THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL,- PORTLAND, SUNDAY HORNING, JANUARY 24. 1909
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T"T ' Z ' ITH what sort of women do nov
ll efots and poets fall in love?
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imagine would charm the creator of "The
Prisoner of Zenda"? What womanly char
acteristics would attract the author of "The
Right of Waff What sort of wife must he
the one selected by the creator of the won
derful Gloria of "The Christian" ? And
the lady whom the sponsor of "Sherlock
Holmes", wedded what must she he like?
v . ; Have you ever wondered whether men
who write impassioned romances fall readily
in love themselves, and what kind of women
"attract them? Have you ever felt curious to
' learn whether their ideals were realized in
living women?, , t '
Of course, authors create ideal women
in their books the sort of women men do
mad and heroic things to win: women of sur
passing beauty, grace and charm: But when
the authors marry? Do wives find life with
authors happy? Do they becomj jealous of,
their brain-rivals'? Do they help their hus
bands 'in their work?
ONCE Halt Calne 1 was asked whether love
spoils a man'i work. He'replled: "
"It all depends upon the woman." Then he
went on to say; -"In:
the majority of cases of successful careers
that have come within my own observation the wife
has been extra call. '
"Marriages ot literary men have often been un
happy; the selfish absorption" required by the' literary "
calling Is not generally helpful to domestic life. The
same might be said of the marriage of painters, and
still more ot actors, where the same conditions apply.
' "But against the Byrons, the Shelleys, the Cole
ridges, the Dlckenses, the Lyttons, you may very well
set the Brownings, the Southeys, the Scotts, the
: Wordsworth and the Tennysons.
"It Is obvious that some of the . happiest mar
riages of literary men have not been to literary
women, but to the sweet and simple souls who were
not all toe good for human nature' dally food.' "
- That Mr. Calne's married Ufa has been happy goes,
without saying.-. Mo guest visits Mr. Caine at Oreeba
Castlo, on the Isle of Man, but sngs praises of the
charming hostess.
Mrs. Calne Is a slight, fragile woman. She looks
much younger than her author husband, but her eyes
re no less black and brllliant,than his. Her hair Is
oft and black jid fine. Her manner is exceedingly
gentle. ? Ehe presides gracefully over her home at
Oreeba Castle, and is a proficient housewife.
REARED TWO SONS
Mrs. Cain for many years was devoted to the
rearing of the two suns, who now have gone out Inia
the world and started careers no less promising than
that of their celebrated father when he lived with
Bossettt Derwent has already won fame on the stage,
and Ralph has started a successful career as a pub
lisher. Mra CsJoe lli-es a quiet home life, and Is
always more happy at home than in the stress ot
London. . . .' -
: Then 'there's Anthony Hope you wonder what
kind of girl the creator of the Princess Flavia and
the Dolly of the Dialogues would wed, don't youT
Once Mr, Hope was asked whether he would marry.
He replied: "Never." And asked' why, declared: "Be-'
cause I'm In love with Dolly.' I'm already wedded."
r But, then, he met an American girl, fresh from
Vermont;, neither a Princess Flavia nor a Dolly. She
was tall, she was willowy Just like the heroines. She
had auburn hair just the color of that ,ot Helena, in
"Helena's Path." She had large, gray 'eyes; she" was
young not mora than Zv. ,"
Was it itot inevitable? It was In the light of
subsequent circumstances. Mr. Hope 'married the fair
tnrl from Vermont, and the .Princess Flavia and Dolly
were not ia it with Elizabeth. - ; ' .,
Airs. Hope Hawkins Mrs. Anthony Hope waa Miss
Elizabeth fciheldon. the la sister of Miss Suzanne
fciitldon. the actress, wtta was welt known In "if I
Vre King." .
Mr. Hope met Miss Sheldon more than a half dosen
years ago in London, where her sister was playing.
It was not the first time ha had met ber. toeveu
years before, when she was a child of 11. he had met
her when he visited Hit United States. But, of course.'
he was a great author, she little girl. What chance
had she then with Flavia t However, she grew up
us all little girls do: Mr. Hawkins met her again; and
tiae result? Needless to say.
Tears ago. 6ir Gilbert Parker, author of 'The Right
of W , wrote poem. Jt runs: ...
A women's hand. Lo. I am thinkful now
Tht with Its touch I have w!kwi all my days
"i"S from faterul and forbidtlioc wars - - -
7 nr.a a woman, hnd upoo my brow;
b4 ot rose leave, and as pure .
