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The Washington times., 1923-11-24

!. s-unIess, to b sure. she has.
lived too long. abroad to re-
member our customs"
His Eager Gaze
He gazed at her eagerly, and
felt slight sensation of an
noyance that the entire house
was following his example. The
opera glasses concealed her
eyes, but they rested upon the
bridge Of an Individually straight
nose. Her forehead was perhaps
too high, but it was full, and
the thick hair was brushed back
from q sharp point. Her eye
brows, thank Heaven, were
many shades darker than her
hair. They were also narrow
and glossy. Decidedly they re-
ceived attention. Possibly they
were plucked and darkened-life
had made him skeptical Of
points" However, Claverine
was no lover of unamended na-
ture. holding Iature, except in
rare moments of inspiration, a
bungler Of the first water.
In spite of it's smooth white
skin and rounded contours above
an unchanged throat, it was.
subtly, not a young face. The
mouth. rather large, although
fresh and red POSSIBLY they had
lip sticks in Europe that appro-
minated nature) had none OF
the girls soft flexibility. It
was full in the center and the
red Of the underlip was more
than visible line, but it was
straight at the corners, ending
in an almost abrupt sternness.
Once she smiled, but it was
little more than an amused
flicker; the mouth did not -e-
lax. The shape Of the face bore
out the promise Of the head. but
DETECTED from its oval at the
chin, which was almost square.
and indented. The figure was
very slight, but as subtly ma
ture as the face, possibly 20.
cause she held it uncompronis-
ingly erect; apparently she had
made no concession to the demo.
cratic absence of Carriage" the
Indifferent almost apologize
mien that had succeeded the
limp curves Of a few years ago.
She wore a dress of white Jet
made with long lines of the
present fashion-in dress she
was evidently a stickler, The
neck was cut in a low square.
showing the rlso of the bust
Her own lines were long, the
arms and hands very slender in
tho long white gloves. Probably
she was the only woman in tho
house who wore gloves. Life
was freer since the war, She
woro a triple string of pearls,
He waited eagerly until she
should drop her glasses.
He heard two girls gasping and
muttering behind him.
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II.

Clavering left . his chair and
wandered up the aisle. He felt
none Of his usual impatience for
the beneficent cigarette. Was he
hit? Hardly. Inquisitive, Ger.
tainly. But he had seen so many
provocative shells. Vile trick of
nature. that-poverty-stricken 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.
Clavering's grand-aunt had mar
ried Mr.. Dinwiddie's father and
the two men, so far apart in
years, were more or less intimate;
the older mans inexhaustlble gos-
sip Of New York society amused
Clavering. who In turn had In.
itiated Mr.. Dinwiddie into new and
strange pleasures. including liter.
airy parties and first nighta-ig'
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 so much alike as
they approach sixtVs and more par
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peculiar shade Of her hair; the
color OF warm ashes. There was
no woman Of his acquaintance
with that 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 APP
parently, but although she had
dropped her wrap over the back
of the seat he had no more than
a glimpse of a white neck, and
a suggestion of sloping shoulders.
Rather rare those, nowadays.
They reminded him, together with
the naughty poise of the head, Of
the family portraits in the old
gallery at home. Being dark him.
self, he admired fair women, al
though since they had taken to
bobbing their hair they looked
ar much alike as magazine covers.
This woman wore her hair in no
particular fashion. It was soft
and abundant, brushed back from
her face, and drawn merely over
the tips of the ears. At least
so he inferred. He had not seen
even her profile as she passed.
Profiles were out of date, but in
an oId.fashioned corner of his soul
he admired them, and he was idly
convinced that a woman with so
perfectly shaped head. long and
narrow, but not too narrow, must
have q profile. Probably her full
face would not be so attractive.
Women with cendre hair gener-
ally had light brows and lashes,
and her eyes might be a washed
out blue. Or prominent. Or her
mouth too small. He would bet
on the profile, however, and in
stead of rushing out when that
blessed curtain went down he
would wait and look for it.
Then he closed his eyes again
and forgot her until he was
reused by the clapping of many
hands. First-n!ghters always
applaud. no matter how per-
functOrilV Nohlesaa ohIipa R1t
the difference between the ap.
plause of the bored but loyal
and that of the enchanted and
quickened is as the difference
between a rising breeze and a
hurricane.
The actors bowed en- masse,
In threes, In twoS. singly. The
curtain descended, the lights
rose' the audience heaved. Men
hurried up the aisle and climbed
over patient women. People be.
gan to visit. And then the
woman two seats ahead OF
Clnvering did singular thing,
She rose slowly to her feet,
turned her back to the stage.
raiSSd her opera glasses and
leisurely surveyed the audiences.
knew itv' Clavering's
tongue clicked. "European. Mo
american woman ever did that
The Washington times., 1923-11-24
This Novel Tells How Beauty
Returned to An Old Woman
Through Modern Science

