Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
N The HIGH COST or LIVING"
A Bachelor S
Diary
By MAX.

~ EPTEMBER 3.-CBeing in the form
of a letter which I will write to
~ Sally Spencer. who is away off in
Paris getting served with garlic in the
restaurants, when in her very best
French she had ordered ice cream. and
who is enjoying herself in other ways
of foreign travel. said to be SO educa-
4 tional, while l, who dares to love her,
am I'D here in the north woods at home
eating calomel and quiuine out of the
hands of a distractingly pretty nurse,
which in its way is also educational,
sometimes fatally so, and which-this
time I mean the letter. don't intend to
send her and by her 1 mean Sally
Spencer-and all of which is rather in
coherent, but I would like to see the
, color of the blood in the mans veins
who could write coherently with a dis
tractingly pretty nurse lowering about
him, holding his hand longer than it
requires to take his temperature, and
changing his pillows every few minutes,
managing to hold his head in the soft
corner of her shoulder while she does
it, and giving him from morning till
night and from night till morning and
especially the latter, a sympathy he
hasn't enjoyed since he ran. as a boy,
to his mother with sore toe, ana
which-the sympathy, not the sore toe
is so enveloping and soothing that the
coIdest- blooded man would forget that
he is a millionaire and that love Is al
ways for sale, and which-and this
time 1 mean this introduction-is so
long that it IS taking up the time
intended to spend in writing to Sally.)
September IL used to complain
that the nurse was so very mechani.
cal IN her sympathy and attention, but
she is growing more like a human and
less like a machine every day. Now
last night when l was having one of
| those paroxysms Of pain in the back of
my neck. she rubbed it with both hands
with my face pressed against her Shout
der when she did it, ana then, when
it seemed a little better. and she had
put my head back on the pillow, she
| bent over and kissed me.
September 81 see plainly that !
will have to have a relapse. The doc
tor, who came W to see me yesterday,
says that in few weeks l win be able
to travel home. and that he will take
my nurse away, needing her on some
case Of ten sylabIes and d postscript,
and which can not be as interesting as
my case I asked her if she wanted 10
leave me and she said that II l con
tiuued to get better she would have to.
She argues she is doing nothing for
me that Richards can't do as well, and
I say that isn't true That kiss, for
instance If Richards had given it to
me-but she went off into another
| laugh, and l didn't complete the SEN
tence
| Il am thinking" I added. rather in
I jured in feelings, "of asking Richards
to marry me. She is so thoroughly
| GOOD"
And that" she interrupted, rs the
! reason you will never ask her to marry
! you. Men worship saints, but they
] don't marry them Ever know that all
/ the saints were old maids?"
September 81 haven't written that
| letter to Sally yet, keeping busy these
| days devising some scheme for keep
! ing my nurse with me. l know of one
! way; but l want to keep her because
| of her devoted attention to me, and il
/ she were my wife she wouldn't give
J 1t. Marriage would mean I would have
| to engage another nurse, and my wife
| would see to it that she isn't good
! looking