A uprawed Tkairna of anrl, mrrn In dreams;
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"B o urive, conquer and aortura
A woman, h.nd'-thra u o better thins - .
Jv.'.s i ns humltn: U half divine; -Y.i
. ."" B1W this lamo Ufa of mine. i
win '.Vl i.M 1(n" and deepalr was klnr
woman , aacrlBce ana tcadernesa.
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bert Is also tall and handsome, and hey make astrik
Ing looking coyple. Although their social life la not
active, their house is open to hundreds of guests dbr-
And ' there is no more charming and
gracious hostess In England than' the wife of the'
'author of "The Seats of the Mighty." ' f.
When It was announced In July, 1907, that Sir
arthur Conan Doyle was engaged, many of his friends
That was before be met Mlee Amy Van Tine, of
New York, but doubtless It was prophetic. Since his
marriage In 1S9S the novelist baronet has been de-
' voted to hi wife. Lady Parker, too. Is devoted to her
husband. Few wives of literary men help them so
much In their work and besides, Lady Parker, being
an .heiress, might be supposed to entertain social as-
plratlons. x
"'Sometimes for a year at a time Sir Gilbert will not
due out. And Lady Parker Is happy. When in Lon
don during the Parliamentary season Sir Gilbert de
votes four days of hard effort to his work as legis
lator. If he is working on a book, he will run down
to East Grinstead. in Sussex, where he will retire to
house, 100 years old, which once belonged to
John ot Gaunt, and write. Lady Parker ia alwaya with
him.
f Lady Parker is a tall, handsome woman. Sir Gil-
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gasped. They regarded the' author of the famous
"Sherlock Holmes" as a confirmed widower. Here ha
was 48 years, of age and engaged!
Then, of course, they asked each other what sort
of bride the author had selected. It was known that
kill him, do what, you like with him. That is my
present frame of mind." Later, when his engagement
was announced, his friends shook their heads. They
knew the reason. ;. . '.
And when they saw Miss Jean,' later Lady Doyle,
they did not wonder. For they saw a lovely woman,
young and slim, with chestnut brown hair and brown
eyes. It was evident, too, that Lady Doyle thought
the world of her author-husband, and he well, both
realised that the day of "Sherlock Holmes" had passed.
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L dress, "my hairpin is becoming loog-
JL cucu "a mere, gracious me,
gentleman is looking at me." .
figure clothed in a lustrous silk mackintosh at the
ujer Biue oi tne window, "you're new and atylisn.
I'm old." There was tragedy in her voice. :
, . rBu,n ,hwd' cracking 1" meekly whined a
third, Oh! why will they jab me with those awful
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. Outside the great show window, admiring the 1
new styles, ranging from ladies' coats to evening '
gowna, stood a wondering crowd. The mere man,
noting an almost human expression in the eye ot
the lady m the empire gown, muttered : "Bully
, good work; wonder how they make 'em." . ; ,
Now ou msy imagine the wax ladles In the
great show windows are not sensitive: that
"tr l 60lr unfeeling and heartlesa
- Why, there are no more stylish ladles in the .
country, .
All day long they stood In silence bearing the
scrutiny of the crowd. Not one spoke, not one stirred.
But as evening fell and stragglers from the crowds,
teeming homeward for supper, occasionally stopped "
wM 'SzfSSfiSz- "hud w,ndow- " :
Were one Inside he might have heard a sigh. But
Wax Images speak a language only understood - by
wax Imagea. Could you have understood you might
have heard her breathe across to the lady in ths coat:
"You're old, yes; but look at me. Tou think I'm
.happy?" .;'
"Why not r sniffed the lady with the old-fashioned
features. 4 ,
"Well, you're so old you fprget,,-.Oh, I have on
the newest fashions, a low gown and marcelled hair.
But, oh! the pain, the Indignity, of it!'! Caa't-you un
derstand? You've possibly forgotten. '
- Tt waa only the other day-I shall never forget UI
That horid man in an apron took me and heated me
over a Are I was Just a big piece of wax then and
when I got hot he poured me into a mould. I seemed
to forget for awhile. It was aU dark. - But X felt htm
take me, peel off my face, cut. out my ears, smooth
my nose and then, horrors! he cut holes ia my head.
Then he took glass balls and, placed them into my eye
sockets end I saw. lea, that added to my-shame. I
was left standing there on a dirty shelf and saw
everything. v .-,
-Next day he came Into the studio.' A girl waa
wtth him. fehe sat down and he began making a face
In black clay. How I pitied her and the face he was
making. She only laughed and soon she went away."
