Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-05
American Sunday Monthly Magazine Section

mind-what a pity he was not young Cliff
on!-for he looked the part.
But-all that was ended now. A disgust
for it all had seized her when she had kicked
over the castle of cards in that unconsidered
moment of capricious and perverse humor.
Now, all at once, she realized that she
had outgrown childish things outgrown
the impulse toward romance and no longer
desired its fulflment. And, as she lay
there, idly specializing and looking at him,
she wondered what form her energy would
now take-what newer and more interest
ing channel it might enter-whither lead
her restless, ardent, youthful mind and
spirit.
For in the Brewery it might not rest
COntented to soar above the sanitary watts
or hover eternally above the germ proof
bottling plant.
Then her vague and speculative thoughts
clustered about and centered upon the young
man on one knee beside her.
1t did seem rather odd that he should be
perhaps the physical embodiment of what
her childish and ardent fancy had hoped
for and desired in young Clifton. For, to
the splendor of social rank, she had all by
herself naIvely added a personal perfection
entirely satisfactory to young girls
dream.
And it did seem odd that this young man
should, in a measure, fulfil that part of her
ideal
For there was no doubt in her mind now
that he was good to gaze upon-and that
he had qualities genteness good breeding,
and very sweet manners to a girl alone with
him in shooting pit.
She glanced at him, then at his dog. Her
own dog had curled up at her shoulder.
She lay back and pilowed her head on his
silky flank.
"Our dogs no longer harbor i'll will, she
said with friendly smile, so why should
you think | bear you malice? | don't |
| never did. And never shall. Please do |
not look so terribly detected. For after
all you don't know me we'll enough to be as
unhappy as that.
Are you still in pain?"
g little, she confessed honestly "Why |
don't you go back to your pit and shoot
doves, like a sensible boy?'
If did I'd feel more like shooting my
bally head Off
berSOndHy-so intimately tO-heart?"
oh you don't know what feel-to see
you suffering of all women in the
What! Why-whata perfectly extraor-
binary thing to say"
Extraordinary! Why is. it extraordin-
airy! If had injured the Queen of Sheba |
could be philosophical about it. B-but
can't be philosophical about you!"
Why should seeing me in some slight |
discomfort defect you more deeply than
seeing any other girl-person- the Queen
of S-Sheba-s-suffering
1t does. That is all know"
Why should it,"
He was silent.
Why" she repeated already a little /
uncertain why she should repeat the
question.
Because" he broke out vehemently, !
81 never before saw such girl as you
and never shall-again-a long as live
if lived for s-several million years.
That's "a C-C-curious thing to say
to think" Her breath seemed to fail
her without reason she took long and
steady one. ITS very Chivalrous- and
gallant-to make amends to me-so delight
-so-with SUCH
"I-never supposed that-it were pos
sible-in a few minutes-for man to-
to" But he got no further
She had turned her head to rest it again
in the hollow of her arm; and she began to
be surprised and somewhat Disconnected
at the irregular proceedings of her own pulses.
For there was something unusual the
matter with this young man-with them
both-and something had been the matter
for some time. She seemed to realize that.
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