Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-15
Rosalind's Ruse

She sank gracefully into the chair he
dragged forward, facing the light
Her complexion stood the test OF
course, he had known II would; but he
was one Of those men who prefer to
test their theories when possible
Leaning back IN his chair. long legs
crossed with nonchaIant ease. he re-
garded her under lowered eyelids, with
skill born Of much practice.
Il wonder II ] could do some work for
The Crown Rosalind Ames was say
ing. Her voice was soft and rather
low, but very distinct
II was the sort Of voice one liked 10
listen TO. 80 the editor decided. And
he let her talk.
Before she left Scale had promised 70
give her literary efforts careful cOnsid-
Grafton Reluctantly he said Good
by" to his fair caller
Very Enterprising.
Miss Ames. besides being pretty,
proved entcrprising A story bearing
her name arrived the next morning.
Richard Scale read II, and It irritated
him strangely. But, among other let
tiers. his typist inscribed the follow
ing.
Dear Miss Ames-I have read your
story with interest, and much regret
that Il does not strike me as quite
the thing for The Crown. However,
think IL is capable Of alteration, and
if you can come tomorrow afternoon
I shall be glad TO talk it over with
you"
And he remained hers truly.
Next day she called and her visit
on this occasion lasted nearly half an
hour. thereby causing much fuming on
the part Of other contributors, forcibly
entrapped IN the salubrious atmosphere
Of the waiting room
At length Richard Scale. having re
membered that She must leave sooner
or later, allowed her to depart, bearing
a typewriter Ms in her mum and
brain seethng with words of encour-
agement. commentator and emenda.
ton.
The story was accepted, pounded into
shape on the editorial table. duly TO
burst into the glory Of print And
offices Of The Crown. How could
she help II? Work had to be dis
cussed
one day. as Scale sat smoking,
while stack Of manuscripts Ian
guished, unread, at his elbow, the Of
ace boy appeared and extended a card
Mr.. Gator Calls.
''R A. Gator" read the editor Ca
tor? Cator2 Who is OH l remem-
bert Yes. TIT see him now
The boy vanished Two minutes fled
into eternity. Then Rosalind Ames
opened the door
Perturbed and horribly annoyed. he
rose
How d'you do'" he began, half
stammeriug
'I-er-I wanted to see you, but III
have 20 ask you to wait half sec
ond They ought not to have sent
you up There's a man coming now.
I must see him-an old promise. WIN
you--er-"
You don't understand" said Rosa
lind Ames. her eyes unusually bright
f"
Yes. yes" interrupted the wielder
Of blue pencils. Il quite understand.
and I'll see you directly the gentle
man is gone"
Rosalind Ames looked him straight
I'm the face and laughed
"No you won't she said. You see,
I'm r. A. Cator!'
"Youl YOU"
Yes May SIT down? Thanks
Don't look so horribly scared I'm H,
a. Gator. Are you 'Angry?" Her tone
was anxious
Angry Oh, no. but why. please7''
I'm Rosalind Ames Gator. and |
wanted 10 be a writer, and every one
told me that I should get on much
quicker as man | had a bet with
a friend that Rosalind Ames would get
a story accepted before r. 4. Gator.
SO ! worked under two names. When
l used my initials every editor SEEM
ed to take it for granted that l was
man. You remember that letter you
wrote me? 1t began. Dear Mr.. Gator,
lie started gripping his chair arm
by Jove, So it did,"
well. you wouldn't accept the work
of r. A. Gator" continued the girl.
$50 l thought I'd try my luck as my
self ] came 90 see you. and YOU were
very kind. Stories that have been re-
turned to r. A. Gator have brought
checks TO Rosalnd Ames l made up
my mind TO win my bet, and then give
up journalism. Well, l won. with your
help. Now do YOU understand"
A 10.