Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-06-21

How should love to have seen your
/ first articles
you shah read it afterwards" he
told her. II have a copy of lie Grand
Journal in my overcoat pocket"
She beckoned to the vestaire.
II wiz not wait a moment" she in
sisted. Il shan read 1t while dinner
is being served. It's glorious idea
this. to fight your way back with your
pen. There are those nowadays who tell
US. you know, Julien, that there is more
! to be done through the press than in
parliament Your spoken words can in
fluence only a small number of people.
What you write the world reads
She explained what she desired to the
| vestaire. He reappeared minute or
two later with the newspaper. She
! spread il out before her. Julien read
lie over her shoulder. He himself had
seen It before, but his own eyes were the
brighter as he re-read it. When she
had finished she said very little. They
ate the first course of their dinner al
most in silence. Then she laid her hand
gnddenly upon his.
Julien. dear" she said, Il have done
I you a wrong am sorry"
"A wrong2" he repeated.
She looked at him almost humbly.
There was something new in her eyes,
| something new in her expression.
"I am afraid" she exclaimed, that I
never looked upon you as anything more
than the ordinary stereotyped politician,
a slilful debater, of course, and with
the chessboard brains of diplomacy.
This'-she touched the newspaper with
her forefinger-'this is something very
different"
do you like it. then?''
Like it, she repeated scornfully.
Can't you feel yourself how different
II is from ethose precise, cynical little
speeches of yours? 1t is as though
a smouldering bonfire had leapt suddenly
into flame. There is genius in every
line.s Go on writing like that, Julien, and
you will soon be more powerful than
ever you were in the house Of commons
He laughed 1t was absurd to admit
it. but nothing had pleased him so much
since the coming of his misfortune! She
was thoughtful for some time, every now
and then glancing back at the news
paper. over their coffee she broke
into a little reminiscent laugh.
Did I tell you about Mrs. Carraby?"
she asked. Mother and I met her at
Wimbledon house, two or three days af-
ter her husbands appointment had been
confirmed 1 can see her now coming
toward US. There were so many people
around that she had to risk everything.
IL =
She never troubled even to raise her
llorgnette. She never attempted any Of
that glaring-through-you sort Of bust
mess She just looked up at Mrs. Car
raby's hand and looked up at her eyes
and walked by without changing a mus
Gle. Of course, 1 did the same-very
nearly as welL too, I believe. Cat!'
Julien frowned slightly
You can imagine" he said, that I
am not very keen about discussing Mrs.
Carraby. Yet after all, her husband
and his career were, I suppose, the most
important things in life to her"
Then she's going to have a pretty
rocky time" Lady Anne decided. Il
don't understand much about politics,
but 1 know it's no use putting trades
man into the foreign Office. He's wabbly
already, and as for Mrs Carraby-well,
don't know If she ever went on with
you like IT, Julien, but you remember
Bob Sutherland-the one in the Guards,
1 mean?-well, she's going an awful
pace with him"
L think" he declared, that Mrs. Car
raby can take care of herself"
Perhaps" Lady Anne replied, looking
thoughtfully at her cigarette. you
see, the woman knows in her heart that
she's impossible. She copies all our bad
tricks. She sees that we all firt as a
matter of course, and she tries to out
do us. It's the old story. What one
person can do with impunity another
makes an awful hash of. We can go to
the very gates because when we get
there we know how to shrug our
shoulders and turn away. I am not sure
that Mrs. Carraby has breeding enough
for that. She'll go through, If Bob has
his way
you are becoming rather an ad-
vanced young person." Julien remarked
as he paid the bill.
my dear Julien" she said, ave told
you before that you never knew me. If
you had appreciated me as I deserved
when you came that cropper, you
wouldn't have called on me to say good
by. You'd have left that red-headed
friend of yours at home and told me
that the empty place in the taxicab was
mine"
He laughed and then suddenly became
grave.
"Supposing had?" he whispered.
She looked at him, startled. In that
moment he seemed to see a new thing
in her face, a new and marvellous soft
ness It passed like a flash-so swiftly
that it left him wondering whether il
was not indeed a trick of his imagina-
ton.
Absurd" she murmured. Tell me
what is there we can do now? Must
go homer"
"On the contrary" he declared; you
are engaged to me for the evening. Only
1 must call at my rooms. Do you mind?'
81 mind nothing" she assured him
Let us take carriage and drive about
: the streets. Julien, what yellow
mooni"
They clambered into little voiture