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

men-do you think I'd raise any oh.
jections?" w.
mot if he forgot your wedding an.
niversary?" quavered Racie.
stuff and nonsense, child, II
man doesn't forget what wedding ,s
for, let him forget the date itself as
often as he likes. Come-Emilv r.
we're going ashore at New London
We must dress"
Racie sat quite still-slowly tearing
the note to pieces. There seemed to
be no solution for her. Carrie might
see her lawyers and divorce Packv--
she would still have her bridge En-
lily and Charlie would go on somehow
pickering gently-making up half
heartedly. But for her and Tom az
the beginning of things-what? Her
proud little heart pointed no wav tn
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 best
little negligee cap down to an orgy OF
weeping.
Very gently the stateroom door be-
hind, which Mrs. Oliver had been
waiting for the dawn-opened. Limp
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 Race
Slowly she came down the step she
had so painfully climbed. And then
she stood a 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 a 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, lHSiSleu IdClt'
"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 of
sharp h 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 10 make sad plun-
der?' she ventured again.
"If we are speaking of plumbers
said Racie, drawing her straight little
figure to its 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
looks so easy r." walled Racie, who
had played grand Lady Disdain as long
as her sore little heart would permit.
The Way Out.
TT isn't, If you don't make noun
tains out Of molehills. All, Mrs. Upde-
graff-if ever marriage was on velvet
1t is yours. If I'd had chance TO
start-straight-wit 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-
You could do that, too-don't wait until
next week-or to- morrow-just let your
love count more than your injured feel
ings
"But he forgot our wedding anniver-
sary . :" walled Racie.
1.-THE date perhaps-the caleudar-but
the spirit All. once | knew a
man in Paris who sent wire, Cant
come on trip with you-forget domes-.
tic anniversary-quite free next week
| And ne was-free to do as he pleased,
so only he remembered that one date.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.