Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
A Bachelor S
Diary
By MAX.

n EPTEMBER 3-CBeing in the form
of a letter which l will write to
~ Sally Spencer, who IS away off IL
Paris getting served with garlic in the
restaurants, when in her very best
French she had ordered ice cream and
who is enjoying herself in other ways
Of foreign travel. said TO be so educa-
tional. while l, who dares to love her.
am up here in the north woods at home
eating calomel and quinine out of the
hands of a distractingly pretty nurse,
which in its way is also educational,
sometimes fatally so, and whiCh-this
time | mean the letter. don't intend to
send her and by her" / mean Sally
Spencer-and all Of which is rather in
coherent. but l would like to see the
color of the blood in the mans veins
who could write coherentIy with a dis
tractingly pretty nurse lowering about
him. holding his hand longer than it
requires to take his temperature, and
changing his pillows every few minutes,
managing TO hold his head in the soft
corner of her shoulder while she does
it, and giving him from morning till
night and from night till morning and
especially the latter, a sympathy he
hasn't enjoyed since he ran. as a boy
to his mother with a sore toe, and
which-the sympathy, not the sore toe
lis SO enveloping and soothing that the
coolest blooded man would forget that
he is a millionaire and that love is al
ways for sale, and which-and this
time l mean this introduetion--is so
long that 1t is taking up the time |
intended to spend in writing to SallyO
September IL used to complain
that the nurse was - very mechani-
cal in her sympathy and attention, but
she is growing more like a human and
less like a machine every day. Now
last night when I was having one of
those parCxysms Of pain in the back of
my neck, she rubbed il with both hands
with my face pressed against her Shout
der when she did it, and then, when
it seemed little better. and she had
put my head back on the pillow, she
bent over and kissed me.
September ST. see plainly that |
will have to have a relapse. The doc
tor, who came up to see me yesterday,
says that in a few weeks 1 will be able
TO travel home, and that he will take
my nurse away, needing her on some
case of ten syllables and a postscript.
and which can not be as interesting as
my case asked her If she wanted to
leave me and she said that If ] con
tinued to get better she would have to.
She argues she is doing nothing for
me that Richards can't do as we'll and
l say that isn't true. That kiss, for
instance. If Richards had given it to
me-but she went off into another
laugh, and l didn't complete the SEN
tence.
Il am thinking" I added. rather in
jured in feelings, "of asking Richards
10 marry me. She is so thoroughly
GOOD
And that" she interrupted. us the
reason YOU will never ask her to marry
you Men worship saints, but they
don't marry them Ever know that all
the saints were old maids"
September 81 haven't written that
letter to Sally yet, keeping busy these
days devisng some scheme for keep
! ing my nurse with me. | know of one
| way; but ! want to keep her because
OF her devoted attention to me- and IL
she We're my wife she wouldn't give
! it. Marriage would mean 7 would have
to engage another nurse, and my wife
would see to it that she isn't good
looking.