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{{Style S-HPB SB. Archivist note|Published in Theosophist in May, 1923, by C.J. in "Early History of T.S."}}

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{{Style P-HPB SB. Article notes|[Great freedom is given to correspondents, who sometimes express opinion, diametrically opposed to those of this journal and its readers.]}}

{{Style P-HPB SB. Article notes|[Great freedom is given to correspondents, who sometimes express opinion, diametrically opposed to those of this journal and its readers.]}}

{{Style P-HPB SB. Title|The Odour of Sanctity.}}

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| author = Oxon, M. A.

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Sir,—The account which you printed a short time ago, of phenomena connected with the evolution of scent in an abnormal manner, has brought me several letters requesting furhter information. The record which you were able to give, was necessarily imperfect. and I shill be glad if you will allow me to explain somewhat more precisely.

Sir,—The account which you printed a short time ago, of phenomena connected with the evolution of scent in an abnormal manner, has brought me several letters requesting furhter information. The record which you were able to give, was necessarily imperfect. and I shill be glad if you will allow me to explain somewhat more precisely.

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{{Style P-Subtitle|A PETTICOATED STAFF OFFICER OF GARIBALDI—STRANGE AND STRIKING CAREER—A FORMER COMPANION WHOSE HISTORY READS LIKE ROMANCE.}}

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| subtitle = A Petticoated Staff Officer of Garibaldi—Strange and Striking Career—A Former Companion Whose History Reads Like Romance

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It is not often that two heroines appear at the same time before the public, yet Helen P. Blavatsky and Clementine Gerebko have entered the legal arena in order to have a slight business misunderstanding settled by Judge Pratt of the Supreme Court, Brooklyn. Both of these ladies possess a romantic and remarkable record.

It is not often that two heroines appear at the same time before the public, yet Helen P. Blavatsky and Clementine Gerebko have entered the legal arena in order to have a slight business misunderstanding settled by Judge Pratt of the Supreme Court, Brooklyn. Both of these ladies possess a romantic and remarkable record.

:AN ASTONISHING WOMAN  

:AN ASTONISHING WOMAN  

{{Style P-HPB SB. Title|A Card From {{Style S-HPB SB. HPB crossed out|The Countess}} Blavatsky<ref>{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|Answered a long letter but they inserted but this paragraph and added {{Style S-Double underline|lies}}.—H.P.B. }}</ref>}}

{{Style P-HPB SB. Title|A Card From {{Style S-HPB SB. HPB crossed out|The Countess}} Blavatsky<ref>{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|Answered a long letter but they inserted but this paragraph and added {{Style S-Double underline|lies}}.—H.P.B. }}</ref>}}

In last Sunday’s issue I read an article headed “Heroic Women,” and find that I figure therein as the primary heroine. My name is H. P. Blavatsky. I decline the honor of a comparison with “the latter heroine” C. Gerebko, and proceed to explain some of the statements of the said article. If I married a Russian “nobleman” I never resided with him anywhere; for three weeks after the sacrifice I left him for reasons plausible enough in my eyes, as in those of the “puritan” world. I do not know if he died at the advanced age of ninety-seven as {{Style S-HPB SB. HPB crossed out|for the last twelve years}}<ref>{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|since then }}</ref> this noble patriarch has entirely vanished out of my sight and memory. But I beg leave to say that I never was married again, for this one solitary case of “conjugal love” has proved too much for me. I did not get acquainted with Mrs. Gerebko at the residence of the Russian consul; I never had the honor of visiting this gentleman, but upon business in his office. I know Mr. G.’s family in Odessa, and he never rose above the rank of a captain of a private steamer belonging to Prince Worontzoff. I was residing at Tiflis when Mrs. Gerebko came there in 1866 from Teheran (Persia), and heard of her as well as others did daily for about two months. She married Gerebko at Kutais. When they arrived in this country, a year ago, they did not purchase a beautiful residence, but simply bought a farm of six acres of land at Northport for the modest sum of $1,000. My unlucky star brought me in contact with her about the latter part of June last. She represented to me her farm as giving a revenue of nearly $2,000 yearly, and induced me to go into partnership with her on the following terms: I had to give her $1,000 and pay half of the expenses that might occur, for which sum I bought of her the right on the half of the yearly profit of everything. We made the contract for three years, and it was recorded. I paid the money, and went to live with them. The first month I spent nearly $500 for buildings and otherwise; at the expiration of which month she prayed to be released of the contract, as she was ready to pay me my money back. I consented, and gave her permission to sell at auction all we had except the farm land and buildings, and we both came to New York in view of settlement. She was to give me a promissory note or a mortgage on the property to the amount of the sum due by her, and that immediately after our coming to New York. Alas! three days after we had taken lodging in common, on one fine afternoon, upon my returning home, I found that the fair countess had left the place, neglecting to pay me back her little bill of $1,000. I am now waiting patiently for the opinion of an American Jury.

In last Sunday’s issue I read an article headed “Heroic Women,” and find that I figure therein as the primary heroine. My name is H. P. Blavatsky. I decline the honor of a comparison with “the latter heroine” C. Gerebko, and proceed to explain some of the statements of the said article. If I married a Russian “nobleman” I never resided with him anywhere; for three weeks after the sacrifice I left him for reasons plausible enough in my eyes, as in those of the “puritan” world. I do not know if he died at the advanced age of ninety-seven as {{Style S-HPB SB. HPB crossed out|for the last twelve years}}<ref>{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|since then }}</ref> this noble patriarch has entirely vanished out of my sight and memory. But I beg leave to say that I never was married again, for this one solitary case of “conjugal love” has proved too much for me. I did not get acquainted with Mrs. Gerebko at the residence of the Russian consul; I never had the honor of visiting this gentleman, but upon business in his office. I know Mr. G.’s family in Odessa, and he never rose above the rank of a captain of a private steamer belonging to Prince Worontzoff. I was residing at Tiflis when Mrs. Gerebko came there in 1866 from Teheran (Persia), and heard of her as well as others did daily for about two months. She married Gerebko at Kutais. When they arrived in this country, a year ago, they did not purchase a beautiful residence, but simply bought a farm of six acres of land at Northport for the modest sum of $1,000. My unlucky star brought me in contact with her about the latter part of June last. She represented to me her farm as giving a revenue of nearly $2,000 yearly, and induced me to go into partnership with her on the following terms: I had to give her $1,000 and pay half of the expenses that might occur, for which sum I bought of her the right on the half of the yearly profit of everything. We made the contract for three years, and it was recorded. I paid the money, and went to live with them. The first month I spent nearly $500 for buildings and otherwise; at the expiration of which month she prayed to be released of the contract, as she was ready to pay me my money back. I consented, and gave her permission to sell at auction all we had except the farm land and buildings, and we both came to New York in view of settlement. She was to give me a promissory note or a mortgage on the property to the amount of the sum due by her, and that immediately after our coming to New York. Alas! three days after we had taken lodging in common, on one fine afternoon, upon my returning home, I found that the fair countess had left the place, neglecting to pay me back her little bill of $1,000. I am now waiting patiently for the opinion of an American Jury.

{{Style P-Signature|H. P. BLAVATSKY,

{{Style P-Signature in capitals|H. P. Blavatsky}}

 

{{Style P-Signature|124 East Sixteenth Street.}}

124 East Sixteenth Street.}}

 

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