Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-23
WOMAN SOLDIER
Of FORT UNE
EVICTSNA
Dorothy Dix Discusses the
Strange Career of Mrs.
BaTnes-C reeI of Paris.
Continued From Page One.

sanely jealous OF him. as women always
are of the men on whom they have only
the tenuous hold of the emotions There
were frequent quarres between the two,
/ in which the woman, who knew not the
meaning of the word self control, gave
{ free rein TO her tongue After such
stormy scenes they would part, but al
ways her fascination was strong enough
] To- draw him back to her
/ Mrs Creel or Barnes, as She prefers to
/ be called lived in her sumptuous apart
ment in The aristocratic quarter near the
/ Avenue Dubois DuBouloEne, and wore
her gorgeous clothes and jewels, and went
the mad pace Of her kind in Paris, and
( Walter DeMumm danced attendance upon
! her.
But an influence, puissant beyond UNI
| derstanding almost in this country, was
working against her. It was the family,
which is all-powerfu in France Walter
DeMumm's family made him understand
that he must break with the pretty
American, and he told her that he would
obey and that the affair must end
Grown Tired of Her,
Besides, he had grown tired Of her. tired
| OF her temper, her whims and caprices
! His passion had burned itself out The
novelty had worn off Of the new toy The
| gilt had rubbed off of the gingerbread
! The chitfons that had dressed up the
| romance 50 alluringly We're in rags and
| tatters 1t is easy to listen to the sage
counsel OF own family when 1t jumps with
ones own inclinatons.
So DeMumm told Mrs. Barnes that
they must part, and they went out to-
gether for one last farewell pleasuring
! DeMumm says that they drowned the
! cor t,F 4,rf-
| champagne. They returned to Mrs
Barnes apartment and. when he at
tempted to leave, she fell into fit of
weeping-the maudlin tears of half
| drunken woman.
Then there was the sharp report of a
pistol that awakened the neighbors. and
much hurrying TO and fro of excited
servants. and mysterious people in closed
taXcabs. Both DeMumm and Mrs. Barnes
appeared to have been wounded, but just
what happened no one knows but them
selves, and they tell Numerically oppos-
| lite stories
Mrs. Barnes says that DeMumm beat
her and knocked her down and kicked
her, and that she only shot him in order
to save her life.
DeMumm declares that he did not strike
the woman at ALL but that, when ne told
her he was going to leave her she seized
the pistol and fired twice at him, and
that in wrestling the revolver from her
ne may have possibly been little rough,
nothing more.
Both DeMumm and Mrs Barnes have
been hidden away until they recover.
Neither was seriously hurt, and SO, after
the nine days gossip has spent itself, the
affair will pass into the chronicles of
scandal OF our times-to be Dug up when
I'll, it,
of fortune brings her into the limelight
again.
The Rule of the Game.
Quite the usual story of such affairs,
with the usual ending isn't it? The
woman who had made herself the
plaything of the passions OF men Kicked
aside and broken when the man has tired
of her 1t always happens. It's the
unfaiing rule of the game
Maybe it is Marie VanRensimer's body
that is bruised and sore, and hurt by her
brutal lover. Maybe it's her heart that
Is wounded beyond all healing but as she
lies on her bed of pain. hidden away
somewhere in Paris thanking Cod She is
not a murderess, one would like to know
how she audits her little accounts with
life.
Does the life of adventure pay for a
woman@ It's a far cry from the little
Il Pennsylvania waitress, in her poverty,
her cheap black dress and white apron
Of servitude, to the eegante of the fash
ionable Avenue Dubois DeBoulogne, with
i her hand embroidered lingerie, her motors
and silks and furs and her fortune in
Jewels but does she think now that they
are worth the price she has paid for
them?
1t is gay in Paris. 1t was dun in the
little Pennsylvania town Does she wish
that she had not Jared forth in search OF
adventure. but had stayed at home?
Would it be better to have some honest
working mans face looking across the
breakfast table at her, with respect in
his eyes Than to have the leering gaze
of the sort of men who give women dia-
monds when they are pleased with them
and beat them when they are angry?
In old times the soldiers of fortune who
went forth so gayly and so hopefully in
their youth often returned home in their
age worn, disappointed old men, with
nothing to show but their scars. This is
the way that the feminine soldier of for
tune almost always comes back. She
has her little hour Of pleasure and tri-
umph. and then she comes home broken
and beaten by the world she has defied.
! It is a gay life. but a short one And