The Washington times., 1922-09-04
BY GENE FOWLER.

y By GENE FOWLER.
Copyright. 1872: n:,,s.n's sy The New York.
NEW YORK, Sept. dead
ly dull! A drab piece of gray silk
in a gaily-colored patchwork
quiltw
Evelyn Goodwin, Of Pineville,
KY, described her one week of
married life with the handsome
George Cole Hatchard in the
words above quoted. She was
barely eighteen in May, 1921,
when she married him at "The
Little Church Around the Cor
.ner" in New York.
Inherited Money.
Evelyn had come into q generous
share Of her late mothers comfort.
able fortune, but, owing to various
technicalities. had not received the
actual money which was destined to
be spent In lavish abandon along the
Gay White Way by William r. Ol.
colt, poser. social hanger-on and al
legged Yale and Cornell graduate,
when Olcott was the pal Of "Dapper
Dan" Caswell in laying siege to rhe
hearts Of Follies girls. Evelyn said:
THE ceremony. elaborate enough
to please the vanity Of most girls,
was q nightmare to me. I could
barely hear the words that should
be 30 solemnly sacred. was all out
unconscious OF remembering my re-
sponses to the ritualistic and formal
questions. ! was seized with q sud.
den impulse to escape, to get away
anywhere. anywhere but in the au-
tomobile in which we had been ush-
cred amid the usual jovial banter by
silly attendants at the wedding OF a
girl.
I'VE went to the Hotel Marsetlles.
on West One Hundred and Third
street, where we had a big wedding
party. Everyone started in to do
some heavy drinking. How disgust
touch q drop. I wonder II men can
and do mar the first night by such
indulgence! Remember, was but
slip Of a girl-a girl from a fine. old
Kentucky family.
"The orgy-for II was all Of that
began early in the evening. 1t con-
tinued until some Of the more sober
persons insisted on seeing q musical
play. After the show, we went 20
the Montmarte cabaret. There was
more drinking. By this time I was
being referred to as a 'crepe-hanger,
for was not only shocked, disillu.
stoned, but was openly offended at
this sort Of thing. went to the re-
firing room, vainly trying to coniure
ur some means of escape from II all.
! was gone so long that my husband,
George, none too sober. thought !
had left him. He had what I learned
to recognize in men as crying Jag
THE maid was called and IVES
told that my husband was waiting
at the door Of the cabaret retiring
room. Tearfully I obeyed, trying to
make a brave show, despite all NY
grief.
I'VE went to the Hotel Majestic,
where George had arranged for q
bridal suite. II was then almost day.
light. Some of Georges friends, eev-
eral OF them collegians and society
men of comparative prominence. es.
corted my husband into the suite. /
was amazed and abashed.
They undressed him. I retired
to another room. I was unalterably
opposed to staying there with him
in that condition. He remained as
II in a stupor. Next morning we
went down Ito breakfast. George
apologized over and over again. /
told Geoge he had better determine
once and all to break connections
with friends who would let him
drink at such a supposedly sacred
time as his wedding night. We de.
cided to go to Atlantic City.
I'VE stopped at the Hotel Am
bassador. He was most kind to me,
in SO far as courtesies 60. He let
me have charge accounts and all
that sort OF thug. He showered
me with gifts, with candy. orchids.
love notes, and other things that
seemed somehow to bore me. The
memory of that first night had
shattered whatever love ] might
have developed for him had he
behaved. g..
She Tells Her Feelings.
"I was so miserable that
couldn't make up my mind what
to do. I did not want to ruin this
young mans life. He was then
twenty.seven years old Yet I be-
lieved then as do now that Il Ia
fairer to a man to let him know
you do not love him, IL such is
the case, than to play the hypo-
crite. ~ .
"on the Sunday following the
Monday on which we were mar.
ried, we were at our apartment
at No. S56 West End avenue.
decided to tell George that II was
impossible for us to live together.
did so. He said:
"Well, maybe you will get over
this feeling OF revulsion II I send
you home. You are only a little
girl-a child. Maybe you will know
when you are away that you do
care
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