Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-24

a taxi; they dasnt-just that darned
Old clock"
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 knew Kitty
knew just what she was-knew just
what she had done-and would do,
perhaps. all through life. Dick lie
Roy was a 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 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-iust Kitty
You can't care for him-a wise
girl like you"
Cant II It's none of your bust
ness. anyway" said she in a pleas
antly offhand manner.
Jim rose with a flourish, and adj
dressed the floor.
Il 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? | wouldn't
look to be headlined on a bill with a
millionaire-but this mama's baby
graft is pretty punk. Mama will buy
baby all the candy baby Wants-gur
gle, gurgle"-he minced with sneer
that masqueraded for a laugh-"but
mama tightens up when it comes to
buying Paris hats for a soubrette."
He went over and took possession
of Kitiys hand. All the happy go
lucky laughter was gone out of his
smoothly featured young old face
now.
Kitty shook off his OBTAINING hand
and 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? Oh, cut out the bunk. Kitty!
Quit kiddin YOURSELF"
BY this time he had recovered his
poise, and the radiant smile that dis
closed his strong white teeth
Kitty spoke with impassioned ear
uestness.
"Diok, / wouldn't leave this boy if
he didn't have car fare-not yet, any
how-not till get the thing | want!"
Dick knew the devious ways of
"suubrettes'-and sraft-and black
mail
Lightly he asked. Are you figur-
ing you can make this boys father
pay"
In the short second before she an
swered Kitty stood staring back in-1
the past-back into one morning
month ago. She saw a sobbing girl
spurned in her pleading. She heard
that gin cry: 'Tll stick-I'm no
CRATER" She saw a strong man puT-
ting that girl aside at the moment
when he was forced out into the open.
She saw that girl flung back on her
self-saw her fan, shaken and trem-
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 like this
now-that you don't have to, I'll get
you. Charlie, don't make me hate you
Don't leave me--or ri get you. I'll
get you If It's the last thing ! ever
do"
And Kitty answered in hard tone
with far deeper meaning than Dick or
Jim could ever guess:
I'm going to make the boys father
pay
Dick was greatly relieved Here
was a game he could underestimate
thought he coul,
oh! / heard he was broke. hut
you'd know Of course. You wouldn'.
take any chances. Sorry said any
thing, Kitty. Your judgment is bound
to be O. k. l guess every fellow gets
soft once in a while
To BE Continued To- morrow.