The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-05-09
EDITH GOULD'S OWN STORY
or THE LIFE OF A RICH GIRL
She and Carroll Plunge
Into Gayest Of Gay
Social Sets.
BY EDITH GOULD
WAINWRIGHT,
Daughter of George J. Gould
and Granddaughter Of
Jay Gould
CHAPTER XXXVI.

T WATCHED Papa very anx-
il iously during the months of
April and May, and could not
help noticing that he was an ex-
ceedingly sick man. One day he
said: Il can't stand it here any
longer where l was so happy
with your mother. l am going
abroad"
1 listened to these words with
a sinking feeling because / felt
so much pleasure in his company,
but / thought after all it might
be the best thing for his health.
The morning before he sailed he
called me down to the balcony at
Georgian Court and had me pose
with little Stuyvesant so he could
photograph us. Little did / know
that this was the last photograph
he was destined to take. The
following day / saw him off on
his voyage. A month or so later
he wrote me that he had married
Miss Guinevere Sinclair.
/ waited and thought deeply be-
fore answering him. I had felt
when he left that he had not
many years to live because of his
high blood pressure. l remem-
bered that Mamma always said:
mo matter what happens, you
must always stick by your
father" Should I, / reasoned,
now that she was dead. go back
upon her teachings? knew that
she would want me to go on be-
ing the companion to Papa that ]
had always been. So wrote
Papa that as long as he was
happy that was all that mattered.
He asked me--to come over and
see him and when l met him in
Paris in August / was terribly
shocked at his appearance, he
looked so sick. Reluctantly / left
him several weeks later, because
Carroll had to return to work.
That fall and winter terrible
reaction set in following the
awful time we had had the year
before. Carroll and 1 plunged
into the gayest Of gay sets and
lived the life which is usually
fatal to the happiness Of most
young couples. We never got
home before 8 in the morning,
and although Carroll left for his
office at 8 / never got up until IL
o'clock, and then only to dress
and repair to one Of the Park
avenue restaurants.
It was the height Of the cabaret
supper club night life in New
York, and then no ones evening
was complete unless it took in
one of these after the -theater
places. Naturally this hectic EEK
istence couldn't go on forever
and in March, when Papa gave
orders for No. S57 Fifth avenue
to be closed, we left for Geor-
gian Court in poor health, sadly
in need of fresh air, plain food,
exercise, diet, and, with Carroll
especially, in need Of sleep.
New York Elite.
That winter we met a couple
until then unknown to New York.
These were the Frank Vance
Storrs. Because of their person
atty and charm they had made
lots of friends-in New York, So
ciety. 1 prophesy great things
for them and believe that in the
next twenty years they will be
among the leaders of the smart
set.
Undoubtedly the most beauti-
full woman in New York is Mrs.
Jerome Napoleon Bonaparte, and
every one will agree with me
when l say that Mrs. r. T. Will
son is the most executive. She
has more friends than it would
seem possible for anyone to have
and they are all devoted to her.
No party is complete when she Is
missing and no matter what she
undertakes she always makes It
a go" However, 1 think the
most strokingly handsome woman
is Mrs William Guggenheim,
who with her snow white hair
and youthful face and figure,
is a marvellous subject for artists.
Fairyland.
In April, 1923, l received
cable that papa was dying and
that / had better come abroad.
So with Carroll and Stuyvie I left
for his villa at Cap Martin, on
the outskirts Of Monte Carlo. He
had gone there in the winter to
try to regain his health. But it
was too late and he knew, and
everyone else knew, that It was
the end.
Monte Carlo in spring is one
of the loVeliest places l have ever
seen, and his villa and the grounds
at Cap Martin were a veritable
fairy land. 1t was among these
beautiful surroundings, but far
from his beloved home, that papa
passed away on May 16. at 3
o'clock in the morning, just as the
sun was rising in a golden ball
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