Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-08-18

in the state, and everywhere arousing in
tense enthusiasm. There was something
contagious in his spirit. The young fell
lows were charmed by his eager intense
way OF looking at things. they caught the
infection and he made hundreds Of staunch
friends.
You're Just In timel" cried his mother
greeting him with radiant face on his re-
turn. "She is coming tomorrow. I've a
beautiful letter from her. I think one Of
the sweetest letters a girl ever wrote"
Let me see it,
why. mother. thought you were all
, on my side!
But I'm not I'm a woman, and you
can't see some things she says
Then it's something awfully nice about
me-"
Maybe the opposite"
Then you'd resent II for me-"
ct love her too, sir"
Let me see the tip end Of it where she
signs her name"
you can see that much, there
Doesn't she write a lovely hand!" He
looked long and lovingly. THAT pretty
name!-Sallie! So old-fashioned, and so
homelike. It's music isn't it?"
II didn't know you could be so silly,
Charlie"
1T is funny, isn't it? You know I think
after all. we are made out of the same
stun, saint and sinner, philosopher and
fool. The differences are only skin deep. "
You don't think she is made out OF
ordinary clay7"
"Oh, Lord, no, meant the men. Every
woman is something divine to me. i think
Of God as a woman, not mana great
loving motheS of all life. If l saw the
face Of God It was in my mothers face.
Hush! you will make me do anything
you wish"
NO. no, don't want to see that letter
unless you think 1t best"
We'll. you viii not see any more of It.,
sir"
When CASTOR met them at the depot
, with a carriage to take Sallie. her mother.
and Helen Lowell her Boston schoolmate.
to the springs, the first passenger to
alight was Bob st. Glare.
What in the thunder are you doing
herei This town is quarantined against
your said CASTOR.
Hush said Bob in a stage whisper.
shes here. There's her valise."
That's why you can't land. Two's COM
pany, three's a crow. l like you, Bob.
But won't stand for this"
The crowd were pouring off the train
and had cut off Sallie's party in the center
of the car.
>''Gaston, just came up for your sake.
I'm looking after Miss Lowell. I'm lost.
ruined! Scared to say word. ! thought
maybe, you'd help me out. Well pool
/ chances. I'll talk for you and you talk
for me-"
IT'S a bargain. St. Clare" u
Il want a separate carriage-get me one
quick"
In a few moments, the brief introduction
over. CASTOR was seated in the carriage
facing Sallie and her mother whirling
along the road. over the long hills toward
the Campbell Sulphur Springs in the
woods. two miles from the town.
How beautiful and fresh she looked to
him even in a dusty treveling dress! He
was drinking the nectar from the depths
OF her eyes.
Now don't you think Helen the pref
test girl you ever saw, Mr.. Gaston?" she
asked.
Il hadn't noticed It."
Where were your cyes?"
Elsewhere. I'm so glad you are going
to spend n month at the springs, Miss
Sallie. l used to go to school there when
a little boy. They had a girls school
there in the winter and boys under twelve
were admitted. l knew every nook and
corner of the big forest back of the hotel.
III see that you don't get lost"
TN do everything you command-except
bow down myself. Bob's agreed to do
that"
She smiled in spite Of her effort to look
serious. and her mother pinched her arm.
She laughed.
so you end Bob ST. Care were out
there plotting before we could get off the
train?"
Nothing unlawful I assure you
The first day she allowed CASTOR to mon
declared there were others with whom she
must be friendly. She determined to give
a ball to Helen the next week, and began
preparations.
It was a new business for CASTOR, but he
di~ his best to please her. in a pathetic
half-hearted sort of way. He ran all sorts
Of errands. and executed her orders with
tact.
oh! Sallie let the ball go. I don't care
for IL. ] can do nothing to ever repay
you for the good time I've been having.
said Helen as they sat in her room one
night.
I'VE are going to have it, 1 tell you 1
don't care how much Mr.. CASTOR sulks.
I'm not taking orders from him."
No, but you'd like to-you know it."
What an idea"
You know you like him better than all
the others put together"
Nonsense. I'm as free as a bird"
Then what are you blushing for?'
I'm not" But her face was scarlet.
YOU southern girls are so queer. The
moment you like a man you're as sly as
a cat. and deny that you even know him.
When l find a man / love I don't care
Who knows it. if he loves me-"
What do you think of Bob st. Clare?"
II like him."
Hasn't he made love to you YETI"
mo, and the only one of the crowd
who hasn't. l don't mind confessing that
/ never had love made to me before this
visit. In Boston it's a serious thing for a
young man to call once. The second call,
means a family council, and at the third
he must make a declaration of his inten-
tions or face consequences. Down here,
the boys don't seem to have anything to
do except to make their girl friends hap
by, and feel they are queens of the earth.
and that their only mission is to minister
to them. And some of your girls are en-
gagged to six boys at the same time"
Don't you like It'll"
It's glorious. I feel that II 1 hadn't
come down here to see you I'd have missed
the meaning Of life"
Don't our boys make love beautifully"
Il never dreamed of anything like it.
They make II so seriously. so dead in earn
est you can't help believing them"
And Bob hasn't said a word?'
Hasn't breathed a hint"
Then you have him sure! They are hit
hard when they are silent like that. Bob
made love to me the second day he ever
saw me-"
Don't tease me, dear" said Helen as
she put her pretty rosy cheek against the
dark beauty of the south. do you really
think he likes me seriOusly?"