Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-04-14
He Had a
Double

DLAIR had just put on his hat and
was on the point of leaving the
- cafe, vixen a heavy hand fell an
his shoulder and a hearty voice shouted
in his ear, Hello. jenkins! Going to
meet with the boys tonight"
He turned and faced a jovial looking
man whom he did not remember having
ever seen before. who do you tbipE
amp" he snapped. MY name !,
Blair
The other looked surprised, then
skeepish. 'Scuse me" he APOLOGIZE
Il thought you were friend OF mine
You're just his build. But, come 10
look closer, your hair is darker than
his"
Haughtily Blair stalked out. having
gathered an unfavorable impression of
his double from the unpublished manner
of his protested friend. Further. il
rather CALLED him not to be able to
choose his own double, for Blair prided
himself on the irreproachable character
of his friends, as well as his own i'm
/ peccability.
He soon forgot the matter, however.
and was thoroughly surprised a few
! days later when he was again accosted
by a stranger. He was hanging by
the strap of a crowded elevated train.
4 when some one at his elbow murmured.
Say, Henry, could you lend me a ten
spot? I'm broke"
/ Now, Henry was Biairs first name.
J He looked about sharply, but when he
/ saw the man who had spoken he paid
no further heed. But the voice persist
I ed You amt goin' to turn down an
1 OIL fren', are you?" There was reproach,
nay, grief. in the tones.
] Blair looked down and into the plead
7 ing face of a shabby little old man who
was evidently a down-at- the heels.
musty old sport
What do you meant" he exploded.
by asking me to lend you money? l
never saw you before.
The sporty person opened his red
trimmed eyes wide with surprise. SAY,
homes, ! though you was jenkins" he
explained. You're the dead image Of
him. ONLY guess, his face is kinder
redder n yourn."
Blair's poor opinion Of Jenkins inn
mediately grew many shades darker
and to the same extent he felt himself
insulted From the several encounters
and from the various greetings he had
( received he surmised that Jenkins and
his friends were not OF the elite, as
Blair liked to think that he and his
were.
one day at noon he entered one Of the
. .v,o of = hot
had agreed to meet Mrs Blair Before
he even caught sight Of his wife in the
opposite corner Of the room, a 100 FASH
ionably attired young woman arose from
a davenport near the door and addressed
him
Now, Henry, you might We come
sooner. I've been waiting
Blair looked unrecognizingly at her
His discomfort lasted but q moment
however for she interrupted herself
with an exclamation Of distress. "Oh,
beg pardon. I thought You was Mr.
jenkins, a gentleman friend Of mine
Stoopid of me. for his eyes are brown"
There was a flush Of annoy ance in
Blair's gray eyes as he crossed over
to his wife. II seem to have a double,
he told her, though his hair. eyes and
face do not quite match mine. Besides.
unlike me, he's not punctual. I'm go
ing to wait here and find out wherein
my double and / resemble each other
Shortly thereafter a burly but quiet.
inoffensive looking man FASTENED into
the parlor and greeted his damsel ON
he davenport She took his arm cuylg
and whispered something that caused
her escort to look inquiringly over To-
ward Blair. If he expected a genial
response from the latter the cold glance
that met him must have been disap-
pCintment.
Wei. do we look anything alike?"
/ Blair asked his wife.
/ Certainly not" Mrs Blair held her
artistocratic head high with indignation
at the idea. Il sunpose,ir's just stupid
story thar you invented
IF l were trying to be funny | could
think of something more humorous than
that" said her husband, as they went
on into the dining room.
Il should nope So, Yet, come TO think
OF it, there is a certain likeness IN your
bearing. Besides. he wears the same
peculiar cinnamon brown overccat that
you do.
'"GH give mine to the ianigor tonight
declared Blair. as lead was removed
from his mind