Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-31

Which,, iliuetu, was largely gueSSWork on
his part
A high forehead and a mouth and
| chin of patriarchal mold gave an air
| of caste to an otherwise sweetly pretty
| face
BY Jove!' whispered the critic, "if
She sings as well as she looks ! may be
mistaken"
Her first song was Goring Thomas
"A Summer Night" Instantly it was
perceptible that her voice was true,
, the outpouring of a soul. In volume it
was In no way remarkable, but its
| melodious cadence was fresh, innocent,
virginia.. The notes were those of
joyous bird.
Arson, biased by other sentiments.
thought he had never heard her equal,
but his friend, after joining in his Wig
orous applause, gave him a douche of
accurate judgment.
The old story he growled, "a fine
artist retarded, perhaps spoiled, by the
need to make too early an appearance.
She wants a year in Milan, another
year with Randegger or Leoni, and
she might, if all went wen, become a
star
His hearer chafed inwardly, but only
hazarded the opinion that she was al
ready singer of rare intensity, while,
as for appearance -
"Ah, there you are right" was the
ready rejoinder. THE Gaiety is her
right place. She would be admirable in
light opera"
The conversation languished The
suggestion that Miss Atherley was best
fitted for the stage was displeasing to
Philippe scarce knew why.
The girl was given hearty encore,
and her next song was a simple, hui
morous little ballad about a miller and
maid. 1t was charmingly sung and
acted. The critic leaned back in his
chair and smiled at Philip with the in
dulgent air Of the man who says
81 told you So"
Soon Philip arose to go.
Good heavens, man. you do not in
tend to leave before Jowkacy plays the
suite in F minor?" queried his amazed
acquaintance.
Sorry. l have an engagement
He quilted the hall, his tall figure
riveting a good many eyes as he made
his way toward an exit. One man,
watching him from the gallery, smiled
cynically and arose at the same time.
Philip found the foyer to be practi.
cally deserted. He asked a policeman
on duty to call Mr.. Ansons car
riage from the ranks. and a footman
came, quickly running lest he had in
Cured a reprimand for not being on
the lookout for his master at the en-
trance.
In a very little time Miss Atheriey
appeared, and with her handsome, ell
derby lady, who was quite obviously her
mother The girl was radiant. She
never expected a cordial reception from
high class audience, such as gathered
to worship the violinist.
Mother, dear" she cried, this is Mr..
Arson, who very kindly came to my
assistance when a cabman gave me
some trouble last night"
Mrs. Atherley gave him pleasant
greeting, but turned to her daughter.
"Why didn't you tell me of any dis
pute when you returned home? You
know how nervous 1 am when you are
out at night"
The girl laughed merrily.
You have answered your own ques-
ton. carissima. That is precisely why
l did not tell you"
Miss Atherley was good enough to
permit me to meet you here after the
concert" put in Philip, 80 that l might
add my assurances to her own that the
affair was of no consequence. 1t is early
yet. Will you come with me for some
supper, and thus give me chance of
telling you how much l enjoyed your
daughters singing?"
Wise Philip. to pay court to the
mother
Mrs. Atherley, in no way deceived,
yet gratified by the Difference shown
to her, gave the girl a questioning
glance.
"Oh do let us go, mamma! L am
famished l candidly admit it. Mr.. An
son, have subsisted since luncheon
without a morsel
I'VE will be delighted began the
older lady, but her attention was at.
tracted by the footman holding open
the door of the carriage.
"Is that carriage yours?'' she said
to Philip.
Yes"
where do we SUPP"
AT the Savoy"
She flushed slightly.
mot the Savoy" she faltered.
why not, mother?' cried the girl,
spiritedly. "Mr Arson. my mother does
not care to meet associates of-of other
days. ! tell her she thinks too much
of these considerations. Why should
she fear to face them simply because
we are poor?"
81 think, Mrs. Atherley," he said,
quietly, that you are very rich, far
richer than many a mere de famille
we shall meet at the restaurant"
This neat compliment turned the
scale of the mothers hesitation. In
deed, she might well be proud Of her
beautiful daughter.
The two ladies seated themselves In
the luxurious landau with an ease that
showed familiarity, but Mrs. Atherley.
being a woman, could not help being
troubled in the matter OF dress.
1.-THE Savoy" she murmured, as the