*
ticuIarIy after they have passed II,
that they might be brothers IN
blood as in caste. Their nustaches-
and what little hair they have
left, turns the same shade OF
well-bred white. Their fine old
Nordic faces are generally lean
and flat OF cheek, their expression
calm, assured,\ not always SNUG.
They are impeccably grnnmed and
erect. Stout they may be. but sci,
dom fat, and If not always hand
some, they are polished. disting-
uished, aloof. They no longer wear
side whiskers and look younger
than their fathers did at the same
age.
Mr. Dinwiddie's countenance as
rule was as formal and politely
expressionless as became his dig
nified status, but tonight it was
not. It was pallid. The rather
prominent eyes were staring, the
mouth was relaxed. He was seat
ed next the aisle and Clavering
hastened toward him in alarm.
"Ill, old chap?" he asked. BET
ter come out"
Mr.. Dinwiddie focused his eyes,
then stumbled to his feet and
caught Clavering by the arm.
YES" he muttered. Get me out
Of this and take me where I can
get drink. Seen a ghost?"
Clavering guided him up the
aisle, then out Of q. side exit into
an alley and produced flask from
his hip pocket. Mr.. Dinwiddie
without ceremony raised it to his
lips and swallowed twice. gasping
a little. He had rtached the age
of the mild whiskey and soda.
Then he stood erect and passed
his hand over the shining curve Of
his head.
Ever seen a ghost, Lee?" he
asked. THAT woman was there,
wasn't she?"
"She was there. all right
Clavering's face was no longer
cynical and mysterious; it was
alike with curiosity. "D'you know
who she is?"
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-
rian diplomat. Count Zattany,
when she was twenty-four, and
deserted us. Never been in the
country since. I never wanted to
see her again. Too hard hit. But
I 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 a dog collar a yard long
her expression sad and apathetio
the dethroned idol Of men. God!
Mary Ogden! I left the house."
ut Is her daughter, Of course
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could sell one. His word on q
play was final--or almost. Per-
sonal mention OF any Of the
Sophisticates added a cubit to rep
utation. Three mentions made
them household words. Neglect
caused agonies and visions OF ex-
tinction. Disparagement was pref
cradle. BY publicity shall ye
know them. Even public men
with rhinocerene hides had been
seen to shiver. Cause women
courted him. Prize fighters on
the dour morn after a triumphant
night had howled between fury
and tears as Mr.. Lee Clavering
(Once crack reporter Of the gentle
arD wrote sadly of greater war
riors. Lenin had mentioned him
as an enemy OF the new religion,
who dealt not with the truth.
Until he grew dulI-no grinning
skeleton as yet-his public, after
hasty or solemn digestion of the
news, would turn over to his
column with a sigh Of relief. But
he must hang on. no doubt of
that. Fatal to give the public
even a hint that it might learn to
do without him.
A Slave
He sighed and closed his eyes
again. It was not unpleasant to
feel himself a slave who had
forged his own gilded chains.
But he sighed again for his lost
simplcities, for his day dreams
under the magnolias when he had
believed that If women of his
class were not obliged to do their
own housework they would all be
young and beautiful and talk only
of romance; when he had thought
upon the intellectual woman and
the woman who did things" as
an anomaly and a horror. Well,
the reality was more companion
able, he would say that for them
Then he grinned as he
recalled the days of his passion
ate socialism, when he had taken
pains, like every socialist he had
ever met, to let 1t be understood
that he had been born In the best
society. Well, so he had, and he
was glad Of It, even II the best
society of his small Southern
town had little to live on but it's
vanished past. He never alluded
to his distinguished ancestry now
that he was eminent and comfort
able, and he looked back with I'M
easy scorn upon his former
breaches OF taste, but he never
quite forgot 1t. No Southerner
ever does.
The play droned on to the end
OF the interminabie first act.
Talk. Talk. Talk. He'd 10 to
sleep, but would be sure to get
a crick in his neck. Then he
remembered a woman who had
come down tho aisle just az tho
lights were lowering and passed
his seat. He had not seen her
face, but her graceful figure had
attracted his attention. and the
The Washington times., 1923-11-24
A Remarkable Narrative Of Fashionable
New York of Today, With Flashbacks
to Manhattan Thirty Years Ago