"I was made from a picture," sighed the antique
head lay- the . mackintosh. "Ha beautiful girl sat forme.-
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"Then he came to me," parsued the-styllsh lady,
"and began sewing hair into my head. I could have
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Sir Arthur was often a visitor to Crowsborough, but
not everybody knew 'the attraction was other than
quietude. For aIong time the novelist paid visits to
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Leckle, of Monkstowq Cot-,
tage. There Sir Conan met Miss Jean Leckle, with
whom he took long rambles In the woods.
That he found Miss Jean more interesting than
Sherlock there is no doubt. It was while ha. was at
Crowsborough. that a dramatist wired and asked .
whether he might arrange a marriage for Holmes In
a play, of course. Sir Conan wired back; "Marry him,
shrieked. Thousands of halrs-every time a stiUht
Think of it! And then eyebrows; the wretea stitched
eyebrows over 'my ejes.
"That wasn't all. He took paint ' and painted my
lips and tinted my cheeks. And then he packed me
off into a box and shipped me away. I nearly stifled.
I was smothering. Then they took me out. ' X was In
a splendid place. They took me and dressed my hair; s
cnrled It with irons and placed these fluffy things la
It. Then they put me on a wooded body with wooden
arms and dressed me Oh, I shall never forget. ,
Vhe wax lady was beautiful, almost llfellkc-sHer
hair waa In the latest style; ' the , dress fitted, nsr
snugly. The poor little face above the mackintosh
possessed no individuality. It was of a pattern after ;
which many wtre made, and it seamed to realise its
age. " ' ; ---'; - -
"Oh, tbey make you suffer," she said; "but don't
all ladies suffer who go, In for new styles!''
: "Once I was Marie Antoinette," sighed a thin, weak
voice from the rear corner of the window. And a tiny
woman with whfte hair in a new tailor-made now
spoke. "I; was made from a picture, too ot the French',
queen and they dressed my hair high like puffy
injlinveq m eaoA i pua sjaiusej q,M. 'sursiunout
French dress ot silk Now, they put ma In this plain'
dress, and they've taken off aome ot my hair. Ob, my!"
"But you're too 'old for the lata styles," said a
. haughty dame in a princess dress who had remained
silent tl now. "Why, you're so old-fashioned; you've
do color; beside, there are so many Marie Antoi
nettes." ','-.'".: V-"V,
r"How about yourself T" snapped the former-o,uee '
and star Of. the window. , :
"IT retorted the lady whose hair was dark and
lustrous. "I was made after an aotress In the "Flighty
Toe Ballet." They took a week to .make me you, you
were made in two days." . , ; -
- A person acquainted with the making of these
models seen in shop windows knows that whereas "
' formerly they were produced by wholesale from casta '
made from pictures, they are now patterned carefully
from special models. And he can tell, of coarse, how
much superior a new model must feel over one wqo-:
was a star five, ten or fifteen years ago.
The making of models has become a science, and
the creations rurned out, with real halrand tinted
. lips, seenv like so many living women. Some of
course, are of an aristocratic tvoe. with ' luxuriant .
hair, whichr is carefully dressed.' Others, to be used
In ordinary gowns, are less carefully made. Some may
cost IS; others tie or mora.
Most of the wax models used In stores are made la
small manufacturing, concerns, sometimes within a
household, where all the members assist in the indus
try. The modeler, after making a figure from a living '
model or a picture, proceeds to make a piaster essC
from which many wax faces can d mad a
After the moulding, the inside of the wax heads are -braced,
the faces are polished and tinted, kyee In
serted and hair sewn into the wax with a needle.
The final task Is the dressing of the hair, which must
be done in accordance with- the latest styles. Thea
the head is set on a wooden bust, which stands on a
steel rod and which Is fitted with movable arms and
is ready to demonstrate the latest gowna The bands
of the figures are made ot a plastlo material so that
the fingers can be bent any way.
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Among American authors few have had a more .
romantic love affair than' Jack London. London. ad
venturer, tramp, sea rover, goM digger, author was
married first to Miss Elisabeth, Maddern, a teacher, of
San Francisco. He hadjgone to Alaska to find gold;
instead he wrote stories, and on his. return found
fame. But with fame did not come domes t to happi
ness. H separated from his fussy wife; she secured a
final degree of divorce In November, 1905. ,' '
London met Charmian JClttredge while writing' the .
