Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-05


with qualm of disappointment was more than an
expression of limpid innocence; it radiation
of guileIess ecstatc devotion every time her eyes
turned toward Jack-and they seemed to glance
away only for the pleasure Of returning,
Candies nodded to Shag and Punk, then
frowned off Punk, evidently about to advance
to greet him and be introduced. Jealous, Ell?
said Punk to Shag in an undertone, with pleased
grin
Don't throw roses at yourself retorted Rey-
nolds "His bride ISM in set, and he don't pro-
pose to put her there. That's all .. Poor little
rabbit" he went on with gruff tenderness. ga
sport has poor enough chance. But, for Gods
sake, what chance has a sports wife got? Not
look-in. Respectable women won't herd with her,
and she won't herd with the other kind She travels
alone and hopes to God therell be no kids"
at is tough" said Wdener, in a strained embar-
raised way He knew about Shag's wife.-the beau
tifu respectable woman his good looks and fascinat-
ing ways had won and how she had stared for fifteen
years at just that unsoIvabe problem of the sports
wife and then had taken to drink and had died in
madhouse.
"Candless is dog" pursued Reynolds savagey,
after another long plying gaze at the poor little
rabbit" so radiant and loving and lovely. "-Un-
less he's going to give up gambling and live decent"
"Not he " laughed Widener Why, Jack Cand-
less couldn't live humdrum life any more than
hawk could settle down to a hen house and lay eggs
for preachers family"
Lots of EN- do" replied Reynolds. That's
where made my mistake But it took too
many years to learn it amt hqt you do but hoe you
do it that counts in this rotten world"
"That's the talk" said Punk. "What's fash
ionable society,""
Largely rich thieves and their kept women"
answered Shag 'Sport is honest toll beside whats
called big business nowadays. As for the women
For sale means responsibility; to let means the
other thing"
Soak en- Shay" cried Punk, hardly hearing
what the old sport saying, SO busy was ne with
his Irritation They sat silent until Candess, having
taken his bride to one of the most expensive suites
in the hotel came down alone and joined them.
"Anything doing?" inquired he, his tone careless
but his eyes eager.
Congratulations, Jack, said Widener. How'd
Won get married.?
BY the preacher" retorted Jack, CURLY. Then,
in more genial tone, "The lady isn't very we'll
took her up to see that she lay down." He glanced
uneasily from Shag to Punk, went on, with stern
hint in his Tone She don't know what kind OF life
lead. Wemarred couple of weeks ago-out home
in bit of a hurry, for reasons II not 90 into. But
here she is, and here am |. I'm going to make one
last play and-then, we'll see"
Shag shot triumphant glance at Punk; Punk
merely grinned- cynicism that reminded the elder
man how little there was in emotional resolutions.
"Well, you've struck the wrong place" growed
Reynolds, though his eyes were regarding young
Candless with kindliness that was almost tender.
1.-The lids on"
"The lids on" calculated Candless 50 startled
that he showed his dsmay.
Tight Since day before yesterday. All the
boys have put up shutters and gone-even the tin
horn gang Mullins is the only one that's doing
anything and he's under cover. The damn fool
He'll sure get pinChed"
'Shag and | are the last Of the push, said Punk,
land we're off for Broadway tonight