Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-01
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the Ballet
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TOlcu dCIOoS Tic )dVclllcIll uIIO gutter,
she gave little cry of dismay.
"Oh, heavens, there goes my cartwheel
Oh, don't let me lose it! | want it for that
horse!"
The stranger with annoying promptitude
rescued the coin and restored it to her.
eff you want to back horse, I'm your
man, he said. " I'm bookmaker"
Jenny posed herself on the dilemma 5
horns Here was certainly new omen, and
though she disliked the young man, it
seemed foolish to spurn such divine creden-
tials. Jenny compromised with the un-
canny situation by accepting on behalf of
herself and Irene the strangers invitation to
drink a cup of coffee.
The lights of the restaurant did not i'm
prove the personal appearance of Mr.. Harold
Jawson-slch was the name vouchsafed for
by the young mans card-nor on the card
itself could Jenny detect any announcement
of his willingness to accept money for horses
She pondered the card for moment and
then began her Cross-examination.
1T doesn't say anything here about
horses. 1t only says down in the corner,
We're, Ogilvy and Co., Commission
Agents. ;"
That's my firm" explained lawson.
Mr. Ogilvy is one of the largest operators
in the world. No limit Place betting when
the favorite starts at odds OH"
"Chuck it, interrupted Jenny. 81
can't understand half what you're saving,
but supposing | say I've put five shillings
on Pink Dress for the Derby, what will
happen?'
Mr.. lawson consulted pocket book.
Pink Dress, chestnut filly by Dandy out
of Strawberries and Cream, owner Lord
| Ernest FawCett"
Finally, Notwithstanding many nudges
from Irene, she asked Mr.. lawson to accept
her hve-shilling- piece.
If Pink Dress wins" said Mr.. lawson
you'll get fI2 los. Only of course yol
understand you're backing an outsider anc
speaking for myself think you're throwing
away hard-carned money. When shall
have the pleasure of seeing you two ladies
again?"
"Give me your card first There's nc
bluff about this?" Jenny suddenly asked
piercing MIR. Jawson's haccidity with he
shrewd sparkling eyes.
Bluff, my dear girl? Why what art
you talking about? We're, Ogilvy and Co
have got a reputation all over the world
What's five shillings to them? And now
by the way, am | going to see you two
little girls homer" inquired Mr.. Lawson
suddenly assuming that possessive nastines
common to his class.
Yes, if you've got a telescope" said Jen
ny. "You can see us right to our DOORS"
Mr.. lawson was shaken off at the Picca.
dilly underground Station; and during the
roaring journey northwards to Kings Cross
Irene tried to point out to Jenny the waste
fulness of entrusting hve-shilling- pieces tt
Mr. lawson. But the gambler was already
in dreams walking through the sunshine il
her new, pink dress; and Irene was not
needed. Sister May was awakened violent
ly that Jenny might tell her of the wonderful
frock that was to be bought.
"Who wants to hear about your ole
clothes at this time of night?" growled May
"You have a nerve to go waking people uI
with your jabber. You don't never wake me
up to tell me you've bought me something
| | notice"
Jenny, undismayed by her sisters scorn
pirouetted through her undressing anc
1oated out into sleep on the lightest feather
of the great down pillow that pulled GU,
its dreamy bulk on either side of her rose
leaf cheeks and ripping hair
Every day for week, the intending
wearer pondered anxiously the passers-by
who seemed to covet her frock, which still
remained the feature in Madame Eugene
popular window. Sometimes Jenny couc
scarcely refrain from nudging an onlooker
and whispering Not that one. | shouldn't
have that pink one, if | was you Blues
your color, miss" The week was over