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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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nother thing to recognize, and Crichtonhaving the greater gift, I found myselffamous. I, having been my own heroinefor want of a better, must perforce speakmore of myself than good taste permits.I was young ; I had temperament, aswell as timely training; my face, byday, was plain—a wide brow, a firm chinand a straight nose with sensitive nos-trils, and for background a sallow skin. Homely I had heard myself called—by day, that is—but at night I flashedinto beauty, after art had put color andsoftness upon my cheeks and deepenedthe shadows under my eyes into anophidian seductiveness, and my non-descript hair was hidden under thewarm tints of a Titian wig. The curtain never rose upon me,after that beneficent hour with therouge-pot and the pencils and powder,that I did not hear a rapturous murmurin the house over my loveliness. I thinkthe knowledge that it was spurious—athing to be put on and off—gave me a Copyrighted, i8q6, by the Outing Publishing Company. All rights reserved.
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Tainted for Outing by A. \V. Van Deusen. COFFEE AND CHARTREUSE. (/. srjO THE PECTORAL CROSS. 2I3 delight in it which no beauty by right ofbirth could bestow. Nor did I care forclothes as the woman of fashion caresfor them. It was my delight to go aboutall day in dowdy old duds, but when nightcame and the flash of the footlights fellupon.me I loved to rustle over the stagein brocades and velvets and cloths ofgold ; yet the lights once out, and thetheater empty, and my finery hung onits pegs in my dressing-room, I badefarewell to my vanity and became oncemore plain Jenny Gold, for that was myreal name. The grandiloquent Gwen-doline Goldgirdle was, like the beautyand the picturesque raiment, all a partof the art and the artifice which I loved.Thanks to a Jewish grandpapa, whosename I never knew, I was endowed witha faith in myself and my power to ac-complish my ambitions. So far, I had suc-ceeded ; but of late there had come uponme a saddening sense of incompletenessin my art. I had begu

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