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

chair and glancing at his watch. Helen
asked me to leave a note from her at
house on Riverside drive. and" laugh
ing slyly. this was en- route. | 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 | 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 l 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"
Il 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
ne protested as Beatrice made motion
towards the bell IN walk down-Pd
rather, really. Good bye my dear
good bye"
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
Il might have known you were com
ing"
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-
eddy. 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 | asked him to de-
liver. and he was so eager to act as
my messenger that | thought perhaps
he meant to stop here"
Beatrice felt her friends sharp eyes
upon her face but she answered light
ly q don't think" she added. re
fiectively 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 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
with shame and confusion the other
afternoon when Robert Maynard walk
ed in Just as we were talking of him
l did not even hear the front door open
or close Do you suppose he heard
what you said While he was out in the
han?"
q don't care whether he did or
not replied Beatrice. calmly Every
word / 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
your" gasped Helen
u certainly would" said the widow
firmly
Mrs. Robbins took the last swallow
Of tea in her cup returned the cup 10
the table, folded her hands and. lean
ing back in her chair eyed her friend
judicialy. 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