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

You don't know my mother"
Dick might have answered. mo but
know Kitty"
Nhat ne did say was: mo. but | got
sort of speakin' acquaintance with
the sex. l guess your mother would
laugh herself to death if she ever heard
mine eatin' soup But when it comes
to skirt buttin' in, they'd both make
the same weight all right There's lots
OF difference between women, Ken, onlv
the trouble is-it's so blamed hard to
find i'll"
You may be right. Mother has the
conventions of her order. Noblesse
oblige"
/ Whatever that is"
! This was Ken's morning for oratorica,
! flights. He went on:
And | can't offend her. I am alb
solutely dependent on her now. and
! there has-has been trouble in the
| family-and she hasn't very much
money. Not that that matters-after q
little while. l want to work! l don't
care anything about money-and l 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 go and get Kitty ant
bring her over to lunch? Do you think
she would Gomez"
, Why not?-she eats" said Dick in g
matter of fact tone.
Good! Potter! Pottern' Then tc
| Potter, who came from the ask of max.
ing up the prodigaIs long slept-in bed
| he added Lunch in an hour-fol
three. Show me what you can do, Pot.
ter. Something lady will like"
! "A lady, sir?" queried Potter in 6
very questioning tone.
! Miss May"
| Yes, sir; champagne. sir"
Ken picked up hat and stick, pur
I his sadly depleted pocketbook in hi:
, pocket and removed therefrom a bulge
consisting of one pair of sixteen buttor
gloves
Hello! Kitty's! Old ones! Throw
them out. Potter"
NIX! She'll need EN-" remarked Mr.
lie Roy, stepping forward to the res
cue.
Jaw. cut it, Dick. They are badly
| wrinkled. I'll buy her a dozen pair
Come on" said young Nelson with E
very young manner.
AS he stepped into the hall. Their,
was a sudden change in the atmos
phere
10
DISGUST. =
! And then because the conviction tina
! the boy was white" had dawned or
! Dick lie Roy few minutes before, tn,
whole story of the house of Nelso,
/ changed its course at this moment. Blu
for that one moment when Dick spok,
his slangy words that made for fail
play. who knows what would have com,
| to Ken Nelson-and to Kitty May?
, Dick spoke sharply to Potter.
"cheese If he's got anyone-any
where that's cot any nut on 'em-ae
himH TELL HIM THE KIDS GREAs
] ING A BOARD TO SLIDE HIMSELF
TO HELLw
Dick rushed from the room. But h,
l'e'' sun q bdi " pay IN t1e lie o
young Ken Nelson!
Potter stood thinking a moment
| Then he got the telephone book. foun,
a number, and standing respectfully
the old servant called the Alpine apart
ments and in a voice trembling with al
the suppressed. emotion well trained
servant is never supposed to feel, ht
spoke to Charles Nelson of his son.
Hello Plaza I'LL? Mr.. Charles Mel.
som Hello! Mr.. Nelson, this is Pot,
ter. Oh. thank you. sir. Ever since
Mrs Nelson left the city I have, a
her request, been with Mr.. Kenneth
Yes, sir No, sir. They call it 30.
hemian hotel. I shouldn't like to say
what | call it, sir, No, sir, No, sir. L
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 wrnllled ant
old in faithful service, almost refused
to keep the phone before The trembling
and twisting old mouth. But Potter
quoted his tangled nerves He was q
, soldier, not a servant, now.
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