.” Passworthy: “And here they are!” He directs Cabal’s attention towards the doorway. From the doorway Catherine Cabal and Maurice Pass- worthy approach Cabal and Passworthy. The two young people are in athletic costume, very light, revealing their graceful young bodies. Catherine Cabal is a little slighter than Maurice, pretty but determined. They come forward to greet their parents, a little shyly. Maurice halts. Catherine goes up to her father, looks him in the eyes for a moment, is satisfied by what she sees there, and kisses him. He holds her to him for a moment and then releases her. Neither says a word. Passworthy, trying to take things lightly: “Well, young people. What have you been doing?"’ s Maurice: ‘‘Just a turn at the water chutes. No time for anything else.”” Passworthy: **‘How many killed to- day?” Maurice: “‘One fellow slipped and broke his thigh — but he’s being taken care of. He'll be well in a week. I just missed him as he fell. Or I might have come a cropper, too.” Passworthy: “Isn’t life dangerous enough without doing these things?"’ “My dear father, it isn’t nearly dangerous enough for a properly con- ditioned animal. Since the world began, life has been living by the skin of its teeth. It's used to it and it’s built that way. And that's what’s the matter with us now.” Passworthy: “That’s your philoso- phy, Cabal. My boy has learnt his lesson.” Cabal: “Not my philosophy. The philosophy of the new world.” Pause. Catherine, unable to remain uncertain any longer: ‘“Father, are we to go?" *“Yes — you are to go.” *“It is announced?”’ Passworthy, dismayed: “It's an- nounced?”’ Cabal: “Why not?” “But — my son!”’ *“The boy is of age. He has volun- teered.” Passworthy: “But I waat to talk it over first. Why have you announced it so soon? Anyhow there is still plenty of time to talk it over.” A pause. Catherine and Maurice look at each other and then at their parents. Maurice: “Not so very long now, Father.” Catherine: “Just one month and three days.” Maurice: “We could go now. The moon is coming into the right position even while we are talking. But they are waiting a month longer. To make sure.” Passworthy: *“You are going in four weeks! Four weeks! I forbid it!”” Maurice: “It’s all arranged.” Passworthy: ‘“That man Theoto- copulos is right. This thing mustn’t be. It is human sacrifice. Maurice my son!” Cabal takes his arm. “There is still a month and more ahead of us. Let us talk it over calmly, Passworthy. This is a shock for you. It was a shock for me. But perhaps it is less dreadful — and something greater — than you think. Consider it for a day or so. Let us all dine together — let us meet in hree days' time, and tell each other plainly all that we have in our minds. There is someone else to whom I must talk.” Passworthy: “No one is as closely interested as we are.” Cabal: “I don’t know. She has a kind of claim. Many people would say it is as strong as ours.” *And who is that?” “Catherine’s mother. The woman who used to be my wife . . . We parted years ago.” Evening passes to twilight. After- sunset glow in the sky. A terrace with clipped yew trees looking out over a wide landscape with the sea in the distance. Standing out against the sea is a huge, heavy mortar-like structure. This is the Space Gun. It crouches monstrously, dwarfing every other de- tail in the landscape. A certain misti- ness enhances, if anything, its porten- tous dimensions. An airplane sweeps down and its shadow passes across the terrace. Cabal descends from the plane and walks slowly to the terrace balustrade. He stands musing, looking at the Space Gun. His hands are behind his back. He turns at a footfall and Rowena enters. Rowena is the descendant of Roxana, the favorite of the Boss of Everytown in 1970, just as Oswald Cabal is the descendant of John Cabal. Sheis physicallylike her prototype, but she has none of the arms-akimbo dash of her ancestors. She is better bred, and she is dressed much more beauti- fully. Rowena: “And so at last I am per- mitted to see you again.” Cabal: “Youheard the newsquickly, Rowena.” “It is all over the world now.” “Already?” “On the air everywhere. The whole world talks of nothing else. Why have you done this thing to me? Our daughter!” “I did not do this to you. She de- termined to go. What do you want with me?”’ ““You are a monster. You and your kind are monsters. Your science and your new order have taken away your souls and put machines and theories in the place of them. It is well I left you when I did.” “And you have come here — you have insisted on seeing me in order to tell me that — now.”’ ““Not only that. I forbid you to send our daughter on this mad expedition.” “Our daughter! My daughter. You left her to me when you went away. And she goes — of her own free will.” ‘““Because you have poisoned her Decoration by G. de Zayas Beauty Brevities by MARTHA LEAVITT HE variety in nail polish shades which grace the finger- tips of spirited leaders of style and beauty has caused such a decided interest in hands that gloves, too, take on an aura of bright festivity these Fall days. Greens, blues, reds and a popular wine color — Dubonnet — in a combination of taffeta and crépe, patent leather and suéde — even silver fox with net — show that it is the effect which is important rather than the medium. And just as your nail polish harmonizes with your costume, so must your gloves lend the right accent to the