Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-13
THE MARRIAGE GAME
A Great Love Story Based the Broadway Success
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men-do you think I'd raise any OBJ
jections?"
Not If he forgot your wedding an
niversary?" quavered Racie.
stuff and nonsense, child! If
man doesn't forget what a wedding is
for let him forget the date itself as
often as he likes. Come--Emily If
we're going ashore a New London,
We must dress"
Racie sat quite still--slowly 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,
She buried her head in her soft little
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
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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 lift
one foot and began dragging herself
up the stairs. The sound of muf-
| fed 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 mo-
| ment she took off her swathing green
| chiffon vcil-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-
! graft" 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-5can't you tell me"
| II am not crying" insisted Racie.
"oh you're not crying? Then en-, cant c., =,
| 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
! 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 sad blum
| DER" she Ventured again,
| "If we are speaking of plumbers
| said Racie, drawing her straight little
| figure to its fun 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 difficult-and 1t
had played grand Lady Disdain as long
as her sore little heart would permit
The Way Out.
1T isn't, II you don't make noun
| tains out Of rnolehills. All. Mrs. Upde-
graff-if ever a marriage was on velvet.
| Il is yours II 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 an
! other woman in all the world but me.
| You could do that, too--don't wait until
next week--or -morrow--just let your
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