Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-26

N n ARCH 0.-Ne leave Tor Tne
MI north day after tomorrow, and
| think. in a way We are glad.
Tompkins wants to get back where he
may see an occasional friend; Rich
ards is worried because of Manette's
wardrobe, and Manette is experiencing
all child's eagerness to show her new
friend Sarah Hartman, the toys that
in a child's mind constitute home
There was a basket filled with SOFT
fluffy gray kittens when she left, and
she thinks they will still be kittens
when she returns. I heard her to-.
Sarah Rae of the swing under the trees
of the frost-covered cakes the cook
will make for their doll tea parties,
and she is never tired guessing what
the surprise can be which Mrs. Spen-
Ger wrote that she had for her.
Sarah Rae's greenish gray eyes opan
with wonder at enumeration of the
Joys that await her. Twice the age Of
her little hostess. she has become five
again in anticipation of that which the
migratory life her grandmother leads
has denied her. She has known no
home but that most dreary Of homes -
hotels-and the woman who has
dragged her around in this fashion has
never consulted the child's interest.
The resort where the water has magl-
cal properties for restoring youtl
means more to her than place that
suits the youth in her care.
Sarah Rae is not the only neglected
child in Manette's circle of friends.
There is Alice Brown. whose forsaken
look when the children make their
plans haunts me. But to include hec
would mean continued intimacy with
her mother, and that ! know is not for
the best
A Man Unafraid.
1t is unfortunate that those with al
truistic schemes for the welfare Of
children have no way of reaching the
children of wealthy parents. 1t is easy
to reach the poor and motherless. and
often (and for this statement would
be burned at the stake II the mothers
heard mel the child without mother
is more fortunate than the child around
whose neck is hung that milestone
called mother love.
March 6.-I am going home to-mor-
row. There, under Mrs. Spencer
wing, ! will escape all. mothers OF
marriageable daughters; can rest
from the pursuit of all widows; l can
forget in short, that / am collection
of money bags.
It was the feeling that | am so near
shelter that made me reckless and dar-
ing this morning ] would hunt the
widow I thought; l would prove to her
that I am man unafraid. / would
give myself the pleasure of an hour
alone with her, something ! had stu
diously avoided for the last en- days.
[ had no trouble In locating her. She
was sitting alone In a remote corner q.
the wide veranda, and vacant chaiT
stood beside her. In this way the
widow had often hunted me.
She looked particularly pretty all II
white. | thought as I smoked and lis
tened TO her humorous remarks abou;
the other guests at the hotel My cigar
was good. the morning was perfect.
she had a charming voice and just
enough wit to be entertaining, and l
felt that the gods were good to me Ia
giving me such a pleasing glimpse Of
danger before bidding II final fare
well. | was so sure of myself!
when" asked Mrs. Brown, looking
idly off toward the water, will l see
this Mrs. Spencer you said was coming
down to look me over?'
"She is not coming"
'Why2" a little coolly.