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

y TOW 29.-I have the constant fear,
M Diary, that my daily chronicles
Il are so imbued with the spirit of
petticoat rule that you will get the no
ton in that parchment skull OF yours
that l have developed womanish traits
and am learning how to knit and am
reading Emerson, and doing other
things which women seldom do TIL
they have become resigned to age and
spinsterhood, and have ceased strug-
Cling.
Butyhow can I write Of business af-
fairs when the years 1 spent in the
office have so sickened me l am glad
to turn over everything to my assist
ants and never enter the office door?
am surrounded by women, and If
nv confessions to you contain express
sions of admiration and criticism of the
sex, am / to blame?
No man knows what goes on around
his home till he is forced to spend his
time there. The man who is DOWN
town from Monday morning until sat
urday night, and is compelled by SICK
ness to spend a rare day at home Is
both surprised and shocked by the air
of possession with which strange wom-
en- walk through his home until ne
learns they are the washerwoman, the
sewing girl. or the cleaner, and that
they have been coming there for years.
have been staying at home so long
NOW that the grocer boy no longer re-
srds me as an interloper, and If the
noi,lxnan catches a glimpse of me 1t Is
with a nod of recognition. The first
time he saw me he thought l was a
burglar.
In short, I am becoming acquainted
with the mechanism of my own home,
an acouaintanceship never formed by
men in fifty years If they continue In
business downtown.
When 1 tire Of my books in the IL
brary, 1 follow Richards around to talk
| about Manette, and have become so
spoiled by the air of welcome Whlcn
greets me all over the house (Ah, how
few men know what that meansD thai
I spend many hours in my housekeep-
er's little sitting room, and one DAY
when what Manette calls "a big rail-
road inaggot'' called to see me, he found
me sitting on the kitchen table listening
| to the cooks story of her lover back IN
| Ireland who fell into well and was
| drowned, and she never ceased mourn
ing him, though she has been marrleo
three times since.
These folks who have been married as
often as three or four times always IN
terst me. 1 told the cook should feel
like a rented house If l had had as
MANY as three wives: that I 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 full of
| homely details, 1t was as prelude to
the description of our Thanksgiving din
ner There were 30 at the table, and
Manette, all in white, and happy and
gay because she was to have the I'M
| usual privilege of staying up to a dance,
sat at the end opposite me-"
When we were all seated, there was a
nsuse. 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 to
say thank you, and please bless Uncle
Max. Amen.
saw Tompkins, who sat at her right,
brush away a tear and when l caught
Richards eyes they were not entirely
dry Those two good souls, who shared