Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-10-08

(AIr Clayering was beginning to
feel elderly at thirtyfonr), but it
was hard to shake out the err
/ renched. He had his public hyp-
Noticed. lie could sell ten copies
of a book where a reviewer could
self one . His word on play was
fnal-of almost Persona men
ton Of any Of the Sophisticatss
added cubit to reputation. Three
mentions made chem household
words. Neglect caused agonies
and visions Of extinction. Dis.
paragement was preferable By
4 publicity shall We know them.
Even public men with rhinocerine.
! hides chad been seen to shiyer
! Cause women courted him Prize
fighters on the dour morn after
triumphant night had bowled be-
/ tween fury and tears as MIR dec
CIayering (once crack reporter OF
the gentle ar0 wrote sadly of
| greater warriors Lenin had men
toned hia as an enemy of the new |
religion, who dealt not with the |
truth Until he grews dall-no |
/ erinnine skeleton as yet-his pub
iic after hasty or solemn diges-
tion of the news would turn over
10 his column with a sigh Of relief
/ Bat he must hang on, no doubt Of
that, Fatal to give TIE public even
a HAT that it might EARN to do
without him.
1 He sighed and closed his eyes
again It was not unpleasant to
feel himself slave, a slave who
lad forged his own gilded chains.
But he sighed again for his lost
rlmplicities, for his day-dreams
nder the magnolias when he had
believed that II women of his class
( we're not Obliged to do their own
.ousewol!g they would all be young
and beautiful and talk osfy of TO
nance; when he had thought upon
| the intellectual woman and the
woman who did things" as an
| anomaly and d horror. Well, the
reality was more panionable,
| he would say that for them. y
Then he grinned as he recalled the
days Of his passionate socialism,
when he had taken pains, like
avery socialist he had ever met,
10 let II be. understood that he had
been born in the best society.
Wen. so he had. and he was glad
Of it, even if the best society of his
small southern town had little tot
live on but it's vanished past. Hei
never alluded to his distinguished
ancestry now that he was eminent
and comfortable, and he looked
back with uneasy scorn upon his
former breaches of taste. but he
never quite forgot it. No South
erner ever does.
The play droned on to the end Of
the interminable first act. Talk.
Talk. Talk. He'd go to sleep, but
would be sure to get crick in
his neck. Then he remembered
woman who had come down the
aisle just as the lights were low
ering and passed his seat. He had
not seen her face, but her grace
full figure had attracted his atten-
ton, and the peculiar shade of her
hair: the color of warm ashes.
There was no woman of his &C
quaintance with thGt rare shade
of blonde hair. =
He opened his eyes. She was
sitting two seats ahead Of him and
the lights Of the stage gave a faint
halo to small well-shaped head
defined by the low coil OF hair
She had a long throat apparently.
out aIrnougn she had dropped neT
wrap over the back Of the seat he
had no more than a glimpse Of a
white neck and suggestion Of
Bloping shoulders. Rather rare
those, nowadays. They reminded
him, together with the naughty
poise of the head. Of the family
portraits in the old gallery a;
home. Being dark himself, he ad
mired fair women. although since
they had taken to bobbing their
hair they looked as much alike as
magazine covers. This woman
w>re her hair in no particular
fashion. It was soft and ahun
dant, brushed back from her face
and drawn merely over the tips
of thu ears} At least SO he in
/ ferred. He bad not seen even hel
profile as She passed. Profilei