Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-01
American Sunday Monthly Magazine Section


Tuesday found, her frock still there, and
Jenny felt entitled to interview Madame
and beg her to keep the dress for her until
tomorrow evening, for tomorrow was
Derby Day and to-morrow's dusk would
spin real gold for Jenny. In the dressing
room at the theater, in the wings, in the
stage entrance there was buzz of specula-
ton about the mighty horse-race, and Jenny
heard with condescending interest that
Pink Dress had an outside chance after
all and now stood at 100 to 7. This worried
her until she ascertained from Dick, the
stage-dOor keeper, that she was "on" at
so to I, and still good to win fI2 los.
Funny thing you haven't seen your
friend the bookie, said Irene mot since
you gave him that cartwheel. wonder if
if he's boted with it and gone gay in Paris"
II expect he's busy" said Jenny. But
there was note of anxiety in her voice.
:" wish we could get someone to take us
to the Derby tomorrow. I'd like to see
my horse VIM"
g | wonder you bother anyone about it"
said Irene. 81 wouldn't if was so positive
as you are"
Outside in the court that night Jenny
and Irene failed to find an escort to EPSON
Races, which made Jenny very pessimis-
tic about the future of youthful gaiety.
IL think Londons terribly quiet from
what it used to be" she deplored. "There
doesn't seem to be anybody to do anything"
Notwithstanding the Derby there was
rehearsal next morning at the Orient which
lasted right into the afternoon. About four
o'clock the girls came trooping out of the
theater tired and wan in the dusty, June
sunlight. Suddenly across the road ap-
peared boys with pink newspapers who
shouted Derby winner! Derby winner"
Jenny in her excitement almost ran into
half-a-dozen vehicles before she reached
the opposite side of the street to thump upon
his urgent back one of the noisy newsboys.
Come on, young Caruso, let's have
paper and don't run SO fast or you'll get
there before your news
All down the street groups of young men
were cracking eagerly the f1imsy paper to
find out who had won.
"Oh dear, oh DEAR" cried Jenny. 81
can't make out what's won"
Pink Dress won," said the paper boy
grabbing his penny and hurrying away to
shout the news of the result all down
Piccadily.
Hes fooling you, said Irene sceptically.
"Why should he?" gasped Jenny. "He
doesn't know | bet on Pink Dress. Any
way I've found it now Here you are!
Pink Dress won by four lengths from Cairo"
"And now all you've got to do is to get
your money from Spots, said Irene.
"He1l be round tonight, you'll see,"
exclaimed Jenny confidently.
However after the performance there was
no sign of the bookmaker's clerk, though
Jenny, who had gathered together a crowd
of girls to behold her triumphant acceptation
of the gold, vowed to find him.
Anyway I've got the rotter's card and
tomorrow morning I'm going up to his
office If anyone here thinks Jenny Pearl is
going to be done by him, they're very much
mistaken"
The girls buzzed indignation and en-
couragement.
:" 1t is a bit of all right, isn't it to win
money and then not be paid? call it
shame! Can't you complain to the police?
| don't see where it's different from picking
pockets
So the comments battered like raindrops
above the heavy, London traffic.
Jenny was coldly practical in her manner
of dealing with the situation, and turned
back to the stage door to find out from Dick,
the janitor, the address of We're, Ogilvy and
Co., Commission Agents. AS for Irene,
however often she reiterated her PRESENT.
ment of Jawson's dishonesty, she was
staunchly determined to aid her friend in
the attack next morning.
Dressed with particular care and trinity
vindictive, Jenny and Irene entered the
Of6ce Of Mr. Oo1vv at fen o'clock on Thurs