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TnE SUNDAY OREGONI AN, .PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER 195 1920
Ge Love Quest That Triumphed
' J-fy , inrouga a pong .
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Vera Smlrnora, now the bride
i Many pychologl8t recognize the value
ef music In tbe treatment of unhappy and
mentally depressed people. Its soothing
and beneficial Influence In arousing; the
emotioni of sympathy, love, ambition and
appreciation Is held to be of prime Im
portance. Therefore, when Colonel Alexander A.
Agafonoff, a Russian aristocrat, lonely and
unhappy, bemoaning; the pligrht of his na
tive country, heard a voice In New York,
the voice of a countrywoman for whom
lie had long; sought. It Is not Strang that
it took hold ff him. affecting him aa
nothing had done in all his miserable days
since he fled the Red Terror that was
sleeping or his beloved Russia.
And Immediately love scored a triumph
In a very unusual romance which began In
a very email way In Russia and culminated
In the United States. Colonel Agafonoff
beard the voice at a charity entertainment
arranged by the Russian relief committee
for the benefit of refugees who were here
without funds. The last time he had heard
that voice was In far-off Russia Just be
fore the outbreak of the war.
BT HELEN" H. HOFFMAN-.
EN have been known to fall In
love with a voice, especially if
the singer was young: and
beautiful. In this case the singer
was all of this. Moreover she was
dressed as a gypsy and she sang the
songs of the gypsies. And then, just
about' the time that Col. Agafonoff
realized that he had fallen in love,
he lost track of the singer. She dis
appeared and he went to war at the
head of his regiment.
And now that the war is over and
he has found her again, quite by acci
dent, it would seem, the romance has
been renewed. The gypsy singer has
become the gypsy bride of the Russian
soldier and he has vowed never to
lose sight of her again.
- But to get back to the beginning.
Befor the war Vera Smirnova. the
daughter of a wealtKy Russian mer
chant, was sent to Petrograd to study
voice culture at the St. Petersburg
conservatory. She was destined for
the operatic stage and frequently
was summoned to the Czar's palace to
sing before the royal family. In this
way she became personally acquainted
with the presiding evil genius of the
COUNTRY GARAGE PIRATES DO THEIR BEST
TO DISPEL JOY OF TOURING FREEDOM
Alluring Magazine Ads Force Auto Owners to Venture Forth on Classic Drives Only to Court Disaster From
Owners of Car Hotels They Encounter.
BY JAMES J. MONTAGUE.
SOME people can run a car into a
perfectly strange garage, pick
out a. narrow cpace between two
expensive limousines, back into it,
missing each car by a hair, and stop.
Borne people can't do anything like
that at all. I'm one of the latter
I'm always embarrassed in a
strange garage, anyway. I feel over
awed in the presence of head waiters
and hotel cler..s, who merely glare
at me, with silent, subtle sneers. The
country garage proprietor isn't silent
and there is nothing subtle about his
He says frankly what he thinks.
And he always thinks unkindly, not to
say brutally. In fact, country garage
proprietors are the most brutal think
ers who have lived In the world since
the days of Captain Kidd. They can't
make you walk the plank, of course,
like Captain Kidd" could. But they
can scare you Just as much. I don't
know why, but they can.
I've just got back from one of those
little journeys that people take after
they've been looking too long at auto-
. mobile ads. You know the kind, the
ones with pictures of beautiful new
cars bowling along over country
roads, or stopping in front of a mag
nificent summer hotels. Just look at
that sort of picture steadily for a
week and you'll go on a tour, too.
You won't be able to help it.
The journey itself was all right. It
wasn't exactly what you'd call rest
ful, but it was generally satisfactory.
Nobody ran into us, and we didn't run
into anybody on the ,hard highway
at least. We didn't have to stop
in the rain and patch tires, and
country children have long ceased to
tit on the fence and jeer, "get
horse" when a motorist stops to clean
the mud off his windshield.
The trip, a- a trip, was all. right
Even the hotels could have been
of Coloael Afoff, dreaaed Jut
czar's household, the Russian monk,
"He was a wonderful dancer," she
explained. "I attended parties where
he was the life of the assemblage. But
for this acquaintance I suffered when
the bolshevikl came into power. I
was a suspect.
Fled Across Siberia t Japan.
"They watched me, and finally one
of my good friends, a relative of the
czar, wrote to me that & warning
had reached him making it Imperative
for me to leave Russia if I valued my
life. It was only a matter of hours,
be said, before I would be arrested
"I fled at once, traveling In dis
guise across Siberia, until"! reached
the coast. I lived In "Japan for a
while. Then I decided to come to
America. But here I found great
difficulties. I did not speak the
language very well and I was robbed
of my Jewels and soon all my money
is spent." '
In the meantime Colonel Agafonoff,
who had heard the young woman sing
at the czar's palace and had fallen
in love with her voice without know
ing who she was, had been one of
the first officers to be sent to the
front. That was in 1914.
