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

THE MARRIAGE GAME,
A Great Love Story Based on the Broadway Success
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men-do you think I'd raise any OBJ
iections?"
Not if he forgot your wedding an
niyersary?" quavered Raciei
stuff and nonsense, child! If a
man doesn't forget what a wedding is
for, let him forget the date itself as
often as he likes. Come-Emily IL
we're going ashore at New London
we must dress"
Racie sat quite still-slow1y tearing
the note to pieces. There seemed to
be no solution for her. Carrie might
see her lawyers and divorce Packy--
she would still have her bridge. En-
lily and Charlie would go on somehow
pickering gently-making up half
heartedly But for her and Tom at
the beginning of things-what? Her
proud little heart pointed no way to
her
At last she got up and walked over
to the table where they had been
playing a game she understood better
than this complicated Marriage Game.
chiffon clad arms-and sank her best
little negligee cap down to an orgy OF
weeping.
Very gently the stateroom door be-
hind which Mrs. Oliver had been
waiting for the dawn-opened. Limp
ing painfully, the unlimited guest OF
The Bachelor crept out-and made
her way to the companionWay that
had played her such a sorry trick the
night before. She managed to HIT
one foot and began dragging herself
up the stairs. The sound. OF 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 then
she stood a. moment in deep thought.
She knew Just what her reception
would be from one of these women
who had found her out. After a mo-
ment she took off her swathing green
chiffon veil-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-
graff?" 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 Racle.
"Oh-you're. not crying? Then can an,
Excuse mel can't possibly tell you
anything
Mrs. Oliver WINGED at the frozen cold
ness of that tone like icicles broken on
sharp by the bitter wind. Then she
l~dismissed her own hurt with q 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 sad blum
der?" she ventured again: .,
'If we are speaking of plumbers
| said Racie, drawing her straight little
| figure to It's full height.
| 'Oh-do leave me out don't count
Just please leave me out--can't you tell
| why YOU are crying
| 'Marriage-is-so diricult,and II
| looks so easy :. Walled Racle, VINO
had played grand Lady Disdain as long
The Way Out.
'It isn't. II you don't make noun
tains out Of molehiiis An, Mrs. Upde-
| graff-if ever a marriage was on velvet,
| 1t is yours. II I'd had a chance to
splendid Young fellow like that would
! never have let him know there was an
other woman in all the world but me.
| You could do that, too-don't wait until
| next week--or o-morrow-just let your
love count more than your injured feel
HBut he forgot our wedding anniver-
sary ;" walled Racie.
1.-THE date perhaps-the caIendar-but
| the spirit All, once / knew q
man in Paris who sent a wire, Cant
come on trip with you--forget domes-
| tic anniversary-quite free next week.
| And he was-free to do as he pleased,
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