Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-02
Seeking a Hus-
band
BY CONSTANCE CLARKE
To-DAY was my birthday. Ana
think things are so very strsr,

T>O-DAY was my birthday. Ard
think things are so very strsnvs
in this big. wonderful worls
Dick sent me gift, actually sent ma
something I had been wanting for avey
too, and | debated such long tima
about keeping 1t after the way baA
treated him.
You see, Dick didn't know how he
was acting at the time. man is such
funny thing and Dick has hear
brought up to regard women as inferior
He has always treated his mother and
sisters as though they could never DO.
eide things for themselves, and l sun
pose his wife will have the same thing
to look forward to. But I'm not going
to be his wife, although did keen tbs
pink coral set. I had 1t on when the
bell rang about 5 o'clock and I was
curled up in mothers room on the couch
with a bad headache when Mary cam.
up and told me Dick was here start
ed UP and my head throbbed warningIy
and then 1 flew over to the mirror to
see II I looked well enough to go down
My cheeks were very pink, and m,
eyes looked dark, due to the headsnh.
but, of course, he would never know
that. I pulled tho pink coral earrings
down little lower, f1ufYed up my hair
and then went down to the library a.
call. Jack had sent me 1--WE pounds OF
candied fruits and I think they had
something to do with my headache
Dick was in one OF the big Leather
chairs and 1 came IN 30 softly he d4dn't
hear me. Then 1 said, Hello, Dick
Morris; weren't you nice to come and
see me on my birthday"
| why, you have grown a mustache"
gasped, as he jumped up and turned
around. Just think how long It is
since I've seen you. Did you have
nice trip abroad7-
Yes, but got home for your With
day, Peggy, and I hoped you would
forgive me IL I brought the eorais"
They're adorable conceded. but,
Dick, we never quarreled, so there's
really nothing to forgive. Let's forget
about it, and do tell me where you Eot
| them
There's a story attached to them
| he said, grinning. The incest thing
about Dick Is his grin: there Is some
thing so sheepish about it, Ike little
boy caught stealing jam. l will insist
that men are all grown-up boys, and
the more boyish they are the more I
| like them.
What kind OF story?" ] asked
eagerly, conscious of the fact that
/ 4IF fA nj ,taex L., he
mirror opposite and wondering If Dick
| noticed how the pink of the corals
around my throat and the tiny pink
drops in my ears brought out the faint
| flush in my cheeks.
Il bought them in Venice" he said
Italian girl OF very high lineage. Tn,
story goes that they will bring great
luck to the one who wears them If
he stopped.
We'll" I said. please go on"
IF they are put on by the one who
has purchased them"
THAT means that you must put them
on me YOURSELF" l queried. hastily slip
ping off the necklace and unfastening
the earrings.
Exactly" he said lightly, And then
| we both stood up under the big center
light, and | felt like q story book hero
| Inc.
Dick fastened the corals around my
throat, and then l pushed. back the hair
from my ears for him to fasten on the
earrings. AS / stood with my back 70
him for minute, | happened to loob
earrings against his mouth. I turned
quickly.
"Why did you do that" I had never
known Dick to be the least bit senti-
mental.
| at belongs to the story" he said, a
LITTLE U0StpR6ilv
We'll, why didn't you tell me So
! went on. Il think it is perfectly
fascinating idea" Then he fastened
them on. and his fingers trembled SO
that he bungled dreadfllly.
Dick has grown very serious since Id
went abroad. Do you know, | don't be-
lieve he told me the truth about fsros'
corals?