Autumn ensemble. The attractive young dancer, Eleanor Powell, chooses muff- like gloves of the gauntlet type. They have large fur cuffs of frost-colored baby lamb which also form the cuffs of her tailored military cape and actually button on to the sleeves. Gauntlets are in vogue — for evening as well as daytime wear. Anna Sten wears a combination of black velvet and net for formal occasions. The velvet covers the back of her expressive hands and the net allows the smooth surface of her palms to show through. Woven ribbons in an interesting basket-weave design compose the cuffs. Patent leather lends an air of gaiety with its shining brilliance and the vivacious Norma Shearer chooses the new shade of Dubonnet in suéde with patent leather cuffs. An added novelty is her monogram appliqued in suéde across the cuffs. Mary Pickford recently had an entire ensemble designed which is named after her. She chooses a gauntlet glove of bright red patent leather. The leather covers the back of the hand and the suéde forms the flexible palm. She carries a medium-sized patent leather bag combined with side gussets of sué¢de. And a matching wide belt with a suede buckle completes her cheerful Fall accessories. If you wish you might have 'the gauntlet of your favorite fabric and color gathered at the wrist into a series of tiny rings. This gives the effect of link bracelets. The charming young Barbara Kent discovered this trick. But whatever you choose to do about it — be gay! For gloved hands hold the beauty spotlight. never let me see her?”’ “Usually you have been on the other side of the earth. Love hunting.” “Reproach me! All the same I care. Who left me love hungry? . . . Cabal, have you no pity? Have you no imagi- nation? It I cannot forbid — well, then I implore. Think of that body of hers — scarcely more than a child’s body — crushed, broken, frozen!"’ “I won’t. One can think too much of bodies, Rowena.”” “Hard you are and terrible. What are you doing with life, Cabal?”’ “Soft you are and sensuous. What are you doing with life?"” “You turn it to steel.” “You fritter it away.” “Who made me fritter it away? I have been wanting to meet you face to face for years and have this out with “you. I hated leaving you. But you made life too high and hard for me.”” “I hated your going. But you made life too distracted and vexatious for me. I loved you — but loving you was an all-time task. I had work to do.” “What work?"” “The everlasting work of fighting danger and death and decay for man- kind.” “Fanatic! Where are danger and death today?” “In ambush everywhere.” “But if you are hunting danger and death all the time, what is there left of life?”’ “Courage, adventure, work — and an increasing power and greatness.” “Give me love.” “You left me for that. Poor love huntress. Mine wasn’t good enough — not flattering enough — not sedulous enough. Have you ever found that love of your dreams? Was there ever a love who made you feel as glorious as youwanted to be? Wherever you found love, you gripped it as a child plucks a flower — and you killed it.” “Have I been anything buthuman?” llNo.” “I have loved after my nature. Even if at last I have to grow old and die.” “But let me live after my nature. You may want love, but I want the stars.”’ “But love, too! You wanted human love once, Cabal.” “l wanted my work more.” “But isn’t that girl of ours at least human? As I am? Isn’t she entitled to the freshness of life — to the novelty of life? Suppose, after all, love does come to an end? Why shouldn’t she have her years of delusion and excite- ment?”’ “And end in futility ? Left behind by all your loving? Painted? In an imita- tion of youth. Clinging to passion?” “Oh, you can sting. Which of the two is futility ? To obey your impulees or deny them? That girl, I tell you, is a human being and she has to follow the human way. She’s a woman.” “Not one of the old sort, Rowena. Not of your sort. Do you think that everything else in human life is going to alter — scale and power and speed — and men and women remain as they have always been? This is a New World we are living in. It drives to new and greater destinies. And that desperate old Love Story which has been acted and told =0 often, as though it were the very core of life, is almost finished with.” ‘““And you think she has finished with it?” ““What do you know of our daugh- ter? What do you know, you love- huntress, of the creative drive a wo- man can feel as well as a man? She has loved and she loves; she has found a mate and they are driving on together. Shoulder to shoulder. Almost forget- ting each other in their happy iden- tification. She lives for the endless adventure — as he lives for the endless adventure. And that is the increase of human knowledge and power — for- ever.” “And that is your last word to me — you who once knelt at my feet!” Old memories come back to Cabal, arush of forgotten emotions. He turns towards her. He seems full of things he cannot express, and he says nothing. The two face each other in the twilight, man and woman, bereaved of all the illusion they ever had for one another and still — perplexed. (To Be Concluded Next Week) Relax—loosen up—rub out the pain with “Ben-Gay" Baume “Ben-Gay” is that scientific pain-reliever and muscle relaxer which athletes swear by. Apply it generously and vigorously to the stiff, sore muscles. 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