The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-11-15

Clavering LETT his chair and,
wandered up the aisle. He felt
none OF his usual impotence for
the beneficent cigarette. Was he
hit? Hardly. Inquisitive. GER
talnly. But he had seen So many
provocative shells. vile trick Of
nature, MISREPRESENTATION I'M
original creature that she was. ],
He glanced over the rows Of peo-
pie as he passed. It was not the,
play that was animating them.
The woman was a godsend.
His gaze paused abruptly on the
face of Mr.. Charles Dinwiddie.
Coverings grand.aunt had mar
ried Mr.. Dinwiddie's father and
the two men, 20 far apart IN
years, were more or less intimate;
the older MANS inexhaustible Cos
sip Of New York society amused
/ C1ayering. who In turn had in
itiated Mr.. Dinwiddie into new and
strange pleasures, including liter
airy parties and first nights
nored by the world Of fashion.
All New York men Of the old
regime. no matter what their IN.
dividuality may have been twenty
years earlier. look 80 much alike as
they approach sixty, and more par
ticuIarly after they have passed =.
that they might be brothers IN
blood as in caste. Their mustaches-
and what little hair they have
left, turns tbs same shade Of
well-bred white. Their fine old
Nordic faces are gef1eraIly lean
and fiat of cheek, their expression
calm, assured. not always SNUG.
They are inpeccabiy groomed and
erect. Stout they. may be. but sell
dom fat, and II not always hand
some. they are polished. disting-
uisheds aIoof. They no longer wear
side whsslxers and look younger
than their fathers did at the same
age.
Mr.. DinwiddiA's countenance az
3 rule was as formal and politely
expressionless as became his dig
rified status, but tonight Il was
mott 1t was paliid. The fathes
prominent eyes were. staring. the
mouth was relaxed. He was seat
ed next the aisle ana CIageriTig
FASTENED toward him In alarm.
I'm, old cllap?" he asked. BET
ter come out.
Mr.. Dinwiddle focused his eyes,
then stumbled to hts feet ami
caught .Clavering by the arm.
YES" he muttered. ''cet me our
Of this and take me where / can
/, st 4 drink. Seen a ghost7''
Clayering guided him up the.
aisle. then out Of ., sIde-exit into
an alley and produced q flask from
his hip pocket. Mr.. Dinwiddie
|. without ceremony raised It to his
lips and swallowed twice. gasping
. little. He had rtached the age
Of the mild whislkey and soda.
Then he stood erect and passed
his hand over the shining curve of
his head.
Ever seen d ghost, Lee7" he
asked. ''That woman was there,
wasn't she?"
''She was there, eli right
Clavering's face was no longer
cynical and mysterious: it was
alike with curiosity. "D'you know
who she is7''
A Former Beauty
''Thirty-odd years ago any one
Of US old chaps would have told
you she was Mary Ogden. and
! like as not raised his hat. She was
the beauty and the belle Of her
day. But she married a Hunga-
Ran diplomat, Count Zattany,
when she was twenty-four. and
deserted us. Newer been in the
country since. I never wanted to
see her again. Too hard hit. But
/ caught a glimpse Of her at the
opera in Paris about ten years ago
faded! Always striking, Of
course, with that style, but with.
cred, changed, skinny where she
had been slip, her throat conceal.
ed by dog collar a yard long
her expression sad and apathetic
the dethroned idol OF men. God!
Mary Ogden! left the house."
"It is her daughter. Of course
."
Never had q cI1ild-positive Of
II! Zittiany title went to a nephew
who was killed in the war. No.
It must be-mGst be -" His
eyes began TO glitter. .Clavering
knew the symptom. His relative
was about to impart interesting
gossip: ".
"Well?" he asked irnpatientiy.
There were many stories about
Mary ogden--Mary Zattiany-al.
ways a notable figure in the capt.
tails Of Europe. Her husband was in
the diplomatic service until he died
-Some years before I saw her in
Paris: She was far too clever-dam-
nably clever. Mary Ogden. and had
reputation for IL in European
society as well al for beauty-to