Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-04-14
He Had a
Double

nLAiR mad Just put On his hat and
* was on the point of leaving The
- cafe, VIXEN a heavy hand fell on
his shoulder and hearty voice shouted
in his ear, Hello, jenkins, Going ia
meet with the boys tonight
He turned and faced a jovial looking
man whom he did not remember having
ever seen before who do you think
l am?" he snapped. My name :
Blair"
The other looked surprised. than
sheepish. "Scuse me-" he APOLOGIZE
4 thought you were friend of mine
You're just his build. Bat, come 10
look closer, your hair is darker than
his
Haughtily Blair stalked out. having
gathered an unfavorable impression of
his double from the unpublished manner
of his professed friend Further. if
rather CALLED him not to be able to
choose his own double, for Blair prided
himself on the irreproachable character
of his friends, as well as his own i'm
peccability.
He soon forgot the matter, however.
and was thoroughly surprised a few
days later. when he was again accosted
by a stranger. He was hanging by
the strap of a crowded elevated train.
when some one at his elbow murmured.
Say, Henry. could you lend me a ten
spot? I'm broke"
Now, Henry was Blars first name.
He looked about sharply. but when he
saw the man who had spoken he paid
no further heed. But the voice persist
ed You amt goin' to turn down an
OF fren'. are you?" There was reproacb.
nay. grief, in the tones.
Blair looked down and into the plead
I ing face of a shabby little old man who
was evidently a down-at- the heels.
musty old sport
What do you meant" he exploded.
by asking me to lend you money? |
never saw you before
The sporty person opened his red
trimmed eyes wide with surprise SAY.
homes. | though you was jenkins" he
explained. You're the dead image Of
/ him. ONLY guess, his face is kinder
/ redder n yourn."
Blair's poor opinion Of jenkins i'm
mediately grew many shades darker.
and to the same extent he felt himself
/ nsulted. From the several encounters
and from the various greetings ne had
received he surmised that jenkins and
/ his friends were not Of the elite, as
/ Blair liked to think that he and his
were
+ One day at noon he entered one Of the
parlors of a downtown hotel, where he
/ had agreed to meet Mrs. Blair Before
.
opposite corner Of the room, a 100 fash
! ionably attired young woman arose from
a davenport near the door and addressed
him.
Now. Henry, you might We come
+ sooner. I've been waiting"
Blair looked unrecognizingly at her
His discomfort lasted but a moment
however, for she interrupted herself
with an exclamation Of distress. "Oh,
beg pardon | thought you was Mr.
Jenkins, a gentleman friend of mine.
Stoopid of me, for his eyes are brown
There was a flush of annoyance in
Blair's gray eyes as he crossed over
TO his wife. IL seem to have a double
he told her. though his hair. eyes and
face do not quite match mine. Besides
unlike me, he's not puncJual. I'm go
AlB ~ wait mere anu llilu bAl W A4tIN4a
my double and | resemble each other
Shortly thereafter buTly but quiet
iroffensive looking man FASTENED into
the parlor and greeted his Gamsel ou
she davenport. She took his arm coylE
and whispered something that caused
her escort TO look inquiyingly over TO-
ward Blair. II he expected a genial
response from the latter the cold glance
that met him must have been disap-
pOintment
well, do we look anything alike"
Blair asked his wife.
Certainly not" Mrs. Blair held Ter
artistoCratic head high with indignati1.
at the idea. q suppose it's just a stupid
story that you invented
If / were trying to be funny ! could
think Of something more humorous than
that" said her husband, as they went
on into the dining room.
Il should hope So, Yet. come 10 think
of it, there is a certain likeness in your
bearing Besides. he wears the same
peculiar cinnamon brown OvercOat that
you do
III give mine to the jaaitur tonight,
declared Blair as a load was removed
from his mind.