Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-20
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
Dramatic Story of High Society Life in Nezv York

You don't know my mother"
Dick might have answered, "No. but
| know Kitty"
What he did say was: mo but go+
sort of spealSin' acquaintance with
the sex. guess your mother would
laugh herself to death if she ever heard
mine eatin' soup. But when it comes
to skirt buttin' in, they'd both make
the same weight all right. There's lots
or difference between women, Ken. onIv
the trouble is-it's so blamed hard 70
find ri"
You may be right. Mother has the
conventions of her order Noblesse
oblige"
Whatever that Isl"
This was Ken's morning for oratorical
flights. He went on:
|. And l can't offend her. l am all
solutely dependent on her now and
there has-has been trouble in the
family-and she hasn't very much
money. Not that that mattsrs-after a
little while. ] want to work! | don't
care anything about money-and I don't
believe Kitty does. either"
Got something in my pipes-cold, I
guess. How long will you be gomez"
Half an hour. It's only two blocks.
Why don't you go and get Kitty and
bring her over to lunch? Do you think
she would Gomez
why not?-she eats" said Dick in a
matter Of fact tone.
Good! Poster, Potter" Then 70
Potter, who came from the ask of maxi
ing up the prodigars long-slept-in bed,
he added: Lunch in an hour-for
three. Show me what you can do, Pot
ter Something a lady will like"
"A lady, sir?" queried Potter in a
very questioning tone. DBL.
Miss May"
es, sir; champagne sir"
Ken picked up hat and stick, put
his sadly depleted pocketbook in his
,, pocket and removed therefrom a bulge
| consisting of one pair OF sixteen button
gloves
Hello! Kitty's! Old ones! Throw
them out, Potterr
NIX! She'll need EN-" remarked Mr.
lie Roy, stepping forward to the res
cue.
Jaw. cut It, Dick. They are badly
wrinlded. I'll buy her a dozen pair.
Come on" said young Nelson with a
very young manner
AS he stepped into the hall, there
was a sudden change in the atmos-
phere
That boy began Potter in angry
dlsguest.
And then because the conviction that
the hoy was white" had dawned on
Dick lie Roy few minutes before, the
whole story OF the house of Nelson
| changed its course at this moment. But
for that one moment when Dick spoke
his slangy words that made for fair
play. who knows what would have come
to Ken Nelson-and to Kitty May?
Dick spoke sharply TO Potter.
"Cheesel II hos got anyone-sny.
where. that's got any nut on 'em-aet
himH TELL HIM THE KIDS GREAs
ING A BOARD TO SLIDE HIMSELF
TO HELP
Dick rushed from the room. But he
had still part to play in the life OF
young Ken Nelson!
Potter stood thinking a moment.
Then he got the telephone book, found
number. and standing respectfully,
the old servant called the Alpine apart
| ments and in voice trembling with all
the suppressed, emotion a we'll trained
| servant is never supposed to feel, he
spoke to Charles Nelson OF his son.
Hello! Plaza iii? Mr.. Charles Mel
son? Hello Mr.. Nelson, this is Pot
tter. Oh, thank You. sir. Ever since
Mrs. Nelson left the city have, at
her request. been with Mr.. Kenneth
/ Yes, sir No. sir They call II a Be-
| hemian hotel. I shouldn't like to say
what I call 1t. sir No sir. No. sir. It
may be grave presumption on my part,
Mr.. Nelson, but something must be done
about Mr. Kenneth. Yes, sir. Drink
ing very heavily, sir; and"
The old mans voice threatened to be-
come far too husky to carry over the
phone. His hands. grown wrinlled and
old in faithful service, almost refused
TO keep the phone before the trembling
and twisting old mouth. But Potter
queted his tangled nerves. He was
soldier, not a servant, now.
Potter's Appeal.