Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-31

| Saii4 vi pdtrldrCndl mold gave an air
of caste to an otherwise sweetly pretty
face
BY Jove!" whispered the critic, eff
she sings as well as she looks 1 may be
| mistaken"
Her first song was Goring Thomast
"A Summer Night" Instantly it was
perceptible that her voice was true,
+, the outpouring of soul In volume it
was in no way remarkable, but it's
melodious cadence was fresh, innocent,
virginia.. The notes were those of
joyous bird
Arson, biased by other sentiments,
thought he had never heard her equal,
but his friend, after joining in his Wig
accurate judgment.
The old story he growled "a fine
artist retarded, perhaps spoiled, by the
need to- make too early an appearance
She wants year in Milan, another
wear with Randegger or Leoni, and
she might, if all went well, become
star
His hearer chafed inwardly, but only
hazarded the opinion that she was al
ready singer of rare intensity, while,
| as for appearance-
! "Ah, there you are right" was the
ready rejoinder. THE Gaiety is her
right place. She would be admirable in
| light opera"
The conversation languished. The
suggestion that Miss Atherley was best
fitted for the stage was displeasing to
Philippe scarce knew why
The girl was given hearty encore,
| and her next song was a simple, hu-
morous little ballad about miller and
a maid. 1t was charmingly sung and
acted. The critic leaned back in his
chair and smiled at Philip with the in
dulgent air Of the man who says:
II told you So"
Soon Philip arose to go.
Good heavens, man, you do not in
tend to leave before Jowkacy plays the
suite in F minor" oueried his amazed
acquaintance.
Sorry. l have an engagement"
He quilted the hall, his tall figure
riveting a good many eyes as he made
his way toward an exit. One man,
watching him from the gallery, smiled
cynically and arose at the same time.
Philip found the foyer to be practi.
| cally deserted. He asked a policeman
on duty to call Mr. Anson's car
riage from the ranks, and a footman
came, quickly running lest he had in
Cured a reprimand for not being on
| the lookout for his master at the en-
trance.
/ In very little time Miss Atherley
appeared, and with her a handsome, ell
derly lady, who was quite obviously her
mother The girl was radiant. She
never expected a cordial reception from
a high-class audience, such as gathered
to worship the violinist.
Mother, dear" she cried, this is Mr..
Arson, who very kindly came to my
assistance when a cabman gave me
some trouble last night"
Mrs Atherley gave him d pleasant
greeting, but turned to her daughter.
why didn't you tell me of any dis.
pute when you returned home? You
know how nervous I am when you are
out at night"
| The girl laughed merrily.
You have answered your, own ques-
| ton carissima. That is precisely why
| ola not tell you.
| Miss Atherley was good enough to
| permit me to meet you here after the
| concert" put in Philip, so that l might
add my assurances to her own that the
affair was of no consequence. 1t is early
! yet VIII you come with me for some
supper, and thus give me a chance of
telling you how much 1 enjoyed your
daughters singing"
Wise Philip, to pay cour< to the
| mother.
! Mrs Atherley, in no way deceived,
yet gratifed dy the Difference shown
| to her, gave the girl a questioning
! glance
."Oh. do let us go, mamma, 1 am
famished, I 'candidly admit it. Mr.. An
son, l have subsisted since luncheon
without a morsel.
I'VE will be delighted" began the
older lady, but her attention was at.
tracted by the footman holding open
the door Of the carriage
''Is that carriage yotrs?" she said
to Philip.
| Yes"
| Where do we sup"
AT the Savoy"
She flushed slightly.
mot the Savoy" she faltered
"Why not, mother?" cried the girl,
| spiritedly. ''Mr. Arson, my mother does
not care to meet associates of-of other
days. l tell her she thinks too much
Of these considerations. Why should
she fear to face them simply because
we are poor"
II think Mrs. Atherley." he said,
| quietly, that you are very rich, far
richer than many a mere de famille
we shall meet at the restaurant"
This neat compliment turned the
scale OF the mothers hesitation. In
deed, she might well be proud Of her
| beautiful daughter.
The two ladies' seated themselves in
the luxurious landau with an ease that
showed familiarity, but Mrs. Atherley,
| being woman, could not help being
| troubled in the matter OF dress.
| lE'The Savoy" she murmured, as the
| Rubber tired vehicle glided away noise
| lessly. 81 have not been there for years.
! And people at supper are always at
tired so fashionably. Could we not"
| Tho pir1 mt her arm around her