When he returned to Petrograd
months later, determined to find out
who the beautiful singer was, she had
The fortunes of war which over
threw the czar's government also
made a refugee of Colonel Agafonoff.
In company with many others belong
ing to the Russian aristocracy he
made his way to England and thence
to this country. Fortune favored him
In New York and soon he was in a
position to be of service to many of
bis unfortunate fellow-countrymen
and women who found themselves
face to face with unaccustomed
From time to time' the Russian of-
worse, although not much worse.
wnat Drought me back with sbat-1
tered nerves, and a predisposition to
ward violence, was the garage pro
prietors. Yet they behaved toward
me much the same as they do toward
everybody. 'Tis their nature to behave
that way. It was apparently predest
ined from the beginning of time that
they should snarl at you and brow
beat you and say all manner of evil
against you falsely, just because you
are the sort that gets nervous while
trying to back a car Into on of the
tin plated shacks that they call flrt
However, let's go' on with the story.
We followed the red posts and the
hotel signboards . till we got to the
town, where we meant to stop for
the night. It waa around 10 o'clock
when we got there, and dark very
We petitioned several garage pro
prietors to let our car abide with
TU.ES I drove: right ovta
u she wmfl when first he met her
fleer casually mentioned' the young
singer whom he had heard singing
lor the czar In Petrograd. He won
dered If anybody had ever heard what
became of her. Nobody seemed able
to tell him. One or two had heard
that she had been suspected by the
bolshevists and that she had fled
before they could arrest her.
Am Interrupted Sane
And ' that was about aa far as
Colonel Agafonoffs search led him
until the night of the charity enter
tainment In New York. He attended
as a matter of course, doing what he
could to make the affair a social as
well as a financial success.
He was standing in the hall just
outside the music room where a pro
gramme of vocal and Instrumental
selectons was being rendered, when
he heard the opening bars of a little
Russian love song which he knew
quite well. The last time he heard
that song was in Petrograd and at
the czar's palace and the singer on
that occasion was Vera Smirnova, the
young woman who, all unknown to
her, occupied a specially V reserved
corner in hie heart.
Then the singer In the next room
began her song and Colonel Agafonoff
could hardly believe his ears when
he heard the voice of Miss Smirnova.
He advanced to the door of the
music room and looked in. She was
there, sure enough; not dressed in
the brilliantly hued garb of a gypsy,
but In a. becoming evening dress, and
she looked very charming.
Carlng little at that moment for the
feelings of the audience, he spoke her
name and she stopped singing right in
the middle of a bar. Evidently she
remembered the handsome Russian
officer to whom she had been intro
duced in the czar's palace. It was a
question which of the two seemed
more delighted to meet the other
The Indulgent audience, among
whom reunions of old refugee friends
are nothing new, waited until the
them for the night, but they said In
were all taken, and wanted to know
what the place of torment we meant
by coming into a town at that time of
The fifth place that we applied to
had room. The boso was irritated to
think that we needed shelter, but he
agreed to provide ue with It for 2.
"And If you don't like the price,"
he said, "you can go on."
We assured him that far from not
liking the price, we were positively
fanatical about It. We felt, in fact,
that he was practically forcing his
roof on us. Two dollars for 25 square
feet of space for six hours seemed the
Exceptional Company Introduced.
"All right." he said, '"back her in,
and be dern caretul for there's a lot
of good cars in here."
Affecting not to be hurt by the
Hou; a Six Years9 Search for the Beautiful Girl Who Ds
appeared After Singing at the Czar's Petrograd Palace Has
Been Rewarded by a Very Unexpected ReunioninNewYork
army officer had expressed hli
light at again meeting Miss Smirnova.
Then he sat down and the singer be
gan her song all over again.
That happened several weeks ago.
Much has happened since. Colonel
Agafonoff took care not to let any
revolutions, wars, battles or other
outside matters interfere with the
course of true love.
And now they are married.
"Very soon," said Colonel Agafonoff,
"my wife and I hope to be able to re
turn to Russia. ( Then we shall be per
"Colonel Agafonoff was about the
last person on earth I expected to
meet in New York," said the Russian
girl. "When I met him in Petrograd
he was a very distinguished army of
ficer in the service of the czar, while
I was only an obscure student at he
conservatory. And I never dreamed
that he had given as much as a second
thought to me after that first meet
ing. "Did I think about him? Well, per
haps I did. I knew he had gone to
the front as soon as the war broke
out and' I feared that he had shared
the fate of so many other brave Rus
sans who gave their lives for their
"But I knew him the moment he en
tered the music room where I was
singing for the Russian refugees'
benefit. Perhaps, too, I was thinking
about him at the very moment I start
ed to sing because, by a peculiar co
Incident, the selection I had chosen
was one of the gypsy songs I had
su-ng for the czar the day Colonel
Agafonoff and. I, first met.