<TALK. Talk. Talk. -.
Good lines ana no ac-
ton said all
not even promising first act =.
eighth failure and season more
than half over. rather be
a playwright and fail than a
critic compelled to listen to has
beens and would-bes trying to put
over bad plays. =. Oh, for
just one more great first night.
If there's a spirit world
why don't the ghosts of dead art.
lists get together and inhibit bad
playwrights from tormenting first
nighters? Astral board OF
immortals sitting in unconscious
tweaking strings until gobbets
and sclerotics become gibbering
idiots every time they put pen to
paper? Fewer first
nights, but more joy also
Joy Of sending producers back TO
cigar stands. Thank God,
no longer a critic don't
need to come to first-nights un-
away habit too strong
poor devil Of a columnist must
forage why did be-
come a columnist? More money.
Money! And I once a rubescent
socialist best parlor type
Lordi I wish some one
would die and leave me a mil.
1ionT'
Clavering opened his weary eyes
and glanced over the darkened
auditorium, visualizing n mass of
bored resentfuI disks; a few hope.
full. perhaps. the greater number
too educated In the theater not
20 have recognized the heavy note
Of incompetence that had doomed
like a muffled fog-horn since the
rise Of the curtain.
It was a typical first-night au-
dience, assembled to welcome a
favorite actress In a now play.
All the Sophisticates las Claver.
ing had named them. abandoning
"Intellectuals" and Intelligent
sia" to the Parlor SocialIsts) were
present; authors, playwrights,
editors and young editors, column
lists, dramatic critics. young pub
fishers, the fashionable illustra-
tors and cartoonists, a few ac-
tors. artists, sculptors, hosteses
of the eminent, and q sprinkling
of Greenwich Village TO give a
touch of old Bohemia to what
was otherwise almost as brilliant
and standardized as a Monday
night at the opera. Twelve years
ago, Clavering, fmpelled irresisti-
bly, from a dilapidated colonial
mansion in Louisiana to the cere-
Drum Of the Western world. had
arrived in New York: and rim
the usual gamut OF the high.
powered man from reporter to
special writer, although youth
rose to eminence less rapidly then
than now. Dramatic critic Of his
newspaper three years two
years at the war;, an envied.
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There was b litter across the
house.
She lowered the opera glasses
and glanced over the rows OF
upturned faces Immediately be-
fore her, scrutinizing them casu-
ally, as If they were fish in an
aquarium. She had dropped her
lids slightly before her eyes
came to rest on Clavering. He
was leaning forward, his eyes
hard and focal doing his best
to compel her notice. Her
glance did linger on his for a
moment before it moved on in
differently. but in that brief
interval he experienced a cur
ious ripple along his nerves
almost a note of warn
ing. They were very
dark gray eyes, Greek in the
curve OF the I'D, and inconceiv-
ably wise, cold, disillusioned.
She did not look a day over
twenty.eight. There were no
marks Of dissipation on her face.
But for its cold regularity she
would have looked younger
with her eyes closed. The eyes
seemed to gaze down out OF an
infinitely remote past.
Suddenly she seemed to sense
the concentrated attention Of
the audience. She swept it
with a hasty glance, evidently
appreciated the fact that she
alone was standing and facing
It, colored slightly and sat down.
But her repo5e was absolute.
She made no little embarrassed
gestures as another woman
would have doEe. She did not
even affect to read her pro-
gram.
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quoted and omniscient columnist
since his return from France.
Journalistically he could rise no
higher, and none of the fire.
quent distinguished parties given
by the Sophisticates was complete
without the long lounging body
and saturnine countenance of Mr.
Lee laverings. AS soon as he had
set foot upon the ladder Of promi-
hence Mr.. Clavering had realized
the value of dramatizing himself,
and although he was as active of
body as Of mind and Of an anna.
BILE and genial disposition, as his
friends sometimes angrily pro-
tested, his world, that world o.
increasing importance in New
York, knew him as a cynical, mo-
rose, mysterious creature, who.
at a party, transferred himself
from one woman's side to another
by sheer effort Of will spurred by
boredom. The unmarried women
had given him up as a confirmed
bachelor, but a few still followed
his dark face with longing eyes.
Gle sometimes wondered what
role he would have adopted /: he
had been a blond) AS q matter
Of fact, he was intensely roman
tic, even after ten years Of news
paper work in New York and two
of war; and when his steel-blue
halfsclosed eyes roved over gath
ering at the moment of entrance
it was with the evergreen hope
Of discovering the consummate
woman.
Perfectly at Ease
There was no affectation in his
idealistic fastidiousness. Nor, Of
late, In his general boredom. Not
that he did not still like his
work, or possibly pontificating
every morning over his famous
name to an admiring public, but
he was tired Of 1.-The crowd" the
same old faces, tired Of the steady
grind, of bad plays-he, who had
such a passionate love Of The
drama-somewhat tired OF him
self. He would have liked to
tramp the world for a year. But
although he had money enough
ne dared not drop out of New
York. One was forgotten over
night. and fashions, especially
since the war, changed so quickly
ana yet so subtly that he might
De another year readjusting him
self on his return. Or find him.
self supplanted by some man
younger than himself whose cursed
audacity and dramatized youth
fulness would have accustomed
the facile public to some new
brand Of pap favored with red
pepper. The world was march.
ing to the tune Of youth. damn
1t Odr. Caver1ng was beginning
TO feel elderly at thirty.four).
but it was hard to shake out
the entrenched. He has his pub.
lie hypnotized. He could sell ten
copies Of q book where q reviewer
The Nome nugget., 1923-10-27

