Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-30
BY VIRGINIA T, VAN DE WATER.

| Sildll anu SitiHNiuR DIT MS WhNNHs NAIAVil
asked me to leave a note nom her at a
! house on Riverside drive, and" laugh
| Ing slyly, this was en- route. l hope"
turning suddenly grave. that those
boisterous men at the table near us
last night did not shock you for'---
But Beatrice interrupted him
brusquely NO" she answered quickly
ly, and don't let's talk of them! Have
you ever seen the lovely view of the
Park l get from this room?"
To divert her caller from the un-
pleasant subject she accompanied him
to the window. He leaned out and
looked up and down the street and, at
sight Of a familiar figure approaching
along the pavement below him, he
hastily drew In his head.
Yes, It's real fine here, isn't it?"
he agreed hastily. And now / must
be going. Mrs. Minor"
Uncle Henry Escapes.
Beatrice had not seen the object that
caused his sudden discontinue and was
somewhat puzzled at her guests furry
of uneasiness.
oh stay little longer won't you?"
she urged cordially The tea tray is
coming in a minute"
II wish ! might stop longer" replied
Uncle Henry over his shoulder as he
FASTENED down the hall But It's late,
and I've an errand to do-and / have
to go. No, don't ring for the elevator"
he protested as Beatrice made motion
towards the bell. 'I'l walk down-Pd
rather, really. Good bye, my dear,
good -byel"
Beatrice looked after the scuttling
form in perplexed amazement. A mo-
mentl alter. when the elevator left at
her door Helen Robbins, she was
somewhat enlightened.
oh" she laughed in spite of herself
81 might have known you were com
ingl"
"Why?" asked Helen suspiciously, as
| she glanced about the drawing room,
and noticed the tea tray. which had
just been brought in, and the two cups
resting upon it.
Beatrice laughed somewhat confus
edly. Perhaps" she said, because
two cups means company, and Mary
brought in two just before you ar
rived"
Il was wondering" acknowledged
Helen, seating herself in an easy chair.
IF might not meet Uncle Henry here
He was coming UP to this part of
town with a note l asked him to de-
liver. and he was so eager to act as
my messenger that l thought perhaps
he meant to stop here"
Beatrice felt her friends sharp eyes
upon her face, but she answered light
ly 81 don't think" she added re
nectively, that Mr. Blanchard has ever
come here to afternoon tea. wish he
would. Two Jumps, dear?" she asked
with the sugar Jumps poised in air
above the cup Of steaming tea
"One, please, Honey" was the equal
| ly Indifferent reply,
There was a short silence while the
two women slipped their tea, each
secretly wondering what the others
thoughts were at that particular mo-
ment. Then Helen spoke
my dear Beatrice" she declared. Il
could have gone through the floor
!
afternoon when Robert Maynard walk
ed in just as we were talking of him.
I did not even hear the front door open
or close. Do you suppose he heard
what you said while he was out in the
hall?"
Il don't care whether he did or
not" replied Beatrice, calmly. Every
word l said was true And I'll tell
him so to his face If he ever speaks to
me about It,"
You wouldn't do such a thing, would
you?" gasped Helen
Il certainly would" said the widow.
firmly.
Mrs. Robbins took the last swallow
of tea in her cup. returned the cup TO
the table. folded her hands, and. lean
ing back in her chair, eyed her friend
judicially. And Beatrice knew that
once more she would be expected by
her match making friend to give an
explanation OF her seemingly rabid
views of the man who had. of late.
occupied much of her waking thoughts.