Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1901-10-07

In this particular case IL would De I'M
Just 20 lay all the blame upon the some
what rounded shoulders and slightly
stopping figure OF Fragrance Green him
self. His trouble might, indeed, be
termed prenatal. for IL originated long
before he had been born, In the queerly
shaped brain OF his father. Philip Mace
don Green. foreman OF the round house at
Harlem Junction. And no fair-minded
person should be inclined 10 contend that
the prenatal Of thing casts any serious
responsibilities upon the thing ITSELF
when IL finds ii is growing up awry.
Philip NIacedon Green had himself been
bent His own father held mildly to a
theory that men were for the most part
what they felt themselves to be, and also,
largely. what other men thought of them,
and that both OF these opinions were vast
ly influenced by what things-that is to
say, men-were called. Therefore the
grandson Green, having dabbled tribe
in the fascinating pages Of that eminent
writer of romance, Mr.. Charles Rollin,
bestowed upon his first-born son the inn
posing and almost formidable title Of
Philip Macedon Green, and then rested
upon the oars Of his paternity, believing
he had done enough for his heir TO insure
his becoming either a general or presi-
dent, or both. And in some measure the
old mans hopes were not born to wither
into sad decay, for when he died he had
viewed the appointment Of Philip Mace
don TO the command OF the most impor-
tant post upon the section, and had per-
sonally presented to four infant grand
sons silver birthcups upon whose glisten-
ing surfaces were engraved names In
tended. and in truth well fitted. to MI
quite full the resounding trump OF fame.
AS who can doubt when viewing them:
ALEXANDER MAGNUS GREEN.
OLYMPUS ORATOR GREEN.
HoRATIUs MAxIAfUS GREEN.
oUARTUS RoMULUS GREEN.
And having thus far made life worth liv-
ing for FIVE gratified legatees, the good
man-whose own name had been plain
George-laid him down and prepared TO
die. But so strangely are we knit TO our
ruling passions, before the breath quite
left him he beckoned his daughter-in-law
to his lips and in her inclined ear breath
ed a whispered but no less earnest ques-
ton. The fair matron could not restrain
a becoming blush, but murmured a most
emphatic Affirmative reply to the old
mans inquiry.
I'm that case said he, aloud ana
pleased smile dwelt in the door OF his
wrinkied face. "caIl her Fragrance. II is
nv dying request, and 1 lay it as a
charge upon the heads OF both OF you"
His afflicted heirs having, uttered du-
tiful assent TO this most reasonable OF
last wishes, George Green passed away
in peace and was next day accorded such
obsequies as befitted a man of ideas
and a student OF ancient history.
How this excellent citizen and father
might soon have been forgotten, as is the
way OF this hurrying world. which pays
little enough heed to the living and has
no time at all for the dead, had IL not
been for the occurrence of most singu-
lar event, putting all the sOothsayers TO
shamefaced silence and SCATTERING the
doctrine of probabilities into a thousand
unhappy fragments. For the fifth time
Mrs Philip MRcedon became proud
mother. For the NTH time her source Of
Jay was - son.
Vet. so inconsistent Is lovely woman, at
once our riddle and our solace, when this
triumphant news was broken TO the hear
ing OF Aatron Green. that excellent wo-
man uttered a cry mingled Of pain and
wonder and sank upon her. pillows quite
exhausted. which had not been her won't
Il thought you said began Philip
Macedon. upon whose brow were mar
shaled serried phalanxes of perplexed
wrinkles.
Never mind what I said" replied his
better part, whose voice struggled be-
tween tears and asperity. cit isn't what
1 said-it's what we promised father!"
And here what the real masters OF mar
ration delight in terming a flood of emo
ton overbore the good lady, and she re-
treated from the conversation, weeping.
Well" responded the foreman Of the
roundhouse. boy or girl, promise is
promise, and promises have TO be kept.
In this view he is believed TO have diff
fered from the willy Macedonian autocrat
whose name he bore. Philip the elder con-
tended that promises were piecrust and
are made TO be broken.
With his silken red hair, his eyes OF
lapis lazali, his skin as fair as the May
apple. his delicate feet and hands, the
dainty poise OF his childish bearing, Fra
GRANGE Green might well indeed have
been girl and have grown up an orna-
ment TO femininity. AS IL was, his young
life, after It had passed cradlehood and
crept unwillingly to school. was no less
than that OF bearer Of burdens. The vein
Of ridicule pursued him holly even into