Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-02
Seeking a Hus-
band
By CONSTANCE CLARKE

TO-DAY was my birthday. And
think things are SO very stranss
in this big. wonderful world.
Dick sent me gift, actually sent ma
something 1 had been wanting for are,
too. and 1 debated such d long tins
about keeping it after the way I had
treated him.
You see, Dick didn't know how hs
was acting at the time. A man is such
a funny thing and Dick has been
brought up TO regard women as inferior.
He has always treated his mother and
sisters as though they could never de-
eide things for themselves, and I sup
pose his wife will have the same thing
to look forward TO. But I'm not going
to be his wife, although did keep the
pink coral set. I had 1t on when tina
bell rang about o'clock and I was
curled up in mothers room on the couch
with a bad headache when Mary cana
up and told me Dick was here. I start
ed up and my head throbbed warntngiy
and then I flew over to the mirror 10
see II looked well enough to go down.
My cheeks were very pink, and nv
eyes looked dark. due to the headache,
but, OF course, he would never know
that. I pulled the pink coral earrings
down a little lower, huffed up my hair,
and then went down to the library as
calmly as though Jack had run In 10
call. Jack had sent me FIVE pounds OF
candied fruits and think they had
something to do with my headache.
Dick was in one of the big leather
chairs and I came in so softly he didn't
hear me. Then 1 said, Hello, Dick
Morris; weren't you nice to come and
see me on my birthday"
why. you have grown a mustache,'
I gasped, as he jumped up and turned
around Just think how long II is
since I've seen you. Did you have
nice trip abroad?"
Yes. but got home for your birth
day. Peggy, and I hoped you would
forgive me If brought the corals''
They're adorable" I conceded, '"but,
Dick, we never quarreled, so thsres
really nothing to forgive. Let's forget
about it, and do tell me where you got
them"
There's a story attached TO them"
he said, grinning The incest thing
about Dick is his grin there is some
thing so sheepish about 1t, like a little
boy caught stealing jam. 1 will insist
that men are all grown-up boys, and
the more boyish they are the more
like them.
What kind of story" I asked
eagerly, conscious of the fact that I
mirror opposite and wondering II Dick
noticed how the pink of the coras
around my throat and the tiny pink
drops in my ears brought out the faint
flush in my cheeks.
II bought them in Venice" he said
slowly, and they belonged to a youn,
Italian girl of very high lineage. TIL
story goes that they viii bring great
luck to the one who wears them If"
he stopped.
Well" 1 said. please go on"
IF they are put on by the one who
has purchased them.
THAT means that you must put them
on me yourself?" 1 queried, hastily slip
ping off the necklace and unfastening
the earrings.
Exactly" he said lightly And. then
we both stood up under the big center
light, and ! felt like a story book hero
inc.
Dick fastened the corals around my
throat, and then l pushed back the hair
from my ears for him to fasten on the
earrings AS | stood with my back to
him for minute, I happened TO look
in the glass, and Dick was holding the
earrings against his mouth. 1 turned
quickly.
why did you do that?" had never
known Dick to be the least bit senti-
mental.
1T belongs to the story" he said, a
little unsteadily
well, why didn't you tell me soo"
I went on. II think it is a perfectly
fascinating idea. Then he fastened
them on. and his fingers trembled so
that he bungled dreadfuly.
Dick has grown very serious since he
went abroad. Do you know, don't be-
lieve he told me TIE truth about those
Corals?