Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-06
Seeking a Illus
band
Bv CONSTANCE CLARKE.


in the hustle of saying goodbye to
l. the crowd l didn't see Dick alone a
Jingle minute. And when l got up to
the den I was too excited to think, so
got right into bed and closed my
ayes and l thought I'd never go to
sleep. People in love don't, as rule,
bnt I guess I must have been very
tired. because L fell asleep almost as
soon as my head touched the pillow.
And l dreamed about him. l can't re-
member much beside a whirl of wind.
ANYWAY, we seemed to be sailing away
on two clouds and every time Dick
came anywhere near me called out:
please don't come any nearer, Dick, y
but he didn't pay any attention; he just
tried TO bump his cloud into mine, and
was sure we'd both be killed. And
then suddenly there was cloud with
a big headlight coming straight for us,
and 1 wasn't a bit afraid and tried to
sail my cloud right into it. and it came
nearer and nearer, and IL was so bright
and it kept getting brighter and bright
er, and suddenly I woke up and found
# was the sun shining through the pink
cretonne curtains right on to my pillow.
Such a funny dream, I thought, as l
yawned and smiled at myself in the mir
ror on my dressing table. And then up
came Mary with tray and big box.
"Oh, Mary" l said, you shouldn't
spoil me like this"
But Mary laughed, and l forgot all
about nv breakfast tray when l held
the big box in my arms.
American Beauties, l sighed softly,
as I lifted them out and held them
against my hot cheeks. And then !
reached for the tiny white envelope and
promptly forgot everything else in the
world
"A kiss upon each petal-Dick," were
the only words written on the card.
But Dick had no business to send me
all those kisses, and so perhaps l
ought not to keep the roses, and then l
laughed at myself. Oh. was so happy,
and l held the roses in one arm all tan
gled up in the lace of my night gown
and balanced my coffee cup with the
other, and just laughed and laughed.
And everybody in the world seemed to
be laughing. The sun kept grinning and
trying to poke his yellow fingers through
the window pane, and mother was hum
ming soft little tune downstairs, and
was Peggy Dean, and yet l was quite
a different Peggy, the Peggy used
to know never felt like this, And then
wondered what l would do when he
came and 1 began to wonder if We're
not just little bit too happy.
Could | be? And then I tumbled out
Of bed and looked at myself in the
glass I'm afraid I looked too radiant.
never knew any one to stay as happy
as that, and yet it wasn't very much
to wish for, just to be happy
'Do you think l could be, mother"
said, breathlessly. rushing downstairs
with my hair all tumblng into my eyes,
and forgetting that she wouldn't know
what I was talking about.
Gould be what. Peggy?"
TOO happy" l said, backing out of
the room. Mother has such very keen
eyes sometimes. Some one l know told
me once that it was an easy matter to
read right into my soul, and the things
that she read weren't bit nice, and she
is so very wonderful and l wanted her
to like me so very much that | have
never quite forgotten about IT.
did Dick send the flowers said
mother. not looking up from her work,
Yes" / assented, pausing in the door
way.
And that's why you're happy" she
went on. Don't make the mistake of
falling in love with love, little girl"
And then l went upstairs very
lhoughtfully and put my roses in water.
What's the difference between falling
IN love with love and falling in love with
man? More problems, and just can't
stop being happy long enough to think
to-day. Dick, am in love with you, or
am | in love with love? Anyway, I'm in
love,