the tractor and help us to get thru. We had mishaps which hinderel us, as the king pin from the steering gear which became lost and we had to use an iron rod that Jonnie Boltz had as a brake for his dog sled to replace the king pin. IL was for tunate for us that Johnnie followed Us with h1s dog team and sled or we would have had to abandon the tractor.
 The gasoline gave out when with in miles of our destination and one of the men had to be sent ahead to Keewalik to hire dog team to bring us case of gasoline.
 When We reached the top of the last hill and the Arctic Ocean was in full view there We saw beauti- ful white boat travehng full speed ahead into Kotzebue sound. We certainly felt happy then and we forgot all about being cold or hun" gry. Captain C. NJ. Gabbott held the boat for nearly 2i hours in case there were others on the way who wished to go also.
 There are d few things in this world which canhot be measured or repaid in dollars and cents. such as kindness. sympathy and unset fish ness. We are certainly thankful for the r. s. C. c. C. Algonquin and her service to us through the eff forts of her Officers. We also real ile that the influence of Custom Otfl- Ger R. W. J. Reed and Capt. Thos A. Ross of the Coast Guard Service cc Nome. made it possible for us to reach Nome in time to sail on the s. s. BLford for the States.
 Signed; MRS. F. A. FOX,
 One of the refugees
The Nome nugget., 1923-10-27
LOCAL NEWS
UNCLE SAM HEEDS OUR
 CALL FROM THE ARCTIC

We planned on leaving keewalik about Sept. 18th. 1923. on the Gas Schooner Silver Wave: but il seems that she was unable to reach there on account of stormy weather. Every day for nearly three weeks. we ex- pected to hear that the boat had arrived. but communication was cut off by wire and we had no way of knowing where the boat was. At last we heard that she had returned 10 Teller and as ii was now SD late in the season and the Keewalik river was frozen over. we gave up hope of any small boat coming north again this season. Some of Us had planned on going Outside for year and it was hard for us to give up and freeze in" for another winter. so we decided 10 call on the Coast Guard or Revenue Cutter Service.
 Communication by wire had been again established. so a telegram was sent out ana that very udS, oclnDeT 17th. the r. S. C. c. C. Algonquin. arrived in Nome and responded to our call.
 There were 14 in the party con- sisting of MT and Mrs. o. F. Vein ard and three children. Mir and Mrs. E. 4. Fox and two children, Wm. Hammond. John Wilkens, I. c. Bate man, T. s. Kronquist and Enos Thomas. We left Candle at ] P. M. Oct. 18th with Fordson Tractor and large coal-sled, loaded with baggage and the women and child ren. and travelled all night, unti! o'clock the next afternoon There was no snow. only frozen tundra. so We made very slow progress.
 We carried bridge along. made of 6x6 timbers, which had to be installed at four different times over Creeks to enable us to cross. Most of the way We were without any trail at all and it was cold and dark. The men had to walk all the way and were continually scout Ing for trais.
 Charlie Olson and Nharlie OberC volunteered their se-v'ces 10 drive
The Nome nugget., 1923-10-27
MRS. J. STANGROOM ENTER-
 TAINS WITH \ MUSICALE

