The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-01-19
PAGE THIRTEEN
like blustery wind, and is shout a
fascinating as pound of potatoes"


like blustery wind, and is shout as
fascinating as pound of potatoes.
"And even Jack Dempsey couldnf
win against William s. Hart in a sen.
timental battle" interpolated the
Bachelor. modestly.
"And it has nothing to do with
brains. or genius, or brilliancy, or Wit
or Intelligence"
Il knew it," exclaimed the Bachelor
with sudden conviction; "it's yanity!"
"What?"
"Egotism, conceit, apIomb, savoir
faire, selp appreciation! Anybody who
who thinks lot OF himself can al.
ways make the rest OF the world
| agree with him."
Only temporarily-not permanent.
ly," objected the Widow. Vanity and
( beauty are merely good self-advertise.
. ments. And when we find they have
deceived us, and the magnetism isn't
there, we are always horribly disap-
pointed. 1t Is something far deeper
and more mysterious than that, Mr..
| Weatherby. 1t is an appeal to the
| Imagination"
"Ah! I see!" murmured the Bache.
Tor. 'Its what makes women eiope
with their chauffeurs: and what
makes widows, and trained nurses,
and soldiers and actresses so fasci.
mating. They may not all have mag.
nltlsm, but all of them appeal to the
imagination"
YES" agreed the Widow, with
smile of understanding; they have
a running start. But real magnetism.
real charm, is more powerful than
uniform row of footlights. 1t is
secret power, reserve force that you
can not see or define, but can simply
feel. 1t is mental electricity"
STILL" suggested the Bachelor, 'ii
the average girl would be little less
| frank in her ways, and her converse;
ton, and her gowns, she might appeal
more to our imagination-and our cur.
iosity, mightn't she?
"Of course" sighed the Widow. at
is always the quiet little thing, swath.
ed in draperies, who sits in a cor
ner and uses her eyes, that draws al
the men to her. And it is never the
life of the party, but the quiet re
served man, with the devoted effective
manner, who captures the belle OF
the evening""
"Oh, don't know" objected the
Bachelor. Il never saw you sitting
OH III q corner and
"Me?" repeated the Widow, opening
her eyes. ooh, / am a widow, Mr.
Weatherby. / have a running start
Men can always imagine things about
me, that / have a past or a history
you think how easy it is to start the
masculine imagination working, you
wonder why every woman can't be
magneticc. But magnetism, like com.
mon sense and dimples, seems to be d
gift of the high gods to the rare few
whom they love. 1t may be simulated
but it ctn't be cultivated or acquired
or pasted on. It's like second sight
ut is hypnotism! That's what it isl"
declared the Bachelor, emphatically,
land if the high gods only knew it,
giving magnetism to red-haired wild.
ow is carrying Goals to Newcastlei'
Thank you'll" returned the Widow
airily. Then giving magnetism to
an eligible bachelor must be-
Carrying soap to the Gear of Rus.
sia!" groaned- the Bachelor, bitterly.
He doesn't know what to do with it. u
at must make life complicated for
you!" commiserated the Widow.
But you haven't told me what it
isl said the Bachelor, hastily chang.
ing the topic.
81 can't" admitted the Widow. "and
yet" she added, gazing dreamily out
of the window, "it's what makes you
think of gardens and moonlight and
fairy stories and Prince Charming,
when you listen to mans voice.
"And what makes you hear music.
and smell violets, and dream of Ven
ice and young love. when you look
into a woman's eyes," added the Bach.
elor, gazing dreamily into the fire.
THE secret of the ages-the great
est secret in the world" murmured
the Widow. land we haven't even
guessed It'll"
WIDOW.ClSMS.
man lie az old as he feelS-affar