Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-07-26
By Louis. joseph Vance
Author of"7he Brass BOtOL, .
"No Mans Lana, " Etc.

mot too conspicuously placed yet not 100
far from the orchestra.
While Franz stood by, attentive to
take Crittenden's order, Cynthia settled
herself in her chair with a luxurious
movement suggesting an incarnate sigh
OF content. She was a little tired and
glad to rest A throng Of new impress
sions besieged her fancy; of the boat
trip down the bay and through the Mar
rows, with the clean salt breath of the
Atlantic re-invigorating every wearied
fibre of her being; of the landing in the
tawdry seaside city of tinsel paint, ana
plaster, weird and extravagant as the
nightmare of a scene-painter; of fluent
throngs of people amusement-mad, seek
ing the bubble sensation at the barker
mouth; of a thousand smells OF food
, and animals and melting sugar, Of dust
smoke and humanity; of a deafening
roar Of blending dissenances-shrielxs,
cries, yells, groans, windy roaring OF
megaphones, brassy blaring Of bands
crashing and whining of carrouseI or
gans, barking of motor horns-as WHO
and wrong as a symphony composed
during delirium by an apostle of the New
Music; of their flight therefrom to a
lonely spot of sand and sounding waves;
stronger than all else, OF courtesy, and
quiet humor. ...-sa
els this normal-does II go on this
way all the timer" she had asked In
CONSERVATION.
THE summer through" he answered
"And this is a quiet day-Monday
cit all seems so strange to me-. This
in apology for her slowness to compre-
bend the spirit of her native land.
You'll get used to it, Unlike the
English, we take our pleasures raw
and ravenously."
If Crittenden's choice of a diversion
seems curious it had none the less
proven effective. it had diverted Gym
thia had forgotten, temporarily.
And this hour was the best of all.
After the waiter had departed with
his carefully considered order, Critten-
den rested his forearms on the edge
of the table, joined his hands, ana
watched the woman, his own eyes
thoughtful. 80. 81
He wondered, speculatedily about her.
Than this he could do no less, nor more
their bond Of understanding debarring
him from any inquiry the beast intl-
mate. Probably lie was never to know
more of her than he did now. In a rev
brief hours they must say goodnight
Goodbye. A slender chance that they
would ever meet again. Only another
day. two at most, and he would have
dropped completely cut of the scheme or
things that thus far had concerned him
Heaven alone knew what was, to become
of him.
With a slow movement of her head
recalled to herself, Cynthia looked back
to him. Her smile deepened insensioiy'
out of sheer friendliness, as their
glances met
Against the background or the DUSK
her face. framed in its blushing russell
hair, shone like a cameo of pale, tinted
ivory. The soft lights overhead lent her
eyes a world of Swallowed mystery IN
fnitely enhancing their allure.
'Tire6f?" he asked, solicitous.
"A little" she conceded, amending
quickly: mot very a-
You were so quiet" he explained.
was 4? Pure animal enjoyment, l
| presume: contentment lulling thought
to sleep. Still, I was thinking-won-
dering If you, too. would now forsake
Suzannes."
''Why, 'too'7" he asked. Are you go
ing to desert?"
s'Perhaps. as. didn't mean
myself. / was thinking of the other
man who went away with the Inventor
Of Occupations. Did you notice that
he never returned?"
Continued IN Next issue.