Atlanta Georgian., 1914-02-19

TOV. eel have the constant fear,
M Diary. that my daily chronicles
are so imbued with the spirit OF
petticoat rule that you will get the no
ton in that parchment skull of yours
that l have developed womanish traits
and am learning how to knit and am
reading Emerson, and doing other
things which women seldom do till
they have become resigned to age and.
spinsterhood, and have ceased strug-
Cling.
But how can write of business af-
fairs when the years l spent in the
office have so sickened me / am glad
to turn over everything to my assist
ants and never enter the office door:
| am surrounded by women, and
my confessions to YOU contain express
sions of admiration and criticism OF the
sex, am / to blameP
No man knows what goes on around
his home till he is forced to spend ms
time there The man who is DOWN
town from Monday morning until sat
urday night, and is compelled by SICK
ness to spend a rare day at nome Is
hoth s,,rnrised and shocked by the air
of possession with which strange "oih-
en- walk through his home until ne
learns they are the washerWoman' the
sewing girl or the cleaner and that
they have been coming there for years
have been staying at home so long
now that the grocer boy no longer re-
CARDS me as an interloper, ana II the
mill<man catches glimpse OF me II IL
with a noa Of recognition. The hrst
time he saw me he thought l was
burglar.
In short. / am becoming acquainted
with the mechanism of my own nome
an acauaintanceship never formed py
men in nifty years if they continue IN
business downtown.
When | tire of my books in the IL
brary. follow Richards around to talk
about Manette, and have become SO
SPOILED by the air OF welcome whleh
preets me all over the house (Ah, how
few men know what that meansD that
| spend many hours in my housekeep-
er's little sitting room, and one day
| when what Manette calls "a big ran
road maggot' called 10 see me, ne touhu
me sitting on the kitchen table listening
to the cooks story Of her lover oack IN
Ireland who fell into well and was
| drowned. and she never ceased mourn
| ing him, though she has been married
! three times since.
These folks who have been married as
| often az three or four times always IN
| tarst me | told the cook l should feel
like n rented house IL | had had as
manv as three wives; that | should fear
there was something the matter with
I ,f,,a q
heart II it's tenants didn't stay longer
+ban that. but she didn't agree with
me.
She says that marrying is all that Is
going on in most folks lives; and per
| haps she is right. l know there mas
been little going on in mine.
/ But when I began, Dairy. to explain
why my stories TO you are so fun OF
horely details, It was as prelude to
the description Of our Thanksgiving din
ner. There were 30 at the table, and
Manette, all in white, and happy and
CAV because she was to have the un-
usual privilege of staying up to dance
sat at the end opposite me-
When we were all seated, there was a
| nause. and then this most -blessedest
child closed her eyes, bent her head,
I and said: Dear Jesus, this is just a
little prayer by very little girl who
doesn't know much. and can't talk nice
words like big folks. But she wants to
say thank you, and please bless Uncle
Max Amen
l saw Tompkins, who sat at her right
brush away tear and when | caught
Richards eyes they were not entirely
dry. Those two good souls, who shared