Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-01-08
BY MARGUERITE MooERS MAR
SHALL

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Evening World.)
A year ago-long before Fannie
lay on her rose of romance because
she practiced periodic or part-time
matrimony-I had breakfast with a
newly married couple in hotel be-
loved of Greenwich village Bohe7
mians.
The piquantly pretty brunette
bride, as author and feminist, eX-
said, for instance, that despite her
exceedingly recent entangling alli-
ance with Robert J. Sanderson-the
tall, blue-eyed Yankee bridegroom
she would remain Miss Nina Will
cox Putnam" to the end of the chap
her first husband, the late Robert
Faulkner Putnam, member of the
well-known publishing firm, and it
was the name under which she had
written Believe You Me-" and sew
era1 other novels.
Putnam she and her husband were
to live under separate roofs and
even in separate towns, she in Mad
ison, Conn, he in Bridgeport, merely
''week-ending" together now. and
then. He was not to support her.
She was not to keep house for him.
The whole arrangement was to be
the very newest thing in marriages
and was so described in the Eve
ming World.
Imagine my surprise when there
dropped out of my mail the other
day a square, white card on which
was neatly engraved "Mr. and Mrs.
r. j. Sanderson at home, 245 East
list street. New York." with the
date
What, I wondered. had happened
to the latest model in reformed mat
for reader and myself, 1 made haste
to call on MIR. and Mrs. r. J. San
derson," snugly settled behind their
ommunal-not dual - brown stone
front, in a quiet neighborhood, re-
moved geographically and tempera-
mentally from Greenwich Village.
Hear the truth: This is one mod
ern marriage which, in the space of
one short year, has turned, with the
consent of both parties, into the
kind that mother used to make!
Yes, this is OUR home" brave
ly admitted Mrs. r. J. Sanderson.
who remains Nina Wilcox Putnam"
only on the covers Of her newest
novel, ut Pays to Smile" and it's
predecessors. We've decided that
we ca can get all the privacy we need esd
same house instead of separate
houses in different towns.
1.-The old-fashioned marriage has
lasted a good many thousand years
before we came along, and it prob
And-well, we think there's a great
deal to be said for it. We tried the
work work. We found" Mrs Mrs sanderson
was smiling tenderly gay smile
and looking down at the plump
hands clasped in her lap+"that we
apart as we could together, because
when we were apart we had to waste
so much time wanting to be to-
gether"
derson, who himself was smiling
quietly, where he sat opposite us in
a big wing-chair. Because this. lean,
self-possessed young man had re-
marked to me, even during his w1fe's
somewhat startling honeymoon in
terview, This This matter Of 9ine our haVt ing
future we are likely to change our
arrangements, as I'm going to re-
mind Mrs. Sanderson-for 1 shall
call her that if nobody else does" !
Mr.. Sanderson looked as modest
as the cat that has swallowed the
Mrs. sanderson chuckled shame
lessly, and contributed, "Well. Jack
got me to vote the straight Repub-
lican ticket last election-little rad
ical that I've always been!'
The all-conquering male didn't let
even this tribute go to his cool young
head. 1--WE tried the separate home
arrangement" he assured me, with
out the flicker of an eyelash; 1--WE
gave it fair trial-about six
months, wasn't it dear?" He glanced
in the direction of his pretty wife.
"And then-well, we found we were
not suited for the arrangement, and
we did want to be together. SO it
would have been foolish to go on
the other way, wouldn't it?" This
appeal to me.
1T wanted to go to the coast in an
automobile, for the sake of a story
I was writing" Mrs. sanderson took
up the interview. That was last
to see America with me-" An ex-
pressive glance at the party of the
second part.
"It was the first chance we'd had
really to get acquainted with each