Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-02

He suggested that | open it,
The collector looked up, gravely. "Our rules
require payment in thirty days, miss. Your &C
count has already run over sixty. Unless YOU can
give us some definite assurances, I am afraid"
He paused, the unfinished sentence carving q
suggestion of unknown terrors.
"But-I-Mr. Borden told me- she hesitated
greatly confused After all, what was there that
she could say?
"Ot course, 1t you can arrange the matter with
Mr.. Borden" the collector replied, IT have nothing
to say. He has given me no instructions in the
matter [ work under orders from Mr. Graham
our manager. All accounts not paid in sixty DAYS
placed in my hands, unless special Instructions
are given We do not question your intention to
pay, Miss Moran We bring the matter to your
attention this way only because otherwise we could
not carry on our business I must either be able
to give the office some satisfactory assurances of
payment turn in the account as bad. In that
event it goes to our legal department" He rose
and carefully replaced notebook and pen in his
pocket. Perhaps you had better see Mr. Borden
himself, he concluded as he took up his hat ''He
is usually in his office from four until fve-thirty,
and from nine till eleven in the forenoon" With
grave politeness he bowed himself out
Emmy stood still by the parlor door, gazing,
vacantly after him. To be poor was such bitter
humiliating thing. She realized that she must see
Mr.. Borden-otherWise the whole matter would be
brought to her fathers attention, and her mother
would come in for the brunt of his wrath Yet
what could she say to him-except that she could
not pay. Perhaps he would let her have more
time would wait until she had secured position
and earned the money. She glanced at the clock
and that it half past three, then ran up the
steps and began hurriedly to dress.
Emmy did not stop to analyze the instinct which
caused her to use every effort to look her best She
was not going to Mr. Bordens office with any thought
of trying to fascinate him-the matter was merely
a business affair, yet she made her toilette with
greater care than she would have made it had she
been going to meet lover She felt that she must
make good impression; that ninety-nine women
out of hundred would do exactly as she was doing
under similar circumstances. Somewhere she had
read that no woman ever goes to to ask
favor without trying to look her prettiest without,
in TRUTH bringing all the powers of attraction to
her aid. Even at her immature age she had come
to the conclusion that beauty rarely fails to win,
with scarcely effort, the prizes for which homeli
ness, however worthy, strives in vain. Only the
day before she had SEEM in magazine an article
about beautiful Partisan woman, daughter of
dairyman whose soulful eyes and exquisite complex
ion had made her rich and famous, the companion
of artists, writer's and statesmen the wife of mil
lionaire. She thought of this while she was dressing
and wondered if she, too, possessed the divine fire.
She put on the grey dress. It was the first time
she had it during the day. but she felt that the
occasion justified it. She spent much time over her
hair, arranging it with elaborate She put just
the least bit of shadowy line under her eyes and
added deeper tone to her naturally well-penciled
eyebrows. She manicured her nails carefully and
dashed bit of violet powder inside her waist.
When she left the house she serene in that sense
Of security which always attends a woman when she
knows that she is looking her best.
She walked to the store rapidly and, by chance,
mot no one che knew. the were deserted on