Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-10-29

and indomitable character and
very proud. She consigned the
man, who, after all, was the au-
thor of her phenomenal success, to
nethermost oblivion. You cannot
sell three hundred thousand copies
of a book, receive hundreds of let
tiers from unknown admirers tell
ing you that you are the greatest
novelist living, see your name con
stsntly in the news" be besieged
by editors and publishers, and be-
come a popular favorite with So
phisticates, and carry around a
lacerated heart. The past fades.
The present reigns. The future Is
rosy as the dawn. Cora Dwight
was far too arrogant at this period
l6f her career to love any man even
had there been anything left Of her
heart but pump. Her life was
full to the brim. She was quite
aware that the present rage for
stark and dour realism would pass
the Indications were to be seen
In the more moderate but pro-
nounced success Of several novels
by authors impervious TO crazes--
but she was too fertile for appre-
henson on that score. She had
many and quite different themes
wandering like luminous ghosts
about thc corridors Of brain sim
gularly free from labyrinths, ready
to emerge. full-bodied, when the
world was ready for them
The last time Clayering had sat
opposite a woman by a log fire
both had enjoyed the deep luxury
OF easy chairs and his hostess had
seemed to melt into the depths I'M
It'll they EMBODIED her But Miss
Dwight never lounged. Her back
bone appeared to be made of cast
iron She sat erect today on
hassock while he reclined in
chair that exactly fitted his spine
and enjoyed contrasting her with
the other woman Cora Dwight
had no beauty, but she never pass
ed unnoticed in crowd, even il
unrecognized Her oval eyes were
"a pale clear gray, cold, almost sin
ister, and she wore her mass Of
rich brown hair on top Of her head
and down to her heavy eyebrows
Her mouth was straight and sbaYp
ly cut, but mobile and capable Of
relaxing into charming smile,
and she had beautiful teeth Tho
nose was short and emphatic. the
iawb0ne salient. Il was, altogeth-
or. a dlsharmonia type. for the
head was long and the face short,
broad across the high cheekbopcs;
and her large light eyes set in boy
small dark face produced disc"u-
certing effect on sensitive people
but more often fasc'Hated them.
Clavcrng had beer told that in h@r
California days she had rosses@d
superb bust. but long wears #
unremitting work in France a1d
England had takes toll of her flesh
and it had never returned; she was
very thin and the squarenoSs OF
her frame was emphasized by The
strong uncompromising bones But
her feet and her brown hands were
long and narrow. and the straight
lines Of the present fashion were
very becoming to her She wore
today a gown of dark we'd velvet
trimmed with brown fur and a
touch Of gold in the region of the
waist. 1T was known that she got
her clothes vt the best houses"
She was a curious mixture. Clav-
oring reflected. and not the least
contrsdictory thing about her was
the way in which her rather sullen
face could light mp. exactly as II
some inner fame ieapt suddenly
behind those unCanny eyes and
shed its light over the very mus
cles of her checks and under her
skin. The oldest of her traits was
her apparent pleasure in seeing
man comfortable while she looked
like ramrod herself, and she was
the easiest of mortals to talk to
when she was in the right mood,
She was morose at times, but her
favorites were seldom inflicted
with her moods, and OF all her ia
vorites Clavering reigned supreme.
This he knew and took advantage OF
after the fashion of his sex. He told
her all his troubles, his ambitions,
which he believed TO be futile-he
had written plays, which his own
criticism had damned and no eve
but his own and Cora Dwight's had
ever seen--and she refreshed and
stimulated his mind when his daily
| column must be written and his
| brain was stagnant. She also knew
| OF his secret quest of the one wo-
| man and had been the repository
of several feeting hopes. And
I never for a moment had she
! thought him saturnine or disillu-
! stoned. Not she! Cora Dwight
had an extraordinary knowledge OF
men for woman to whom men
| did not make love. But IL she had
neither beauty nor allure she had
. genius; and father confessoI
/ hardly knows more about women
than a nurse about men. More
over, she had her arts. little as
men suspected it. Long ago she
had read an appraisement Of
Madame Recamier by Sainte
Beuye: she listens atec seduc
, ton" Cora had no intention o.
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