Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-24
Y ms sodden old soul was bitter
THAT dalned old clock" mad

WINS sodden old soul was bitter.
THAT dalned old clock" made
y graft almost too complicated a
/ thing to his feeble intellect.
| Suddenly Dick spoke In tone Of
genuine feeling He knew Kitty
! knew just what she was-knew just
| what she had done-and would do,
| perhaps, all through life Dick LIE
Roy was a gaudy souled, gaudiy
| dressed Song and dance artist
Kitty was-well, Kitty! And to Dick
lie Roy she was-the girl he wanted.
Kitty! What's the use? You're on
a dead one, and you're most broke!
This kids a simp, and he's only a
piker! Kitty, why don't you lose
him."
Jim coughed and lit one of "the
piker's" cigars.
Nitty's eyes took a far away look
Never mind" said Miss Kitty May
! firmly.
Dick leaned across the table. He
could forget that Jim was there-he
could forget anything but that Kitty
was-just Kitty.
You can't care for nina wise
girl like you
Cant I? It's none OF your bust
ness, anyway" said she in a pleas
antly offhand manner
Jim rose with a flourish, and ad-
dressed the floor.
Il can't read without my glasses,
Dicks gettin' mushy again. He al
ways was stuck on you?'
Dick turned on him with rising>p pas
sion.
Well? What about it? I wouldn't
look to be headllned on a bill with a
millionaire-but this mama's baby
graft is pretty punk! Mama will buy
baby all the candy baby wants-gur-
gle, gurgle"-he minced with a sneer
that masqueraded for a laugh-"but
mama tisr-ons up when It comes to
buying Par.s hats for a soubrette."
He went over and took possession
Of Kitty's hand. All the happy go
lucky laughter was gone out of his
smoothly featured young-old face
now.
Kitty shook off his OBTAINING hand
and jumped up angriiy.
You look out what you say!" she
snarled
Dick backed off in honest astonish-
ment.
My Gawd. Say, Kitty, what are
you? Oh, cut out the bunk, Kitty!
IRull t\luulu ycuTSell.
By this time he had recovered his
poise, and the radiant smile that dis
closed his strong white teeth.
Kitty spoke with imprisoned ear
nestness.
Dick, | wouldn't leave this boy if
he didn't have car fare--not yet, any
how--nct til ! get the thing | want!"
Dick knew the devious ways OF
"soubrettes"-an graft-and black
mail.
Lightly he asked: Are you figur-
ing you can make this boys father
pay?"
In the short second before she an
swered Kitty stood staring back in-o
the past-bacll into one morning a
month ago. She saw a sobb'ng girl
that girl cry: I'll stick-rm nc
sraftor!" She saw a strong man put
ting that girl aside at the moment
when he was forced out into the open.
She saw that girl flung back on her
salf-saw her fall, shaken and trent
bling. into a massive chair, while the
man she longed for swung heavy
doors between her life and his-and
was gone. Gone out of her lOve-but
not out OF her life. Not yet, Charles
Nelson She hears that girls burn
ing vow: IF you leave me like this
now-that you don't have to, I'll get
YOU. Charlie, don't make me hate you
Don't leave me-or I'll get you. I'll
get you If it's the last thing / ever
do"
And Kitty answered in hard tone,
with far deeper meaning than Dick or
Jim could ever guess:
I'm going to make the boys father
pay"
Dick was greatly relieved Here
was game he could understand-br
thought he coul
"Oh! l heard he was broke, but
you'd know, of course. You wouldn't
take any chances. Sorry l said any
thing. Kitty. Your judgment is bound
10 be o. X. I guess every fellow gets
soft once in a while"
To De Continued To- morrow.