Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-20
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
Dramatic Story of High Society Life in Nequ York


Dick might have answered .eNo hut
l know Kitty"
what ne did say was: mo. but got
sort OF speakin' acquaintance with
the sex. I guess your mother would
laugh herself to death if she ever heard
mine eatin' soup But when il comes
TO skirt buttin' in, they'd both make
the same weight all right. There's lots
OF dinerence between women, Ken. onIv
the trouble is-it's so blamed hard to
find ri"
You may be right. Mother has the
conventions OF her order NobIesse
| oblige'
Whatever that Isl"
This was Kens morning for oratoricaI
flights. He went on:
And / can't offend her. l am abb
solutely dependent on her now and
there has-has been trouble in the
family-snd she hasn't very much
money Not that that matters-after a
little while. I want to work! I don't
care anything about money-and 1 don't
believe Kitty does. either"
Dick choked-then spoke hastily:
Got something in my pipes-cold, /
guess. How long will you be gomez"
Half an hour. It's only two blocks,
Why don't you so and get Kitty and
bring her over to lunch? Do you think
she would Gomez"
, why not?-she eats" said Dick in a
matter Of fact tone
Good! Potter' Potter" Then to
Potter, who came from the ask of maxi
ing up the prodigars long slept-in bed.
he added: Lunch in an hour-for
| three. Show me what you can do, Pot
ter. Something a lady will like"
! "A lady, sir7' queried Potter in a
| very questioning tone.
| Miss May
Yes, sir; cham pa gne sir"
! Ken picked up hat and stick. put
| his sadly depleted pocketbook in his
,, pocket and removed theretrom q bulge
consisting OF one pair Of sixteen button
gloves
Hello! Kitty's! Old ones! Throw
them out. Potterr'
NIX! She'll need 'em," remarked Mr.
LIE Roy, stepping forward to the res
cue.
Jaw. out it, Dick. They are badly
wrinkled. I'll buy her dozen pair.
Come on" said young Nelson with a
very young manner
| AS he stepped into the hall, there
was a sudden change in the atmos-
| phere.
That boy began Potter in angry
disguest
And then because the conviction that
| the boy was white" had dawned on
! Dick lie Roy a few minutes before, the
| whole story OF the house of Nelson
changed Its course at this moment But
| for that one moment when Dick spoke
| his slangy words that made for fair
play, who knows what would have come
to Ken Nelson--snd to Kitty May?
| Dick spoke sharply 70 Potter.
"cheesei II he's got anyone-any-
where. that's GOT any nut on 'er,-uei
himH TELL HIM THE KIDS oaEAs.
ING A BOARD TO SLIDE HIMSELF
TO HELLW
! Dick rushed from the room. But he
had still part TO play in the life OF
young Ken Nelson!
Potter stood thinking a moment.
| Then he got tho telephone book. found
number, and standing respectfully,
| the old servant called the Alpine apart
ments and in voice trembling with all
! the suppressed, emotion a we'll trained
servant is never supposed to feel, ne
spoke to Charles Nelson of his SON
Hello! Plaza iii? Mr.. Charles Mel
son? Hello! Mr.. Nelson. this is Pot
| ter. Oh. thank you. sir. Ever since
Mrs. Nelson left the city I have, at
her request, been with Mr.. Kenneth.
| Yes. sir. No. sir. They call 1t Bo-
| hemian hotel 1 shouldn't like to say
what call 1t, sir. No, sir. No. sir. II
may be grave presumption on my part,
Mr. Nelson, but something must be done
about Mr.. Kenneth. Yes, sir. Drink
, ing very heavily, sir; and"
| The old mans voice threatened to be-
! come far too husky TO carry over the
phone His hands, grown wrinliled and
old in faithful service, almost refused
| to keep the phone before the trembling
I and twisting old mouth. But Potter
| quoted his tangled nerves. He was a
soldier, not servant, now.
Potter's Appeal.