The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1909-12-28

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scnpes for the hey became scandals
Tor the man. and be gathered more
and more unsavory reputation until its
IKE WAS not to be found outside a
penitentiary. The cruz of his career
II his own country was reached during
nidnight quarrel in Chicago. when be
shot negro gambler Harman's wife
lett him. and the papers recorded. her
application for divorce. She was
George Wards second cousin. the
Slaughter Of Baltimore. clergy a
belle In season and town of bellies
and delightful headstrong creature
from all accounts She had made a
runaway match of 1t with Hartman
three years before. their affair having
been earnestly opposed by all her rela-
tives. especially by poor George, who
came over TO Paris just after the wed.
ding IN miserable frame of mind.
HarRan next began a trip round the
weird with an orgy which continued
from San Francisco to Bangkok. where,
In the company of some eongenial feI-
low travellers. he interfered In native
ceFenonial with the result that one Of
his cempaBiens was drowned. In
Rene he was rescued with difficulty
iron street mob that ureasonably
refused to accept intex ieation as an
excuse for his riding down a child on
bis way to the hunt. Later we had
been hearing from Monte Carlo Of bis
disastrous pluRges at roulette.
still take three home newspapers,
trying to follow the people l knew and
the things that happen. and the ubiaui.
~ Of 80 worthless a creature as LARA
bee Harman In the columns dredged
for real news had long been a point of
irritation to- this present exile. Not
only that. He had usurped space In
the continental papers. and Of late my
favOrite Partisan journal had served
MIN to me with my morning coffee,
only limiting hts name. but Offering
him with that gracious satire charac.
teristic Of the Gallo journalist writing
Of anything American. And SO this
grotesQue wreck Of man was well
known to the boulevard Of its
sights. That was to be perceived by
the futter he caused, by the turning
OF heads In his direction and the low
laughter of the people at the little ia.
bles. Three or four in the rear ranks
mad risen to their feet.
Some one behind us chuckitd aloud.
"They say Mariana beats him."
"Evidentlyr'
The dancer was aware of the flutter
and called Harman's attention to II
with touch upon his arm and laugh
and nod Of her violent plumage
At that he seemed to rouse himself
somewhat. His head rolled heavily
over upon his shoulder. the lids lifted
little from the red shot eyes. show
Ing strange pride when his gaze fell
upon the many staring faces.
Ward pulled my sleeve.
Come" he said, ''let us 60 over to
the Luxembourg gardens where the air
is cleaner"
Ward Is a portrait painter. and in
the matter of vogue there seem to be
NO pinnacles left for him to surmount.
He has painted most Of the very
rich women of fashion who have come |
to Paris of late years. and he has be- |
come SO prosperous. has such a polite |
celebrity and his opinions upon art |!
are SO conclusively quoted that the |
friendship of some of US who started |
with him has been dangerously strain
ed.
His sister, Miss Elizabeth, looks after
him now. She came with him when
he returned to Paris after his disap-
pointment in the unfortunate Hartman
AFFAIR. and she took charge of all his
business as well as his social arrange
nents (she has been accused Of a
theory that the two things may be
happily cOmbined). making him lease
Q house in an extensively nodish
quarter near the Avenue du Bots de i
BOulogDe. Miss Elizabeth is an In
fashionable woman, prac-
teal withal. and to her mind success
should be not only respectable. but
smart"
1t was Georges habit to come often
to see me- He always really liked the
sort Of society his sister had brought
about him. but now and then there
were intervals when it wore on him a
little. think. Sometimes he came for
me In his automobile. and we would
make a mild excursion to breakfast
In the country, and that is what hap
peDed one morning about three weeks
after the day when we had sought
pure air In the Luxembourg gardens.
We drove out through the Bots and
BY Suresnes. striking into a rounda-
bout road to Versailles beyond St.
Cloud. 1t was June. dustless and
balmy noon. the air thinly gilded by
faint haze. and l know few things
pleasanter than that road on a fair
lay OF the early summer and no
'weeter way to course it than in an
open car.
AFTER ALL" said George. with a plac-
d wave Of the hand, II sometimes
wish that the landscape had called me.
You outdoor men have all the health
md pleasure of living In the open, and
Is for the wOrk-Oh Won follows thiuk |