Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-13
THE MARRIAGE CAME
A Great Love Story Based on the Broadway Success
Noav Running

| jections?" "S 3D.
Not if he forgot your weddins ~
nlversary?" quavered Racie.
Stuff and nonsense, child, rs
man doesn't forget what a. weddins ~
for, let him forget the date itsaIF =,
often as he likes. Come-EmYy -
were going ashore at New LonSor
We must dress"
Racie sat quite still-slowlv TEARING
! the note to pieces There seemed to
| be no solution for her. Carrie miot,t
/ see her lawyers and divorce Pack
she would still have her bridge Err
lily and Charlie would go on tsomabnn,
pickering gently-making IN half.
heartedly. But for her and Tom ar
the beginning of things-what? Her
proud little heart pointed no wav n
| 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 hest
little negligee cap down to an orgy OF
| weeping.
Very gently the stateroom door he
hind which Mrs. Oliver had been
LII n
| ing painfully, the unlimited guest OF
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 a muf-
! fled 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 q 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 swathing green
chiffon veil-and her long white and
green cloak--and then she came over
and laid very soft hand on Racie's
| shoulder.
why are you crying, Mrs. Upde-
graff?" 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-can't you tell me?'
~ am not crying" insisted Racie.
"Oh-you're not crying? Then can't
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 off
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 made
her painful way down that step.
Aren't you going TO make a sad blum
der?" she ventured again.
IF we are speaking of plumbers
said Racie, drawing her straight little
figure to it's full 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 It
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 molehills. All, Mrs. Upde-
graff-if ever marriage was on velvet
it is yours. II I'd had 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.
next week-or tomorrow-just let your
love count more than your injured feel
ings ="
but he forgot our wedding annver-
sary , :" walled Racie.
1.-THE. date perhaps--the caIendar-but
the spirit . All, once l knew
man in Paris who sent a wire, Cant
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
To BE Continued To morrow.