Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-24
TINS sodden old soul was bitter.
That darned old clock" made
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TINS sodden old soul was bitter.
That darned old clock" made
~ graft almost too complicated a
thing to his feeble intellect.
Suddenly Dick spoke in a. tone OF
genuine feeling. He lncws Kitty
knew just what she Was-kneW just
what she had Gone-and would do,
perhaps, all through life. Dick lie
Roy was gaudy souled, gaudily
dressed song and dance artist
Kitty was-well. Kitty! And to Dick
lie Roy she was-the girl he wanted.
Kitty What's the use? You're on
dead one, and you're most broke!
This kids a simp, and he's only a
piker, Kitty, why don't YOU lose
him"
Jim coughed and lit one of "the
piker's" cigars.
Kitty's eyes took a far away look.
Never mind" said Miss Kitty May
firmly.
Dick leaned across the table He
could forget that Jim was there-he
could forget anything but that Kitty
was-tust Kitty.
you can't care for him-a wise
girl like you"
Cant /? It's none of your bust
antly offhand manner.
Jim rose with a flourish, and adj
dressed the floor
q can't read without my glasses.
Dicks gettin' mushy again. He al
ways was stuck on you
Dick turned on him with rising pas
sion.
We'll? What about It? l wouldn't
lock to be headlined on a bill with a
milionaire-but this mama's baby
graft is pretty punk! Mama viii buy
baby all the candy baby wants-gur-
gle gurgle"-he minced with a sneer
that masqueraded for a laugh-"but
mama tightens up when it comes to
buying Paris hats for soubrette."
He went over and took possession
Of Kitty's hand. All the happy go
lucky laughter was gone out of his
smoothly featured young old face
now.
Kitty shook off his OBTAINING hand
ana jumped up angrily.
You look out what you say" she
snarled
Dick backed off in honest astonish-
ment.
my Gawd. Say, Kitty. what are
you? On, cut out the bunk, Kitty!
Quit kiddin' Yourself"
BY this time he had recovered his
poise and the radiant smile tha- dis
closed his strong white teeth.
Kitty spoke with imprisoned ear
nestness.
"Cick, | wouldn't leave this boy IL
he Didn't have car fare--not yet, any
how--not tiII get the thing | want!"
Dick knew the devious ways Of
"soubrettes graft-and black
mail.
Lightly he asked: Are you igur-
ing YOU can make this boys father
pay?'
In the short second before she an
swered Kitty stood staring back in-o
the past-back into one morning a
month ago. She saw sobbing girl
ypurned in her pleading, She heard
that girl cry: I'm stick-Tm no
grafter.". She saw a strong man pur-
ting that girl aside at the moment
when he was forced out into the opel.
She saw that girl flung back on her
self-saw her fall, Shaken and trenl-
bling, into a massive chair while the
man she longed for swung heavy
doors between her life and his-and
was gone Gone out of her love-bUt
not out of her life Not yet, Charles
Nelson! She heard that girls burn
ing VOW: IF you leave me Ike this
now-that you don't have to, I'll get
YOU. Charlie, don't make me hate you
Don't leave me--or I'll get you. I'll
get you if it's the last thing / ever
do"
And Kitty answered in a hard tone,
with far deeper meaning than Dick or
Jim could ever guess:
I'm going to make the boys fathe"
--pay,"
Dick was greatly relieved, Here
was a game he could understand Or
thought he cOul
"Oh! | heard he was broke. but
you'd know, OF course You WoUldut
take any chances. Sorry | said any
thing, Kitty Your judgment is bound
TO be .. *. ! guess every fellow gets
soft once In a while"
To Be Continued Tomorrow.