Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-17

~ II Is not Sterillzed. and the brown
eyed pup plunges in with us-we run
BACK TO the house, get into our clothes
and are as hungry as wolves for
breakfast, which is always ready at Z
Mr.. and Mrs. Allen eat with US. I
insisted on that. l felt that it would
do US good, and, perhaps. if I succeed
IN keeping from them the knowledge
that l am very wealthy man we
VIII not hurt them. | have noticed
with some sadness that the man who
mas much. be he ever so modest and
simple In his tastes. can't associate
with those who have little without
finally awakening in the breasts of
lhose VINO have little touch of envy.
II is as if the rich man stirred A
Wltch's cauldron, and the smoke from
It contaminated the spirit of Justice
and contentment of ali the poor who
came near.
To them l am Max Blake, engaged
in clerical employment and broken
down through overwork. and Manette
Is an orphan niece. l sometimes see
a look of wonder on their faces when
Manette prattles of Richards. her
nurse; Tompkins, who takes her on
ner pony, and at other times in her
limousine; of Mary, the cook, and of
the two or three maids around the
house. II occurs to me at UGH TINES
that they are penetrating through our
disguise.
Our breakfast is simple, but whole
some and well cooked. and we enjoy
1t. After breakfast Manette takes a
nap and read till she awakens. Then
we wander around till dinner. and
sometimes Mrs. Allen packs a dinner
Tor US and we go off to the woods 10
eat It, spending the entire afternoon
out in these spicy pine woods, away
from everything and everybody, find
ing life is happiest under the condl-
lions when a dogs chase after a rab-
bit Is it's most exciting event.
In the Evening.
In the evening Manette sits in my
lap on the porch. with the brown
eyed pup lying at my feet, and l ran
sack my brain for every fairy story I
ever knew, and often. oh. SO often,
Diary, | talk to her about Elizabeth,
the little brown eyed girl who went
home.
Who" said Mrs. Allen one day Of
Manette, lis this Elizabeth l hear
your uncle talk about?"
she is my sister" said Manette,
and she has gone home"
Gone homer said Mrs. Allen.
What do you mean. child?"
She has gone home" replied Man
cite. She was, oh, so sick, and Aunt
Sally took Cae way, way off, and when
we got back. Lisbeth had gone home. ="
Your two little nieces were of the
same name as those little girls whose
pictures have been in the papers so
much" Mrs. Allen remarked to me one
day later; Elizabeth and Manette
H There, l almost gave the
name away. have never trusted it
even in your ears, Diary!
They are not uncommon Names" /
replied
And Elizabeth died just as your
little girl died" she unused, without
noticing my interruption.
Diary, the disguise is getting so thin
the light is breaking through!
To go on with the story of our
routine:
We are in bed before 8. for the days
are snort in these twilighted woods,
and we sleep sound all night.
'Twilighted" has a strange look to
me; but l am glad l haven't row upon
row of encyclopedias, reference books
and dictionaries up here staring me
reproachfully in the face because I
don't look to see if have any author
ity for using it.
And that is all these rows of en-
cyclopedias, dictionaries and reference
books do for a man-shame him.
Every addition to such shelves is a
rebuke to him for being too lazy to
investigate. When l get home l will
burn mine.