New-York tribune., 1919-03-30

SO fascinating and lnconvenient?"
AS did not reply, she went on: 81 have
been reading the lives of Sapphc and the
other women who could not help low
ing. Poor women have often thought that
I am like them-that there is something
about me"--
"But you are not immortal
"No! But l do not speak of actual like
ness. mean in-simlarity of aura, per-
haps. Anyway, it seems to interfere with
all my plans"
voiced another objection. "You said
last summer that you were tired of men
and were going to devote your life to art.''
81 was weary of their falsity, their shall
lowness. l meant to write my memoirxs
You remember I called them The Adven.
lures of Seventeen Years. But meanwhile
we had gone into the war. It had become
so personal and finite a question that
resolved to give all my time and energy to
the coming victory. Besides, would have
more material for my memoirs"
"Did you really go to work." was my
brutal question
She glanced at me under her long lashes
and nodded gravely.
II did! And no can imagine what
the effort cost | bound my soul with
the ribbon of a typewriter. I imprisoned
I! my ideals in the four walls of an Office"
"For the whole winter?" was incredu-
lous.
"You remind me of Mr.. Jones' my first
| employer" she answered "He was SO busi-
nesslike. But he changed afterward This
first Office struck chill to my heart as
| soon as I entered. it. The legal atmosphere
| oppressed as an everpresent criminal
trial But l knew how important is wom-
ans part in the war. ! steeled myself to
stay.
There wasn't much work during the
first day. typed one brief. Of course it
wasn't perfect, but I didn't change the mis-
takes because it is such nuisance to make
corrections the typewriter. ! knew it
had all the evidence, anyway. So l compiled
notes for my book and diverted my
thoughts from the Office.
"Mr Jones was waiting for me the next
morning. He was terribly moved His face
was as red as the flowers at my belt. And
he glarcd at them as if it we're their fault.
1t seems that had used the back of his
brief for of my notes. 1t was that lit
tie couplet about George:
"It is lieyour face-your form,
Your golden hair Ger brow of scorn'--
81 told him that | would erase it, He
looked at me in the queerest way-you
know-as if he could see the back of my
head.
"It will not be necessary he said, very
slowly. 4 shall get stenographer who will
not embelish my briefs with odes to Greek
gods You see, he was only jealous"
Media shrugged her pretty shoulders. "Men
such dogs in managers. / wasn't dis
couraged, however I took another position :,
He was a broker and looked like Willian&
Courtenay."
"Was he jealous, too?" l asked.
"No. He cared for me. | feel it in my
soul. But he did not have depth-nor suf-
ficient power 20 bear his wifes i'll humor
When he realized that I was the cause of
it, he asked to 60"
"Do you mean that you firted with
married man ~ / was shocked
"You so practical" she murmured.
raising her eyes to the ceiling. "Of course
not. His eyes told me that he loved me-
But when l answered the phone and his
wifes voice sounded sharp when told
| her he had just gone out / could see that
she knew ] was the Other Woman / was
excited that l forgot to tell him the
names of the other people who had tele-
phoned for appointments I suppose Sc
made fuss-because he asked me to 90
the next day. We never spoke of love- He
used the excuse that had forgotten those
telephone calls, but feel certain it was q
conce ssi0n to her"
And you gave up then?'' l inquired -
She looked at the ceiling again. "I was
not so weak. Once more l tried NV en-
ployer was an editor. He was wonderful
man. just as Georges note was pure
beauty, his was strength. His jaw shouted
q It, his voice breathed it, his actions
What did he do-break the furniture -
mot quite she condescended. "But I
wish he had broken that old desk that
caused all the trouble 1t was on the right
side of the room, and when he looked al
me he faced my left profile"
Media has often told me that the left
side Of her face resembles Ethel barre
, more.
And perhaps she continued. az / had