The Washington times., 1923-12-06
By Gertrude AthertOn,
Author Of Many Notable Novels.
and One Of the Most Widely
Read Writers Of the Day.

Read Writers Of the Day.
''But what did they do to your"
cried Mrs. Tracy. I'D have done
it In your place-yes, I would!
she said defiantly as she met tho
august disguised eye Of Mrs. Vane.
az think Countess zattiany was
quite right. What il science for.
anyhow7''
Go onl Go onT' murmured Mrs.
Goodrich. She was too tat and
comfortable TO have any desire to
return to youth with its tiresome
activities, but all her old romantic
affection for Mary Ogden had re-
vived and she was even more In
terested than curious.
az am trying tot Well, I must
tell you that the explanation Of my
condition, as OF others Of my age,
was that the endocrines
'The what?" The demand was
simultaneous.
'sThe ductless glands"
"oh, said Mrs. Provost vaguely.
1--WE seen something
ct IL an Greek to me-" said
Mrs. Vane, who felt that unreason-
ing resentment common to the
minorInformed for the major
informed. You promised to avoid
technical terms"
Madame Zattiany explained in
the simplest language she could
command the meaning and the
function Of the ductless glands.
The more intelligent among them
looked gratified, for the painless
achievement Of fresh knowledge
L. q pleasant thing. Madame Eat
tiany went on patiently: These
glands in my case had undergone
q natural process Of exhaustion.
In women the slower functioning
Of the endocrines is coincident with
the cliInacteric, a. they have been
dependent for stimulation upon
certain ovarian cells. The idea
involved IL that the stimulation of
these exhausted cells would cause
the other glands to function once
matter Of course; unless, Of course,
more at full strength and q GER
tain re1uvenation ensue az q
they had withered beyond the
power Of science. I was promis-
ing subject, Tor examination proved
that my organs were healthy, my
arteries soft, and ] was not yet
sixty. Only experimentation could
reveal whether or not there was
still any life left in the cells.
although I responded favorabIy to
the preliminary tests. The upshot
was that I consented to the treat
ment-'
Yesf Yes?" Every woman in
the room now sat forward, no
longer old friends or rivals, affec-
tionate or resentful, nor the VIC
tins Of convention solicited into
sharp black ana white by the
years. They were composite
female.
eft consisted Of the concentra-
tion OF powerful Roentgen-what
you call x-rays-on that portion
Of the body covering the ovaries
-
How horrible" did you feel
- Il you were being electrocuted?"
Are you terribly scarred?"
Not at all. I felt nothing
whatever, and there was nothing
to cause scarS-
but I thought that the x-rays
"oh, do be quiet, Louisa" ex-
claimed Mrs. Tracy impatiently.
Please 90 on, Countess Zattiany."
Perfectly Painless
"As I said. the application was
painless. and II no benefit results.
neither viii any harm be done
when the rays are administered bv
q conscientious expert. Ny final
consent, as / told you. was due to
the desire to regain my old win
power and vitality. was ex.
tremely skeptical about any effect
On my personal appearance. Dur.
Ing the first month I felt 90 heavy
ana dull that, In spite of assur.
ences that these were favorable
symptoms, I was secretly con-
Vinced that had forfeited what
little mental health had re.
tanned; but was consoled by
the fact that I slept all
night and a part of the dav.
had suffered from insomnia
since my duties at the hospitaI
had ended"
But surely you must have
Oeen nervous and terrified?" All
OF these women had seen and
suffered illness, but all from time.
nonored visitations even II under
new and technical names, and
they had suffered In common
with millions OF others, which.
II It offended their sense of ex-
eius'veness, at least held the safe
guard OF nor1nalcy. They felt
q chill Of terror, in some cases
OF revulsion, as Madame Eat