"And then it seemed the most nat
ural thing in the world to see him
walk right into the room where the
concert was being given. Of course
I stopped singing at once. I couldn't
neip ix. is unexpected appearance
took my breath away for the moment
and all I could do was gasp. Every -
emphasis laid on "good," I started to
"back her in."
And right there is where my em
barrassment began to make trouble
for me. The inside of the garage was
uttefty dark. The rear light supplied
but little guidance. And the place
the boss indicated waa a mere black
crevasse between two almost equally
black masses, which I knew to be
very high-priced cars. I knew be
cause the boss told me so in set
I backed to a post I felt to be op
posite the spot where I was to pocket
my car and started to turn to the
right. But I didn't. I turned to the
Here," said the bose. "don't do
that. You'll knock them cars all
to he mentioned a destination
I couldn't possibly"have knocked them
to even In my nervousness.
I swung around the other way.
"What the deuce are you goln' that
way rorr ne inquired. "Haven't you I
ever druv a car before?" I
I told him that I had, but not In I
that garage, and craning my neck j
backward discerned, as I supposed,
my error, and tried to correct it.
"No, no! Stop! Stop, I tell you."
' 1 atopped.
"Now go ahead."
I went ahead.
"Now around to the right. No, not
that way; to the right. To my right,
Varied Dlreettona Followed.
I went to his right. There waa a
grinding sound, followed by a rend
ing one. I clapped on the brakes.
The boss, however, did not burst
Into the mad fury I supposed he
"Back her again," he commanded.
"What did I do?"
"You ripped off a mud guard on that
post. But it was on your car." Of
course that was nothing to worry
about. The mud guard was on my car.
I proceeded to back her again.
This time there was an explosion
a vestal explosion.
"Don't do that, you dura Idiot. You'll
ram Doe Smither's Ford- and he'll
raise tunket around here. Stop!"
"Now back her again."
I started to obey orders. But be
fore I had son six laches the bosa
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body was- so considerate, however,
that I was able to go on as soon as
leaped on the running board, wrested I
ttie wheel from my grasp and twisted
it violently to the left.
"Now back her," he ordered.
I backed her. He neglected to tell
me when to stop, but I found out. The
wall was there and the law that no
two bodies can occupy the same space
at the same time, has never been
The damage wasn't much. The ga
rage man said he could f nr. it all up in
a couple of days for $80 or J90. But
he didn't. And the reason he-didn't
was that I stepped on the gas and
drove right out of there, without
touching so much as a door jamb when
And for the rest of the trip I had
no trouble with garage men at all.
I always left the car out In a field
(Copyright by the Brll Syndicate. Inc.)
Ocean Water in Domestic Use.
Residents of San Francisco no
longer need go out to the beach in
order to enjoy an ocean salt-water
bath. Water is now pumped from the
Pacific ocean, a distance of eight and
one-half miles, to a large bathhouse
erected In, the heart of the city. A
16-inch castlron main projects 620
feet out nto the ocean. The salt wa
ter Is conducted through a system of
15 miles of pipe, by means of which
are supplied various clubs, hospitals,
hotels and chemical laboratories.
The main terminal, the Lurline
Ocean Water bathhouse, contains, a
plunge 65 feet by 140 feet and two
and one-half to eight feet deep. The
water is filtered before it enters the
plunge, and it is constantly circu
lating and filtering. It is also sub
jected to electro-chlorine treatment,
as directed by the board of health.
The water Is taken from the ocean
at the edge of Golden Gate park.
When the venture was planned the
problem arose as to what kind of pipe
should be UBed, since it was feared
that salt water, would soon corrode
and destroy the mains. After expert
mentation, castlron bell-and-spigot
pipe was adopted, and Its uee has
proved very - satisfactory. In build
ings piping in sixes up to four inches
consists of castlron pipe, not steel,
for cold ocean water. For hot ocean
WALer copper pipv uniieu irun-pipe
aute, not tubing), la used suceesef ully.
"She vras there, sore enoughs not dreaaed in the brilliantly hurd carb of a.
C7PTt bnt in m becomlns; evening- dresa, and ahe looked very charming-."
Colonel Agafonoff had greeted me and
had taken his seat.
"And somehow or other, I believe
EGYPT REVEALS EARLY LIFE
STORY OF HUMAN RACE
Science Is Reconstructing for World Ordered History of 3000 Years Be
fore Christ, Showing Types of Men, Government and Religious Customs.
ASHINGTON, D. C Sept. 11.
