Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-27


Betty, did I ever think that one day
would haze the right TO ask YOU to be my
wife,? Jack Huntington s voice was very
tender as he bent over the girl sitting in
the stern of the punt among the gayly
stripped cushions. Yesterday had only
hopes and dreams Yesterday l was only
a poor beggar wincing whenever your
name was mentioned, dreading every day
TO hear your enga cement to Paul SAKE
Today can go to Your father and ask
for you without fear of refusal
The girl laughed, fitting her face to
his. charming oval face, framed in
hair of that brown which is laced with
gold, and eyes of soft sea gray that
were full of laughter
oh Jack" she said. Its all fright
fully nice and wonderful: but I wish
you'd come down out of the clouds and
explain You don't forget that Mr.. SAKE
is a millionaire of sorts. when you claim
to be his equal?'
Her tone was one of tender mockery,
but her eyes were questioning What
had happened since yesterday TO make
this man she loved, this semi penniless
engineer, ready to make claim for her to
her father. who had treated him with
such slightly yelled contempt?
Betty Lumsden was very fond Of her
father but her fondness did not blind her
TO several unpleasant facts regarding him
his love of money, the ugly ambition
which filed him that she should make
match which would enable her to out
shine in every way the elder sister whose
marriage to anthony Darlington, the art
ist. he had SO thoroughly disapproved.
Before her marriage Edith had been his
favorite but TO be worth while with
those we love doth work like madness in
the brain and Sir George Lumsden's
dislike Of his wealthy artist SON law
was rapidly approaching a mania
Huntington bent and kissed her
by no manner of means, ne said. Il
forget nothing. don't even mean to
pretend that l am in reality SaXe's equal;
though. after ALL for all his pretensions,
do any OF us know exactly what that
means? Only whereas yesterday was
poor man, in a week time shall be
rich one 1 didn't mean to speak today,
only the madness swept over me, Betty,
at touch of your hand, the look in your
eyes"
Words of Love.
Their lips met and the food swept
him again.
81 love you, Betty Betty, 1 love you"
The words lovers have whispered from
the beginning of time sounded divinely
new in their ears
but still don't understand, Jack.
She drew away from him. tie first 10
spSak
Rimmington's face changed little sit
ting there in the punt, his head outlined
against the exquisite varying greens of
the trees that stretched upwards from the
riverside in serred ranks, he looked ad-
mirably in tune with the Thames side
scene Like It, he was typically English
and good to look upon, with his tanned
skin and clear-cut face
I'm afraid l cant explain today, dear
he said The secret is not wholly mine;
but in weeks tme-then / shall come
and claim you before the world. Only
Week only ask your patience for
weeF"
II don't think like secrets" Betty
said. her voice . trtde plaintive.
y Simply loathe en- Huntington
said promptly
'B1t this ono is Inevitable 1t sounds
as though I we're trying to tantalize YOU,
but when you know youll so thoroughly
understand his voice took on coax
ing note And after all the whole thing
may be through before the week is out.
Everything is n little nebulous at pres
ent didn't even know I have to leave
Weyhourne till the midday post, and
chen pantsd UP for all I was worth.
81 love. There were some ! didn't even
open. He slipped his hand into the
locke; OF MS flannel coat and drew out
some letters "One from poor old Toby.
+oo-no. though, it isn't. Do you mind
If [ open it,"
Betty nodded and turned away. She
always felt certain embarrassment
whenever Tonu Rimmington's name was
mentioned, Jack Rimmington's younger
and exceedingly charming brother. who
had left England SO precipitately six
months ago, and whose name, BY some
tacit consent. was never mentioned in
tie Red House, where Jack lived with
tho puritanic old uncle and aunt. who
seemed The oldest relations for any one
Her ewes wandered. II was very stin
here IN that private hac SVa:er, where
me lilies booked up open-eyed at We