Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-13

jections?" any ob-
Not If he forgot your weddin,
nlversary? quavered Racie '"'
Stuff and nonsense, child /.
man doesn't forget what weddina d
for let him forget the date ITSELF - -
often as he likes. Come-Emii,. az ~
We're going ashore at New Lon1o+
we must dress"
Racie sat quite still-slowlv tear;ru
the note to pieces. There seemed =,
be n solution for her. Carrie micb'
see her lawyers and divorce Pack
she would still have her, bridge En-
lily and Charlie would go on somahnn.
pickering gently-making IN half
heartedly. But for her and Tom =,
the beginning of things-what? uar
proud little heart pointed no way IN
her.
At last she got up and walked ovsr
to the table where they had heen
playing a game she understood better
than this complicated Marriage Game
She buried her head in her soft littIo
chiffon clad arms-and sank her hest
little negligee cap down to an orgy NJ
weeping.
Very gently the stateroom door he.
! hind which Mrs. Oliver had hAen
| waiting for the dawn-opened. Linn
| ing painfully. the unlimited guest 9.
| The Bachelor crept out-and made
| her way to the companionway tina
| had played her such a sorry trick the
night before. She managed to lift
one foot and began dragging herself
up the stairs. The sound OF a muf
fled sob arrested her. She turned and
saw the pretty little huddled mass of
chiffons and laces that was Racie.
Slowly she came down the step she
| had so painfully climbed. And them
she stood moment in deep thought
| She knew just what her reception
would be from one of these women
who had found her out. After mo-
ment she took off her swathing green
| chiffon vc!l-and her long white and
green cloak-and then she came over
| and laid a very soft hand on Racie's
| shoulder.
why are you crying, Mrs. Upde.
4 sraff?" she asked in her wonderful,
| soft toned voice.
Racie turned and shook off the
| light hand
"Oh-it's you. I'm not crying" She
started for her stateroom door
Leave me out of it--forget it. Why
are you crying can't you tell me-
II am not crying, insisted Racic.
! "Oh-you're not crying? Then cant
| you tell me why you-are-not crying
| Excuse mel can't possibly tell YOU
| anything
! Mrs. oliver WINGED at the frozen cold
ness of that tone like icicles broken of
sharp by the bitter wind Then she
| dismissed her own hurt with a little
shrug-this was, after all. just exactly
| what she had expected when she made
| her painful way down that step.
| Aren't YOU going 10 make a sad blum
| der?" she ventured again.
"If we are speaking of plumbers
said Racie, drawing her straight Htua
| figure to its full height
| "Oh-do leave me out don't coun,
Just please leave me out-can YOU tel
| why you are crying
,oo Ma rr az S Mfied Raes vro
had played grand Lady Disdain as long
as her sore little heart would permit
The Way Out.
ut isn't. if you don't make mour-
tains out of molehills. All, Mrs. Upde-
! sraff-if ever a marriage was on velvet
| il is yours. -. If I'd had a chance to
| start straight-with a clean, strong
| splendid young fellow like that would
| never have let him know there was ar
! other woman in all the world but ne
| You could do that. too-don't wait until
| next week-or o-morrow-jusI let your
love count more than your injured feel
ings
"But he forgot our wedding annlver-
| sary - walled Racie.
THE date perhaps-the calendsr-but
! the spirit . All. once | knew
man in Paris who sent wire, Can
come on trip with you-forget domes,
/ tic anniversary-quite free next week
| And he was-free to do as he pleased
so only he remembered that one date,