Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-27
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ers, as the case might be. would not
feel at their ease if they knew their
employer was near.
But fortune favored broadway &C hoe
oeei. said, and one day. in the suburbs
VI JohesVllle,' as he termed the few
puuylhg nuts of the village, he had met
'oS'e win a basket on her arm.
HER DISTANT ATTITUDE
=, "ei' WeH WELL" he had exclaimed.
you snail not escape me this time What
nave You in this basket?"
Josie smiled in that distant and var
friendly fashion that had come TO nor
SINCE Broadway had settled the future NJ
the town by declining to be absorbed Inv
the trust. '"'0' 0''u oy
AS broadway noted that smile he for
got about his inquiry
Oh, J say, Miss Richards, ba nv
CANNED Il don't like that smile. II isn't
hai as becoming IS the other-that one
where you seem to he-er-willIng 10
ADMIT that fellows on earth. Perhans
ne hasn't any right to be-but Won
know ''N
Al her perfectly blank look, which was
her only answer, real pain came into the
face of Jackson.
Wen suppose I don't amount to any
thlng' he said slowly, and that the
Iedhest boy IN the plant is really pro-
ouclhg more than l am. He's more of a
factor OF production than I am"
froduction,' repeated Josie Where
did you get those terms?"
On, said Broadway. ingenuously. 1--WE
oeeh reading up on political economy" He
saw almost disbelief on the girls mobile
| race Really, l have. II came to me-
that man in charge OF a big business
no matter how much OF a fool he was. was
really only sort of agent of the peopIe
VINO work i'll it and an agent of the world
| IN general He's their boss but he's
also their destiny. And 7 mean to make
good both as a boss and d destiny. But
I'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.
! He distinctly felt a touch upon his arm
almost a caress OF an intangible spirit-a
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 mis- arm? Or was he dreaming?
But her hands seemingly had not left
/ their place upon her basket Her eyes
were friendly and there was a friendly
smile upon her lps-not the old smile
nor yet the distant one-but one that
might promise future Of some sort. No.
she had not given that slight stroke. but
her cheeks were pink
you asked what was in my basket" the
girl said. Look"
She smiled again that friendly smile
and laid back the DIT Of shawl that had
covered the basket Nesting in a bed of
straw he saw--several dozen-eggs, They
were plainly country eggs and barely from
the nests OF their origin. At 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
counrrymen 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
where men and women were themselves
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 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 SO long, he found that
he could say nothing to the girl. Here
was she, a slenderly paid employee, TAX
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
uuate? She was doing more at least, than
he.
He dropped several gold coins, with
out looking at them, into her basket.
TN bug the eggs after this" he said,
longing to tell. her that Mrs. Andrews
should have anything she wanted and
needed from him hereafter.
JOSIE'S INVITATION.
Josie smiled happily down upon her
eggs.
II 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, 1t goes into the 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 hesta-
ton, too. she said:
You may walk with me II you care
to-"
Her manner was that OF queen-one
of those rare queens whose memoirs show
a simplicity of feeling and friendliness
out of all proportion to the understanding
of the snob.
A thoughtful Jackson Jones fell into
step with Josie and carried her eyes down