The Washington herald., 1907-01-28
AIDGIYENAUTHORESS
0liYeLOganL Leaves Tenement
Quarters Forever.
LADY COOK BEFRIENDS HER
Writer of Fiction VIII Make Her
Home in Paris with Her Benefac-
tress, Tennessee CIafiin-ReceptiOn
Held, and Many Come to- Coneratu-
late Her on Her Good Fortune.

New York, Jan. 27.-There was merry
making, much slipping of thin, red punch,
nibbling Of waters. and a pleasant crack
ling of tongues this afternoon at the
Hotel San Reno, where the old friends
Of Olive Logan gathered TO congratulate
her on bettered fortune. and to meet Lady
Cook, who was Tennessee CIahin before
she married Sir Francis Cook. a London
merchant, and who has come TO her
rescue.
Olive Logan isn't living in a shabby
Seventh avenue tenement any more. nor
does she have to be out in all weathers
getting stories for the newspapers in or
der to placate butchers and bakers who
cared little about the authoress Of Surf
and much about her bills. She was at
the San Reno. and viii sail soon for
Paris She expects 20 spend the remain
der Of her life in Lady Cooks home
She stood with Lady Cook and Lady
Purdon Clarke in the reception parlor Of
the San Reno this afternoon, a quaint
and pleasant picture. Her hair is almost
snow white. but the lines OF trouble in
her face haven't spoiled its loneliness.
GOuned in Purple Velvet.
She wore a gown OF purple velvet, with
white lace NJ the throat and wrists. She
was very happy, and sometimes she cried
little Then most Of the other ladies
dabbed at their eyes with handkerchiers
and congratulated her through her ear
trumpet-for she is very deaf
The onc-ume Tennessee Clahin hurried
about the reception parlOr, a bundle Of
nerves. always smiling, always talking,
keen for a new face. She gayly confesses
TO sixty-nine years. She has fluffy white
hair. and there were young girls in the
party that enyied her delicate pink-and-
white complexion.
Young OF course I am young. Tho
only women that ever grow old are the
women who do nothing" she said. Com
ing back 10 Olive Logan. she said. Look
az this girl Isn't she st.l pretty? i
don't deny that I am still. Why shoUldn t
We be- We were beauties I'm our day"
The WhIte-haired friends of Olive Logan
and Tennessee Clahin, nearly all Of them
were dressed in half forgotten styles.
Meeting Recalls Olden Times.
The talk ran merrily on matters that
the present generation has forgotten.
Olive Logan told stories about her life in
England and Wales. when she was the
wife Of William W. Sykes. an author and
journalist, who was once consul NJ Car
din They talked about the books she hao
written, such as Photographs of Paris
Life" Chateau Frissac." Women and
Theaters." Get Thee Behind Me, Satan, 80
and others. Many OF them had the chief
events Of Tennessee CIahin's strenuous
career wildly photographed in their
memories recalling when she went into
Wall street with her sister. Victoria
Woodruff, afterward the wife Of John
Biddulph Martin. a London banker.
Mary Ellen Lease swept into the recep-
ton parlor, big and smiling Ike Kan
sas zephyr with "a strong hand grip and
a Jolly How de do for all hands
Among others that wished luck 10 Olive
Logan were Mrs Roswell ID. Hitchcock.
Miss Alice +. Ives. Mrs. Elizabeth Z
Conner. AIRS. Cornelius TIden DIT. Apple
ton Morgan. Mrs. Richard Harry Savage.
and Mrs. John Floyd Hume.
Lady Cook hasn't fixed her sailing date
yet. but she IS going 10 take Olive Logan
10 Paris soon. Since Lady Cook heard in
London that Olive Logan was in straits
and promptly c8bled her old friend Sl01
she has been arranging % put Miss Logan
out of the reach Of want.