Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-29
Published by Permission Of and Copyrighted
1918 by HEARsT's MAGAZINE.

Pubttahed BY permission OF anO SOpyTi8HtSu
1918 by HEARsT's MAGAZINE.
-HE three young men sat together in a
private box at the fashionable skating
rink It was Sunday afternoon the
music was inspiring; the ice was not too
crowded Yet all three seemed content to re-
main onlookers. They sat and watched one
OF their little coterie, and their faces grew
gloomier Only Knox, who had been over in
Paris for a fortnight, slipped mis- tea in con-
tentment and remained unimbued by the gen
eral depression.
You fellows don't seem very gay" he re-
marked presently.
How can we be gay" Sammy Forde replied
motioning with his head toward a passing
couple, with that to look at? Poor old Len!"
Knox put up his eyeglass and followed the
direction Of his friends gesture Il admit"
he sighed. that It is a somewhat depressing
sight TO see one of our own pals guilty Of such
q shocking breach of taste Why do you allow
II. you fellows2 Dash It all, supper room
would be bad enough, but here on Sunday
afternoon! Has Leonard gone out of his
senses"
They all began to talk at once, but Sammy
Bilenced them. Come" he said, for the mo-
ment had forgotten that Algy knows nothing
Of this. At the back of my head" he went on
slowly, Il still have an dea-don't laugh you
chaps-that Algy has brains. We will put him
IN possession Of the facts Who knows that an
calculation which has escaped us may not
present itself to his mightier intellect"
mot at your best, Sammy" Knox remarked
shaking his head
you know the young woman"
Knox nodded. Miss Rose Montressor, back
row Of the Hilarity, and not too sure OF her
place even there. loud, bold-ooking young
woman whom none Of us excepting Len have
ever spoken to, that ] know Of heard her
talking once. Her name may be Montressor,
but ] should say that she was born White.
chapel way"
your estimate OF the young woman" Sam
my Forde declared, brings you into line with
US. No doubt you are asking yourself then
the same questions which are driving us almost
crazy. Firstlv-why, In the name Of all that's
reasonable. is Leonard advertising himself here
on Sunday afternoon and at every other place
you can think of, with such a person? Sec
ondly, what in heavens name is the matter
with the fellow? He looks frightened to
DEATH
Have any Of you fellows tackled him about
it?n Knox asked.
'Done our best" Sammy Forde replied "He
only mumbled something about her being a
Jolly decent sort of girl, and ran on He's
given us the go-by altogether Comes in with
her late to supper and hangs about the theatre
purposely instead Of coming on first with
Just trick of his TO avoid us And all the
time as you know, he is engaged to Lily Hun
tingdon, one of the incest little girls in Lon
don. II she or any of her people come across
him with caricature like this, he's done for.
They relapsed into silence for a time, 81.
lence broken a little abruptly by Knox. rs
Leonard short of money. or anything Of that
sort?"
Not he" Sammy Forde answered "He is
up to his eyes in IT, though that wretched little
hussy must have cost him bit Her clothes
weren't fit 10 look at a month ago. Now she's
got sables like a duchess, hats like lamp
shades, and she reeks Of all the perfumes OF
the Burlington Arcade
Mighty queer business" Knox remarked
thoughtfully IN tackle Len first opportunity.
Haven't seen him since ] got back from Paris
so shall have excuse"
The couple whom they we're discussing
swung by at that moment The girl was dark
cold-visaged, over-dressed, and her unpleasant
voice and shrill laughter reached them like
Earring note She skated badly. and chung to
her companion. tall thin youth whose boy
ish and rather pleasant expression was married
just now by a curious tightening of all the
lines Of his face His eyes seemed to have
sunk He looked, Sammy Forde had re.
Gently declared, like the ghost OF himself
Something wrong there without doubt"
Knox decided finally. 1T must be investi-
gated"
Knox presented himself at Leonard Spend.
ler's rooms about half-past seven that even.