The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1910-10-14

THAT is Mariana - la bella Mariana
"a Murstnnd."
brawl and iebauch. What had BEEN
gcrapes for the boy became scandals
for the man. and he gathered a more
and more unsavory reputation until its
like was not to be found outside
penitentiary. The crux OF his career
in his own country was reached during
a midnight quarrel in Chicago, when hp
shot negro gambler. Harman's wife
left him. and the papers recorded her
application for divorce. She was
George Wards second cousin, the
daughter of Baltimore clergyman;
belle in a season and town of bellies
and a delightful headstrong creature
from all accounts. She had made a
runaway match Of il with Hartman
three years before. their affair having
been earnestly opposed Dy al her rpa
tives. especially by poor George. who
came over 10 Paris just after the we'd.
ding in miserable frame of mind
Hartman next began a trip round the
world with an orgy which continued
from San Francisco to Bangkok. where.
in the company of some cOngenihI tel
low travellers, he interfered in native
ceremonial with the result that one ~
his companions was drowned. IN
Rome he was rescued with difficult!
from street mob that unreasonable,
refused 10 accept intoxicatiOn as an
excuse for his riding down child on
his way 10 the hunt. Later we had
been hearing from Monte Carlo of his
disastrous plunges at roulette.
still take three home newspapers
trying to follow the people | knew and
the things that happen. and the ubiqui-
ty of SO worthless creature as LARA
bee Hartman in the columns dredged
for real news had long been a point OF
irritation 10 this present exile. Not
only that. He had usurped space In
the cOntint nlal papers, and OF late my
favorite Partisan journal had served
him TO me with my morning coffee.
only limiting his name, but offering
him with that gracious satire charac
teristic of the tinllic journalist writing
OF anything American. And SO this
groteSQue wreck of man was well
known to the boulevard-one 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 OF four In the rear ranks
had risen to their feet
Some one behind uS chuckled aloud.
They say Mariana beats him."
Evidently!
The dancer was aware Of the flutter
and called Harman's attention to 1t
with touch upon his arm and laugh
and nod or her violent plumage.
At that he seemed TO rouse himself
somewhat His head rolled heavily
over upon his shoulder. the lids lifted
a little from the red shot eyes, show
inY strange pride when hls 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 ID portrait painter. and In
the matter Of vogue there seem 10 be
10 pinnacles left for him TO surmount.
He has painted most Of the very
rich women or 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 or 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 I'D the unfortunate Hartman
affair, and she took charge of all his
business as well as his social arrange
ments tshe has been accused Of a
theory that the two things may be
happily combinedl. making him lease
house In an extensively modish
quarter near the Avenue du Rois de
Boulogne. Miss Elizabeth is an In
stinctively fashionable woman. prac-
teal withal, and to her mind success
should be not only respectable, but
smart"
III was Georges habit to come often
to see me. He always really liked the
sort or society his sister had brought
about him, but now and then there
were intervals when 1t wore on him a
little, I think. Sometimes he came for
me IN his automobile. and we would
make an mild excursion 10 breakfast
III the country, and that II what hap
peued one morning about three weeks
after the day when we had sought
pure air in the Luxembourg gardens.
we drove out through the Bois and
by Suresneg, striking into a rounda-
bout road to Versailles beyond st.
Cloud. It was June, duStless and
balmy noon. the air thiniy gilded BY
faint hare. and know few things
pleasanter than that road ON n fair
day or tbe early summer and no
sweeter way 60 course it than Arm an
open car.
-After ALL" said George. with plac-
Vi wave or the hand, II sometimes
wish that the landscape had called rne.
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