\ delightful evening was spent at the home of Mrs. ]. Stangroom last Saturday in the form of a Musicale and luncheon which was pronounced by those present as being one of the most enjoya ble affairs attended in Nome's social world this season. Those present were: Mrs. Sears. Mrs. Coon bs Mrs. Little. Mrs. Polet, Mrs. McLen- nan. Mrs Summers. Mrs Willis and Miss Jesse Newton
The Nome nugget., 1923-10-27
BELIEVE IT OR NOT.

Doctors say that walking is the pest exercise in the world, but you have a hard job making a girl be- lieve this when you're taking her home from the theater. She loves to walk, but she'd rather get into a taxicab and coast for !, while.
 She wouldn't object to taking the street car. but there's liable to be only one vacant seat and she'd want to sit down, too.
 Of course man wouldn't think of sitting down and letting his girl stand up unless he knew her very well.
 But a fellow doesn't always take the girl home in a taxicab, sometimes he's married to her.
 The honeymoon is always over when . man and his wife start going home on the trolley.
 One dame said to her husband: Before we were married you al- ways used to take me home in cab" He says: ''SaFe. that's why we're riding on street cars now"
 While they were engaged he wanted to display his wealth. When ever he'd call to take her home at nseht. hs'd cali two taxiGats. She'd get in one snd he'd get in tks otBer.
 Whsn thsy'd ~ to her house he'd tsf1 both csbs to wAft. bst as soon as she'd Aaa the lrOst door he'd 70 out snA discharge the ma- chimes end tAsn walk kome.
 Wafkins 1s no doubt ' great ex- ercise. but you have to marry . EIr( n order to make her believe 1t.
The Nome nugget., 1923-10-27
Just Received

Aluminium Ware, Everwsre sad Reliance bzauAs. just received. Ussd Elsctsict Vac claaneTs. also Electric Washer very reasonable. Single Beds and Mattresses. New Way ell buru- CTS. latest and best. Fuil line Lang Stoves and Ranges.
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buF0RD LAST BOAT
 SAIL FROM NOME

o F.. Coombs and Wife B. Coombs Maxwell CoOmbs J. W Burgess Miss Lester Earle Harvey Hill Mrs H Hill Vim. s. Hammond John B. Olson Henry Bern Harry Phillips Mrs. Susan Peterson W. H. Cameron and wife o. D. Cochran Mrs Ed. Anderson Fredrick Weinald Norman Weinald Lola Fox Mrs E. Williams Al Low Mary Annie Russell Wheeler Fred C Jones J. J Cole A. W. Peterson Mrs. A. Carter J. J. Began Geo. D. Schofeld A. Brooker A. W. Stton Fred Wolki Frank Nordstrom Geo. H. Modini Dennis O'Brien Henry Hefferman A. c. Stewart c. C. Mania John Anderson R. D. Slone R S. Oglesby B. F. Gillette J. NJ Haley Walter Schroder A. Carlberg Isaac K. Seggook Guey Hay A. Peterson Joe Bourget Arthur Eide August Johnson NJ. F. Thomas John Walker Bob Joulin F. Ryan M. J. Connolly J. M. McWilliam Paul Nelson G. Sandow 4 c. Crum 4 Johnson R. F. Butler VIM. N. Deuy Bob Benson Harry Larsen Wayne Pangman Chas Rasmussen J A. McArdle I. Isasaki Tom Wayouk John Raven Isak Kakkla John Agati Earl Shoup Morris Pears Jane Bradshaw Shirley Middleton Frank Miller Additional names will be publish I ip nayt ;,eun