"Sea Wolf." He lived on the , hills of Sonoma, and .
there met Charmian. ' Who knows but the vision of
the lovely girl Inspired him to write those lines which
surged through Humphrey Van Weyden's mind when
he met Maud Brewster In the book:
,1 wandered all these years smon
A world of women, saeklns; you. . '
? London' occupied a bungalow In the hills. Not far
away An a charming cottage lived Charmian. She
was a daughter of the late Captain Wlllard Kittredge.
U. S. A., who had at One time edited a magaslne and
accepted London's first story. ; , . . ' " ' :
Miss Kittredge Vas young; she was vivacious; the
California sunshine seemed woven in her soul. She
romped and laughed: she was healthy and strong.
Just the . sort of girl London admired. So, he pro
posed, whether he made love as his heroes Is not
known. But he was, suocessfuL .
' .A REAL SEA. ROVER '
When, the writer proposed his cruise around the
world In a small sailboat, he found no more enthusi
astic volunteer than his wife. So they started early
in 1907 London, Mra. London, two college men. a
Japanese servant and a sea captain. "Sure you're not
afret-rr London asked his wife. Bilt the wife ot the
sea rover-author was of true mettle. "Not with you
'my man,' " she said, recalling Maud, of the "Sea
Wolf." . . . .. .'
Like most authors. Booth Tarklngton, author of
"The Gentleman From Indiana" and "Monsieur Beau
calre," bad a struggle for recognition. But he waa
unlike many authora In that he had a fair and charm
ing girt to inspire mm to further effort and en- .
courage him in h la work.' '
While he was a student at Princeton College. Mr.
Tarklngton corresponded with a pretty girl of his
home city, Indianapolis. The girl waa Miss Louisa,
- -wwa .wa-aawv va weassaja, jr vniwe n Va, a-al airy IwaUsak
capital, and a favorite In young society. In those let-
ters the asplrjng autnor told of plots for stories: let
ters cam back with suggestions. Mr. Tarklngton left'
college and returned ta Indiananolls. Thar ha vnta
"The Gentleman From Indiana" and this, too, he read
to this alifrht, pretty girl. . ,;
i ou can imagine mat no one was more anxloua
about Its fate when It was sent to a New York pub
lisher than thla pretty girl. How they waited. How
in mans seemed aeiayea to. tnem. Finally, a reply
(ama Mp Varlrtn onn Wra allA1 4a X. V..V Tcrk
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toia uer the great news the story was accepted. 8ha
fOannari har hands ' Oh. what 1urWf knA ,Kam wil
Mr. Tarklngton, having placed his novel, proposed the
completion ot his own life romance. The -couple were '
married in June, isoz. Mrs. Tarklngton ia popular in
Indianapolis and is a great aid to her husband In hla
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AN IDEAL HOUSEKEEPER .' " v
A woman with motherly -face, kindly eyes,' and
gray hair this is "Mrs, Edwin Markham the wife of "
the celebrated author of "The Man With the Hoe.1
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try. ' Mra. Markham is an ideal housekeeper. Guests -to
-the house always find a hearty welcome, tid a
anlanilljt In lh fiMMHllflm V. r
ham has likely contributed. ..'. ( , ,
Mrs. Markham is fond ot flowers. With them she
fills her noma At all seasons ot the year the dining :
room, hall, drawing room and library are filled with
great jars -in tne spring witn birch, sassafras, hva-
clnths, violets, daisies, apple and cherry blossoms; ia
the summer with popples, roses, nasturtiums; in the '
autumn with colored leaves, California pepper and !
sumach berries. "And among them, arranrlnsr and re.
arranging them, one Is likely to find Mrs. Markham
an ideal type of gentle housewliw. Besides her house
work Mrs. Markham does book reviewing tor some
of the leading magazines. . V
Among the wives of authors who collaborate with
them. In their works probably Mrs. Edgerton Castles
is most conspicuous. Mrs. Castle la a brunette, charm
ing of manner. Two of the most beautiful wives Of
English authors are Mrs. Frankfort Moore, 'wife of
the author of "A Gray Eye or So." and Mrs. Max
Pemberton. wife of the author ot "The Iron Pirate."
Mr. Thomas Hardy, Vlfe of the celebrated author
of "Tess," is a typical Drigllsh gentlewoman, with a
soft, benign face and pray hair. Mrs. Hardy is a
ni ere of Archdeacon GtrTord. She was married to the
celebrated author in 174. She had then published a
volume of poem a . .