Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-13
THE MARRIAGE GAME,
Great Love Story Based on the Broadway Sacc-,,
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men-do you think I'd raise snv Nh
jections?'' "s 90
Not if he forgot your weddtrv .
nlversary?" quavered Racie.
Stuff and nonsense, child 7,
man doesn't forget what a weddfns 4,
Tor, let him forget the date itself a,
often as he likes. Come-Enii,, -
were going ashore at New London
we must dress"
Racie sat quite still-sIowlv tearIr,
the note to pieces. There seemsd -
be no solution for her. Carrie mirht
see her lawyers and divorce Packy-N
she would still have her bridge En-
lily and Charlie would go on somehow
pickering gently-making I'd half.
heartedly. But for her and Tom AZ
the beginning of things-what? Her
proud little heart pointed no way ia
her.
At last she got up and walked ov.r
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 littI,
chiffon clad arms-and sank her hes,
little negligee cap down to an orev Of
weeping.
Very gently tho stateroom door b.-
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 thai
had played her such a sorry trick the
night before. She managed to INT
one foot and began dragging herse,
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 Raoie.
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 swathins gresn
chiffon veil-and her long white and
green cloak-and then she came over
and laid a very soft hand on Racies
shoulder.
why are you crying. Mrs. Upde-
graff?" she asked in her wonderful.
soft toned voice.
Racie turned and shook on the
light hand.
"Oh-its you. I'm not CRYING" Oh.
started for her stateroon door
Leave me out of it-forget it. Why
are you crying-can't you tell me-
II am not crying" insisted Racis
"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 little
shrug-this was, after all, just exactly
what she had expected when she msds
hay. INF, nj
Aren't you going TO make a sad blum
der?" she ventured again.
IF we are speaking Of blunders
said Racie, drawing her straight lttls
figure to its full height
"Oh-do leave me out don't count
Just please leave me out-can't you tell
Marriage-is-so diffiouit-and It
looks so easy F" walled Racie, who
had played grand Lady Disdain as long
The Way Out.
ut isn't, If You don't make noun
tains out OF molehills All, Mrs. Upde
graff-if ever a marriage was on velvet
It is yours i I'd had d. chance nee, t"
splendid young fellow like that would
never have let him know there was al
other woman in all the world but me
You could do that. too-don't wait unit
next Week-or o-mofroW-JuSt let YOU
love count more than your injured feel
ings
"But he forgot our wedding anniyer-
sary :" walled Racie.
THE date perhaps-the caIendar-but
the spirit All. once | knew
man in Paris who sent a 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
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