Atlanta Georgian., 1913-03-10

~ EB. 19-Diary, permit me TO IN
II trodune to your blank page of
mind Miss Sarah Rae Hartman.
Her hair is carroty red, her eyes gray,
sharp and shrewd, her face is specked
with freckles, and she is as thin as a
buggy whip that has been on months
diet. Indeed if Miss Sarah Rae Hart
man were to go walking without pro-
lection and hungry dog came along,
he would mistake her leg for a soup
bone and carry it off.
Let me hastily add, Diary, that Miss
Sarah Rae Hartman is eleven. Were
she five years older I would not know
she had legs even if she fell and broke
both of them. 1 may be a bachelor,
Diary, but l am at least a gentleman,
and would not have seen the legs of
even one of her advanced years did
she not twist them around the porch
railing in front of my chair, and risk
breaking both them and her neck in
her desire to keep espionage of me.
For wherever the widow and 1 put
our chairs, on the sunny side of the
porch to get warm, or on the shady
side to cool off, or on the beach, there
appears Sarah Rae, actuated, appar-
emily, by the same motive. l have de-
cided that she does not like the widow.
If she likes me, or not, 1 do not know,
but this do know: That my guardian
angel is not a heavenly vision of moon
light dreams, but a Carroty-
gray-eyed, freckle faced girl, with the
rest Of the description withheld be-
cause of my modesty.
Mrs. Jack Spencer.
Sarah Rae is here with her grand
mother in-n name only Were she real
grandmother her hair would be the col
or the Lord intends the hair of old
ladies' to be-a frosted silver, as II it
were the first touches of the light fall
ing on her from above. She would
take no account of her wrinkles, and
her form would be that of woman
who has devoted her life to others, of
gracefulness apparent only to those
who see the grace of sacrifice.
Sarah Rae's grandmother-in- name
only has bronzed hair, her face ts en-
ameled, and her eyes, through looking
so defiantly at Time, have become hard.
Her great ambition through life has
been to keep her figure. She reads
Robert w Chambers, and compels the
child to call her Aunt Marie" The
child's father, aunt Marie'S" son, is
hopelessly i'll in some health resort in
Germany, and the child's mother is
with him. She hasn't seen her mother
for four years, and in the meantime
her Aunt Marie" leaves her to her own
devices, which are not like those of
any child I ever knew.
This Sannle of what this car
roty headed guardian angel Of mine did
for me today:
The widow and I were enjoying the
afternoon shade on the porch when she
asked a question she has asked many
times before, always showing eager
interest in my hitherto non-committal
replies.
"Who with SMILEY is this Mrs.
| Jack Spencer you quote so much? She
must be a wonderful woman"
"She is" I responded heartily. Then
I launched into praises Of Mrs. Spencer
and Jack, beginning with the day when
I brought Elizabeth and Manette to my
home I told what a friend she had
been before, but that I had never
guaged the depths of her friendship
till poor little Elizabeth's long illness
and death
Since them" added, "she practical
| ly has had charge of my home. She
chooses my servants, and Manette
| hasn't a garment that isn't Of her Sc
| lection
Then, because talk too much, any
way, / added. "She is also to have the
problem of choosing my wife"
Every man, Diary, is in need Of a
! Coat Tail Censor, Cne who is delegated
| to pull him back when he has said Just
enough Think what terrors would be
eliminated from hanquets If behind
every speaker there sat his Coat Tail
| Censor, watching the faces in the au-
dience as closely as a physician
watches his patients temperature
When the Coat Tail Censor saw yawn
! he would give the coat tail of the man
he is saving from folly a gentle twitch
The second yawn in the audience would
cause decided pull, and the third evil
! dence of boredness would send the
| speaker spraWling into his seat
How He Was Saved.
In like manner the Coat Tail Censor
would show a preacher his first good
stopping place; he would accompany
the man who isn't IN position to marry,
| but who regards love- making as good
| sport, and in innumerable ways he
would prove the greatest blessing the
| world has known.
I had no Coat Tail Censor sitting
behind me. No one gave my coat tail a
gentle pull when l said that Mrs. Jack
Spencer was to have the task of also
| selecting my wife, and because I had
had no intimation that I had talked