Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-29

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against her own plan of seeing life. OF
course, hers was necessary. She must see
life In order to be great author, while
Harry had no good reason at all
After dinner Harry casually asked if
Pauline thought her adventures would
lead her to Paris. Pauline thought it
likely, whereat Harry remarked that he
might see her over there.
II haven't been to Paris since was a
kid, and l really ought to see it, don't
you think 2"
Yes, agreed Pauline, without enthu-
siasm, Fbut wait until we are married
and We'll do Paris together. 81
No, Polly, that won't do. I'm sorry,
but as you say, You cant see life after
you re married and settled down, so III
have to do Paris alone"
Pauline experienced a very unpleasant
sensation It was sort of general
jealousy of her whole sex. No nice girl
likes to think of the man she loves alone
in Paris. No matter how much conf.
dence she has in him, she cannot bear the
thought Of that city surrounding the
masculine specimen who belongs to her.
1t is not necessarily that she thinks he
will yield to temptation and do anything
he would not dare tell her about, but that
Paris is no place for man, anyhow.
Pauline thought of the French capital as
a sort OF feminine city, peopled mostly by
women, who haanted and paraded their
sex to small and rather bored audience
Of men. There all the little airs and
graces of feminity, their innocent lures
and appeals, were advertised and made
spectacle to cynical spectators How
could Harry be in that audience without
becoming cynical too7 In his eyes she
would no longer be something mysterious
and wonderful, but merely bundle Of
nerves and tricks. Pauline looked at
Harry with that air of possession so de-
hghttul to a man when he recognizes it
in the girl he loves.
Harry" she said, hesitatingly, "would
you think me selfish if asked favori"
No, Polly, know better than that"
Harry's tone was matter of fact and
guarded, and his eyes were on the I'M
romantic spectacle Of Aunt Cornelia read
ing the latest publication of the American
Tract Society.
Harry look at me"
Harry did look at her and gazed straight
into her eyes. He tried to think of them
as they really were, only two dark blue
organs of sight, shaded by very long and
silky lashes. As always he wondered why
the lashes grouped together in little
bundles of half dozen or more, giving a
starry effect. He even began trying to
count the lashes in his endeavor to keen
his mind free from the grip those eyes had
on his emotions. He knew the owner of
the eyes was about to make request, and
unless he restrained himself he was pretty
certain to grant it.
Harry, are you sure you love met"
Pauline whispered.
Polly, know it and everybody else
knows it except you. Get Owen he's a
notary public, and I'll take an oath before
him that you have been the only girl in
all the world, are now and ever will be,
world without end amen
And love you, Harry said Pauline,
lowering her eyes until he saw only the
silky lashes.
why, Polly, that's the first time you
ever volunteered that information. -
Yes, Harry, love you too much to let
you go to Paris. -
Paris can t hurt me unless let it hurt
me"
marry, you won pe quite tne same
sort of boy when you come back from
Paris, Will YOU promise not to go until
we are marriedY'
"Will you promise not to go on this trip
of adventuref"
why should II" demanded Pauline
Because you won't ever be quite the
same sort of girl when you come back"
Now Harry mad said nothing to Pauline
that she had not said to kim, yet the girl
felt almost insulted and was furious. The
rest of the evening she and Owen spent
reading about aeroplanes. while Harry was
left to the harmless enjoyment of Aunt
Cornelia until that honest soul handed him
tract on ''The Menace of Alcoholism
in the United States"
Owen seemed pre-oceupied with some