Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-16
BY BERTRAND eAecocK.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

1ODA1 - lNS lAlIJNE EN-.
Judge Spotswood had met Broadway
and Wallace al the station and had es-
corted them to the Grand" hotel. They
rad declined his invitation TO dinner as
they wished to wash up'-the Judges
expression. Broadway had registered at
the hotel as ''5. Jackson" the judge told
his wife, as she set her what not" in
order and rearranged the rather ugly fur
niture that had come from q New Haven
department store She wanted every
thing to be "slicked up" before Jones and
Wallace arrived for the evening
Charley Giroy the hotel clerk. got off
a good one" concluded the country law
yer as he narrated Broadway's arrival to
his wife.
She began to laugh in anticipation.
II had TO laugh, too" drawled the Judge
III his gentle voice. You know Gilroy's
very witty. He's from Bridgeport"
Nv ell, demanded Mrs. Spotswood
sharply
"Wen, WHAT" returned the judge, NOV
ing his fingers dazedIy through his white
hair
What was Gilroy's good one?" she
asked.
"Oh, l see, Nom. I'm so worri-think-
ing of Well, anyway. Broadway's friend
wanted TO know if they could have their
supper served in their ROOM and Char
ley asked them if they wanted him to go
up ana feed them"
blrs. Spotswood ignored the wit of the
man from Bridgeport She wanted to
know if Broadway had said anything
about selling the plant how he looked. If
/ he really were going to be married as
/ 'old Miss Smyth" had said
/ She couldn't learn much from the judge,
| as he and the two friends had not talked
much. Broadway had merely said that he
! wanted to close up his affairs and get
! back to New York.
! Then turning from his wife TO his
| daughter Clara, pretty. dark girl of
nineteen, the judge asked her to go TO
Josie Richardson's house. Josie was to
1 he invited to drop in at the judges dur
/ ing the evening
Clara was just going to the door on
| her way out when the bell rang She
! opened the door. A young man whom
she recognized as Broadway stood there.
another with him. Broadway asked for
the Judge. Clara al the giggling age, tit
! tered promptly. Then
Hes waiting for You. Right in the
parlor Don't you remember me, Mr..
Jones?"
FRIENDLY cIeGLEs.
\ return to prosperity had driven from
the mind and face Of Broadway all care.
! He allowed himself to give way heartily
( to his really friendly feeling.
"Weu, what do you think Of that? Why,
you were a little girl the last time 7 saw
YOU" he exclaimed and presented Wal
. lace.
Clara glggled and the naturally sterr
and serious features Of Wallace relaxed
He gazed at Clara in a sort of dumb, Won
dering appreciation of a new element il
his life. and then responded with the
nearest approach to a giggle that Broad
way had ever seen in him.
Lugoringly. Clara left the house, and
iinceriugly Wallace followed Broadway
into the parlor,
The greetings were hearty and homely
Mrs Spotswood and Wallace we're soon on
the most friendly Of terms.
For the supposed grief of Broadway al
the loss Of his uncle, Mrs. Spotswood was
| quickly sympathetic.
1T was all over very sudden, WASH
it?" she asked.
A vision Of Mrs. Gerard crossed the
memory of Jackson
]
cious eye upon Mrs. Spotswoods face.
GREATLY RELIEVED.
: 81 mean about your uncle, said the
| mOtherly soul.
! ooh. yes, yes, too bad" the relieved
! Jones answered heartily.
! In her best company manner" the two
! friends were asked by Mrs. Spotswood if
| they wanted a glass Of milk and some
cake.