Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-06
American Sunday Monthly Magazine Section
Guinevere'S Lover


" suppose it was a ID shame nv marry
ing you so young think of it as lie here
How old are you now, child2 Hardly thirty
six, and | am getting on for seventy. Well
| have made you as happy as | can, and
fortunately, you are as cold as ice
on have always been very good to me
Humphrey ! responded land want tC
do everything | can to make YOU happy
now"
He pulled me close to him and kissed
me.
IF I'd ever been able to make YOU love
me, it would have been all different; but YOU
couldn't help that, nor | either, so we must
not encourage snivelling regrets. thought
! should teach you-you were such a child
and | had never had any difficulty with
women. But it was mistake, and now
everything is too late"
| put my cheek against his strong old hand
and rubbed it. but | could not speak, and
to my surprise his hard brown eyes grew
glistening and, dragging his hand away from
me roughly, and taking a pinch of snuff, he
seized his handkerchief and violently blew
his nose.
There, get along, girl, " he said. IL am
tired, and shall go to sleep
This evenings post brought a letter from
Letitia. She has just gone back to London
tor the rest Of the season after Whitsuntidc,
and is full in her usual round. The whole
OF her set and society generally are con-
Vulsed, she says at the advent of one of the
most lovely girls anyone has ever seen. She
is the daughter of the ruined eccentric Earl
Catsby, who twenty years ago married a
beautiful American, who died when the girl
was born. Letitia says there was some story
about the mother, no one appears to remcm-
Der what; in any case, the girl has been
brought up in the widest way among ser
wants and stablc-bOys and huntsmcn, and
then a polish of Paris to finish up. "Shc
Is the most modern creature | have ever
seen, Letitia writes. 81 should think
there is nothing of life she does not know.
She Is as beautiful as a goddess, tall and
most voluptuously proportional, with bright
blue eyes, pink and white skin and ripe
corn Colored golden hair; a perfect mass of
trlzzy Curls everywhere. She has no charm,
Just a brilliant dash and ruthlessness. She
has no brains either but she has an effect
upon every man who comes near her
She interests me in some queer way; she
reminds me so of Algcrnon, for some reason
she has that downright utter want Of
sentiment he has. She Is nineteen. Hilda
Flint is taking her out; they are second
cousins, so we all see a great deal of her
She does not care in the least what she SAYS
or does, and will rattle out a bette, impossi-
BILE thing making everyone squirm, and then
she will laugh and show all her row of per-
feet white teeth and look 50 divincly that no
man minds. don't know why am writ
ing all this, Guineverc, as il can't interest
you, only, for some strange reason, as ! said
before, she reminds me of Algcrnon, a
glorious creature without an atom of soul 8"
sat a long time thinking over this
description. Is it true, then? has -Algcr-
non no soul? Oh my dear boy, what am
| to do for him? am afraid to look ahead,
because whatever rushing torrent he plungcs
into, | am absolutely powcrlcss to prevent
him, so things must 90 on.
Hugh has returned to England He is
in London Letitia told me this immcdi-
atcly, but since then have not heard from
her for over a fortnight Humphrey also
told me that Hugh had arrived; he heard it
at the bench, and there are great rcioicings
among his people at Minton Drcmont.
" He will surely marry now and settle
down, my husband said Il suppose he
was hankcring after that Dalison woman or
some other, men are often COMPOUNDED fools ~
Oh, what poor creature | am that all
this should give me such pain.
| tell myself every morning that | must
face whatever comes bravcly, and ALWAYS
pray for his happiness, my dear Love, alas,