Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-27
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| va" iil"ue 10 see, IN the kindlieSt man
Her possible, that the girls or the moth
ers, as the case might be. would not
! IeeI at their ease if they knew their
employer was near.
but fortune favored Broadway, as has
zen sald' and one day, In 1.-The suburbs
Vi Johesvllle,' as he termed the few
outlying huts of the village, he had mot
'osie with a basket on her arm.
HER DISTANT ATTITUDE.
Well we'll we'll" he had exclaimed
you shall not escape me this time. What
nave you in this basket?"
Josie smiled in that distant and ve+
friendly fashion that had come to her
since broadway had settled the future Of
the town by declining to be absorbed bv
the trust ~
AS Broadway noted that smile he for
got about his inquiry.
on l say Miss Richards" he ex
canned, Il don't like that smile. II isn't
mali as becoming as the other-that one
-Where you seem 10 be-er-willing 10
admit that a fellows on earth. Perbans
ne hasn't any right to be-but Won
know" ~"
At her perfectly blank look. which was
her only answer, real pain came into the
race Of Jackson.
Wen, l suppose l don't amount to any
Ihlhg' he said slowly, and that the
neanest boy in the plant is really pro-
auclng more than | am. He's more of a
factor OF production than ] am
FfoductIon,' repeated Josie. where
dld You get those terms?"
on said Broadway, ingenuously. I've
oeeh reading up on political economy" He
sa" almost disbelief on the girls mobile
mat man in charge of a big business
no matter how much of a fool he was was
really only sort Of agent of the peopla
who work in it and an agent Of the world
III general He's their boss but he's
also their destiny. And I mean to make
good bo,h as a boss ana a destiny. But
m such fool-Tm-sort OF walking
along in the dark"
BROADWAY PROGRESSES
Broadway turned and looked out over
the landscape curious mist before his
eyes. Then wonderful thing happened
lie distinctly felt a touch upon his arm
almost caress of an intangible spirit
tenderness that lowered in the air a
moment over him and then disappeared
and that manifested itself by a pressure
upon his arm and then was gone. Had she
touched his arm? or was he dreamiuga
But her hands seemingly had not left
their place upon her basket Her eyes
We're friendly and there was "a friendly
smile upon her lips-not the old smile
nor Yet the distant oue-but ore that
might promise a future OF some sort. No,
she had not given that slight stroke. but
her cheeks We're pink
you asked what w2s in my basket, " the
girl said. Look"
She smiled again that friendly smile
ana laid back the bit of shawl that had
covered the basket Nesting in bed Of
straw ne saw-several dozen-eggs! They
were plainly country eggs and barely from
the nests OF their origin. Al any other
time Broadway Jones would have laughed
long and loud at this termination to that
moment when the angel of tenderness
seemed very near to him. But this Broad
way did not
AN INHERITED MEMORY.
The eggs affected him curiously. An
inherited memory from his long line OF
countrymen ancestors awoke in him
Those eggs, freshly clean, seemed to him
the spirit Of the wholesome countryside
| They seemed to arouse In him an appre-
citation of the beauty and calm Of lives
were as they seemed; where there was d.
votion, good faith and that quality Of
personality that considers nothing Of
human interest a matter OF Indifference.
| Broadway sighed
"If were even a hen, I'd be doing
| something for my country" he said with
a mingling OF simplicity and the complex
that delighted the girl.
II buy them from Mrs. Andrews" she
said, because 1t helps her Her husband
is i'll and her little boy was killed in the
plant last year"
Broadway stood struck dumb. In the
new mood in which he found himself the
, awakening of responsibility and OF the
deeper fores of character that had lain
dormant in him for 50 long, he found that
he could say nothing to the girl. Here
was she, a sIenderly paid employe, talk
ing upon herself the obligations that he
himself should have met. One of his en-
ployees was actually buying eggs that
there might be less suffering in the world,
But why should he call her way made
quate? She was doing more, at least, than
| he.
He dropped several gold coins, with
out looking at them, into her basket.
TN buy the eggs after this" he said,
! longing TO tell nef mat MRS. Andrews
should have anything she wanted and
needed from him hereafter.
JOSIE'S INVITATION.
Josie smiled happily down upon her
eggs.
81 sell them to several good customers
she said simply.
You sell them" exclaimed Jackson.
THAT has been one of my problems
she said. mot to do anything to hurt their
self respect or pauperize them, and yet
l wanted them to have them"
And what do you do with the cents?"
he asked.
"Oh, it goes into tho library fund of
the Girls club" she said.
With her basket covered again the girl
turned to go. Then, seeing the desire
in the face Of Jackson and his hesita-
ton, too, she said:
you may walk with me IF you care
to-"
Her manner was that OF a queen-one
of those rare queens whose memoirs show
simplicity Of feeling and friendliness
out Of all proportion to the understanding
OF the snob