Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-19

vov. 81 have the constant fear
n Diarv. that my daily chronicles
i ' are so imbued with the spirit OF
petticoat rule that you viii get tne ho
ton in that parchment skull OF yours
that l have developed womanish tralts'
and am learning how to knit ana am
reading Emerson, and doing other
things which women seldom 40 IN
they have become resigned to age ana
spinsterhood, and have ceased strue-
Cling
Rut how can l write of business al
foi-s when the years 1 spent in the
office have so sickened me I am giao
to turn over everything to my ASSIST
ants and never enter the office door!
am surrounded by women. ana
nv confessions to you contain expires
sions of admiration and criticism Oh inc
sex, am 1 to blame?
No man knows what goes on AROUND
his home till he is forced to spend ms
time there. The man who is down
town from Monday morning until sat
urdav night. and is compelled by SICK
moss to spend rare day at home is
both surprised and shocked by the ar
of nOSSeSSlOn Will WbASAi
an walk through his home until ne
learns they are the washerwornah' INC
sewing girl, or the cleaner, ana tn@e
thew have been coming there tor years
l have been staying at nome SO long
now that the grocer boy no longer re-
cards me as an interloper, ana II tue
mi,kman catches a glimpse of me II Is
with a nod of recognition. Inc hrsl
fine he saw me he thought was
burglar.
In short. 1 am becoming acquainted
with the mechanism of my own hoiile'
an acouaintanceship never formed by
men in fifty years if they continue IN
business downtown.
When 1 tire of my books in the IL
hrarv. | follow Richards around to tax
about Manette. and have become so
| snoiled by the air of welcome which
grests me all over the house (Ah, how
few men know what that meansD that
spend many hours in my housekeep-
er's little sitting room' ana one Gay
| when what Manette calls "a big rail-
road maggot" called to see me, he fouhu
ma sitting on the kitchen table listening
TO the cooks story of her lover back III
Ireland who fell into well ana was
drowned, and she never ceased mourn
ing him, though she has been married
three times since.
| These folks who have been married as
often as three or four times always IN
terst me. I told the COOK 1 should feel
like a rented house if l had mao as
MANY "a three wives; that / should fear
there was something the matter with
the plumbing or the drainage in my
! heart If its tenants didn't stay longer
than that. but she didn't agree with
me.
She says that marrying is all that Is
going on in most folks lives; and per
haps she is right. / know there mas
been little going on in mine.
But when 1 began. Dairy. to explain
why my stories to you are so nun o!
homely details. it was as prelude to
the description of our Thanksgiving DIN
ner There were 80 at the table, ano
Manette, all in white, and happy and
CAV because she was to have the I'M
usual privilege OF staying up to dance
sat at the end opposite me"
when we were all seated. there was a
nause. and then this most blessedest
child closed her eyes, bent her head
and said: Dear Jesus, this is just a
little prayer by very little girl who
doesn't know much. and can't talk nice
words like big folks. But she wants tc
say thank you, and please bless Uncle
Max Amen
l saw Tompkins. who sat at her right
brush away a tear and when I caught
Richards eyes they were not entirely
dry. Those two good souls, who shared