Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-26

M north day after tomorrow and
l think. in a way, we are glad.
Tompkins wants to get back where he
may see an occa sional friend; Rich
ards is worried because of Manette's
wardrobe. and Manette is experiencing
all a child's eagerness to show her new
friend. Sarah Hartman, the toys that
in a child's mind constitute home"
There was a basket filled with soft,
fluffy gray kittens when she left, and
she thinks they will still be kittens
when she returns. I heard her TEL.
Sarah Rae of the swing under the trees,
of the FROST covered cakes the cook
will make for their doll tea parties,
and she is never tired guessing what
the surprise can be which Mrs. Spen-
Ger wrote that she had for her.
Sarah Rae's greenish gray eyes open
with wonder at enumeration Of the
lows that await her. Twice the age of
her little hostess. she has become five
again in anticipation Of that which the
migratory life her grandmother leads
has denied her. She has known no
home but that most dreary of homes
hotels-and the woman who mas
dragged her around in this fashion has
never consulted the child's interest.
The resort where the water has magi-
cal properties for restoring youth
means more to her than a place That
suits the youth in her care.
Sarah Rae is not the only neglected
child in Manettes circle of friends.
There is Alice Brown, whose forsaken
look when the children make their
MANS haunts me- But to include her
would mean continued intimacy with
her mother, and that I know is not for
the best
A Man Unafraid.
1t Is unfortunate that those with al
trujstic schemes for the welfare OF
children have no way Of reaching the
children Of wealthy parents. 1t is easy
| To reach the poor and motherless, and
often (and for this statement l would
he burned at the stake IL the mothers
heard mel the child without mother
is more fortunate than the child around
whose neck is hung that milestone
called mother love.
March 6-I am going homo to-mor-
row. There, under Mrs. Spencer's
wing. will escape all mothers OF
marrIageable daughters; l can rest
from the pursuit of all widows; l can
forget In short. that l am a collection
of money bags.
! II was the feeling that I am so near
shelter that made me reckless and dar-
ing this morning l would hunt tha
widow. I thought; / would prove to her
that I am a man unafraid. l would
give myself the pleasure of an hour
alone with her, something 1 had stu
diously avoided for the last en- days.
I had no trouble in locating her. she
was sitting alone in a remote corner ~
the wide veranda, and a vacant chair
stood beside her. In this way the
widow had often hunted me-.
She looked particularly pretty all IN
white. I thought as l smoked and lis
tened TO her humorous remarks about
the other guests at the hotel. My cigar
was good, the morning was perfect.
she had a charming voice and just
enough wit to be entertaining, and
felt that the gods were good to me In
giving me such pleasing glimpse OF
danger before bidding 1t final fare
well I was so sure of myself!
when" asked Mrs. Brown, looking
idlv off toward the water, will l see
this Mrs. Spencer you said was coming
down to look me overY'
"She is not coming"
'rUhy2" a little cOOlly.