Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
Seeking a Illus
band
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.

T WONDER II the whole world Is
turning topsy-turvy with me. I
have the most wonderful secret IN
my heart, have seen him again.
And he looked just the same as he did
that day on the train.
| was having dinner with Mr. and
Mrs. Seldom at Harridge's, and we
were discussing automobiles I re-
member particularly because Mr.. Sell
don wanted endurance in his car and
wanted speed.
Peggy, If were going to buy yod
a car for yourself, what kind would
you choose?" said Mr.. Seldom, laugh
Ing, as l looked up eagerly.
Why, If could afford 1t, I'd have
a 90-horsepower Reflex-just a two
passenger car-long and quite rakish.
and" Well, just then I looked
up, quite unconscious that the party
at the next table were being highly
entertained, and then I quite 6oreot
what ! was going to say and lust
stared. There sat my cavalier of The
train, he of the Rutz racer, the man
Bess Olds said I would never meet
again. He looked at me quite imper-
sonally, as though 1t were an alto
gether ordinary thing to see me again.
and I felt very young and childish,
because I thought it was all very
strange and wonderful. And then he
bowed coolly.
Someone you know, Peggy?~ said
Mr.. Seldom as I somewhat collected
my sense and smiled little.
eyes, someone I met at a house
party during the holidays" I said,
carelessly. It was a white lie, any
way, and what was the use of telling
that adventure all over again now,
even though Mr.. and Mrs. Seldom are
sort of adopted second parents to me
and the best pals in the world? Mrs.
Seldom told mother once that she en-
Wed her Mother isn't so crazy about
me herself, but then she lives with
me all the time, and 1 AM tempera-
mental.
Really, though, it was maddening
to sit there and feel that he had como
into my life again in a very funny
way, and there was absolutely moth
ing either of us could do. I looked at
him under my lashes and reflected.
There was no possible way he could
speak to me, because he didn't know
my name. And then he looked up
suddenly and caught me, and saw
his eyes dark, with a suggestion OF
wickedness. His whole face looked a
little world weary. But for that one
instant something else looked out at
me, determination. And then he got
up coolly and deliberately and came
over to our table.
How do you do, Miss Dean?" he
said, with that little suspicion OF
mockery in his voice. Didn't I meet
you in Forestville during the holi-
days? My name is Whitney" He
was cool when I introduced him, and
made some conventional remarks as
we rose to go. Then. for a moment,
we stood alone and he held out his
hand to say goodbye.
"This time I don't find you alone
and friendless," he said as he held my
fingers close.
my turn now" returned. hardly
conscious of what was saying.
Eyes, it is you turn" he said sud
denly, land I'll try not to ask too
great favor when the time comes
There are about a million questions
,, you would like to ask me, aren't
there? Didn't Miss Odds vouch for
my respectability?
"She didn't even know you, so now
what have you to say for yourself"
said accusingly. And will you
please tell me how you happened to
find out my name?"
He leaned forward and said slowly:
DO you remember the time I tried to
kill two birds with one stone? l shall
aim straighter next time"
And then he stepped back and
bowed as we went out. Peggy, l
think you're going to have another
adventure. But | want to say right
now that I don't care If he is an es-
capped convict, intend to find out
about that other bird.