(Special.) Egypt annually
supplies the world with a pre
cious product, an increasing knowl
edge of the early life story of the
human race, says -a National Geo
graphic society bulletin concerning
the land to which Great Britain has
made liberal concessions in reepect
"In the wonderful record of ex
ploration which has restoredvto us
the civilisation of the great pre
classical nations, there is no more
remarkable chapter than that which
tells of the resurrection of ancient
Egypt," continues the bulletin, which
is based on -a communication to the
Bociety by James Baikie.
"The science of Egyptology, which
is slowly and patiently reconstruct-
ng for us the ordered history of the
3000 years before Christ, enabling us
to see the types of men, the manner
of life, the forms of government, the
religious customs and beliefs of pe
riod after period, from the very dawn
of Egyptian nationality, is specific
ally a gTowth of our own time.
"We owe the framework Into which
we try to fit the facts of Egyptian
history to the ancient historian.
Manetho. scattered fragments of
whose history of Egypt, dating from
the reign of Ptolemy Philadelphus.
In the third century, B. C. have come
down to us In the works of various
ancient authors. ' He recognized 30
dynasties of Egyptian monarche. and
he has left lists of .the names of the
kings in each of these dynasties, to
gether with occasional notes upon
matters' of historical interest In par
"The kings of the earlier dynasties,
Menes and the rest of them, vtere
shadowy, unreal figures, who perhaps
never existed save in the imagina
3o it has proved to be with these
shadowy kings of the earliest Egyp
tian dynasties. Manetho's fables about
one ofc them being slain by a hippo
po tarn us. while in the reign of an
other the Nile flowed with honey,
may be mere fables; but the men
iere there, and their royalty was a
very real anfl tangible thing.
The kings of the earliest dynasties
reared no pyramids. Their tombs
were great structures, mainly under
ground. These huge homes of the
dead were filled with all sorts of
objects thought necessary or useful
for the deceased king In the under
world. "Around a monarch were burled his
slaves, who were doubtless slain at
his grave that they might accompany
and serve him in the after-life. The
chambers of his tomb were stored
with stacks of great vases of wine
I wilu em;n.a u. e,ia v i " m.
and corn, with pottery dishes, splen
that I aang that old gypsy ions that
night better than I ever sang it be-
did copper bowls, carved Ivory boxes,
golden buttons, palettes for urindins
face paint, chairs and couches of
elaborate design and decoration,
ivory and pottery figurines, and
plaques bearing records of the king's
valor In war or his pUty in the
founding of temples.
"Here and there in this wreckage
of immemorial splendors a little
touch helps us to realise that these
dim historic figures were real men,
who loved and sorrowed ae men do
stllL Close to Mena's second tomb
at Abydos lies that of his daughter
Bener-ab, 'Sweetheart.' as he called
her to suggest how love and death
went side by side then as now.
"The furniture of the tombs re
veals an amazing proficiency in the
arts and crafts. Ebony chests inlaid
with ivo-ry, stools with ivory feet
carved in the shape of bull's' legs,
vessels cut and ground to translu
cent thinness, not only out of soft
alabaster, but out of an iron-hard
stone like diorite. finely wrought cop
per ewers, all tell us that the Egyp
tian of the earliest dynastic period
was no rude barbarian, but a highly
civilized craftsman. Perhaps the
daintiest and most convincing evi
dence of his skill-Is given by the
bracelets which were found encircling
the skeleton arm of the queen of
King Zer. of the first dynasty.
"But these tombs have not only
yielded evidence of the ekill of the
Egyptian workman; tney nave lausni
us that even at tlis incredibly early
date the nation had a complete
method of expressing Its thought and
had reached a thoroughness of or
ganization which we should not have
"The inscriptions tell us of a court
fully organized, with a complete
bureaucracy. Mena has his chamber
Vain. His successor, Zer, tells us of
a 'commander of the inundation.' a
proof of the early date at which the
Nile flood was utilized and regulated
for the benefit of the land. In sub
sequent reigns of the same dynasty
we meet .with a "commander of the
elders.' a 'keeper of the wine' (the
earliest ancestor of the 'Pharaoh's
chief butler." with whom we have
so long been familiar), a 'leader of
the peers.' head of the most ancient
of earthly aristocracies, and a 'mas
ter of ceremonies.' while the titles of
'royal seal bearer," 'scribe of ac
counts of provisions," 'keeper of the
king's vineyards," and "royal archi
tect' show us with what minuteness
the business affairs of the court were
"'In a sense these revelations of the
earliest Egyptian dynastic civiliza
tion have done much to simplify the
enigma presented by Egyptian his
tory. The civilization of the Nile
valley no longer challenges us with
the great pyramid as the first essay
of its development or seems to spring
full - grown like Athene from the
, head of Zeus."