Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-06
Seeking a Hus-
band
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.

TT seems a year since last night, and
in the hustle Of saying good bye TO
Il the crowd / didn't see Dick alone
single minute. And when I got up 10
the den / was too excited 10 think so
I got right into bed and closed my
eyes and I thought I'd never 20 10
sleep People in love don't, as a rule
but | guess ! must have been very
tired, because ! fell asleep almost as
soon as my head touched the pillow.
And | dreamed about him. ] can't re-
member much beside a whirl Of wind
Anyway, We seemed 10 be sailing away
on two clouds and every time DICK
came anywhere near me l called out:
please don't come any nearer, Dick
but he didn't pay any attention; he Just
tried 10 bump his cloud into mine, and
/ was sure we'd both be killed And
then suddenly there was cloud with
e. big headlight coming straight for u.s.
and wasn't a bit afraid and tried TO
sail my cloud right into it, and IT came
nearer and nearer and IL was 90 bright
and it kept getting brighter and bright
er, and suddenly / woke up and found
# was the sun shining through the pink
cretonne curtains right on to my pillow.
Such a funny dream, I thought, as !
yawned and smiled at myself in the mir
ror on my dressing table. And then mp
came Mary with tray and big box.
"Oh, Mary" | said. ''you shouldn't
spoil me like this"
But Mary laughed. and ] forgot all
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the big box In my arms.
american Beauties" ] sighed softly
as ! lifted them out and held them
against my hot cheeks. And then j
reached for the tiny white envelope and
promptly forgot everything else in the
world.
"A kiss upon each petal Dick" were
the only words written on the card.
But Dick had no business TO send me
all those kisses, and so perhaps /
ought not 10 keep the roses, and then
laughed at myself on, ! was 20 happy
and held the roses in one arm all tam
gled up in the lace Of my night gown
and balanced my coffee cup with the
other, and just laughed and laughed,
And everybody In the world seemed TO
be laughing. The sun kept grlnning and
trying to poke his yellow fingers through
the window pane, and mother was hum
ming a soft little tune downstairs. and
! was Peggy Dean, and yet | was quite
a different Peggy, the Peggy l used
to know never felt like this. And then
] wondered what ! would do when he
came, and / began TO wonder II were
not just a little bit too happy.
Could | be? And then | tumbled out
of bed and looked at myself in the
glass. I'm afraid ! looked too radiant
/ never knew any one to stay as happy
as that. and yet it wasn't very much
10 wish for. just 60 he happy
DO YOU think I could be, mother" l
said, hreathlessly, rushing downstairs
with my hair all tumbling into my eyes,
and forgetting that she wouldn't know
what l was talking about
Gould be what, Peggy
"Too happy" ! said. backing out Of
the room Mother has such very keen
eyes sometimes, Some one I know told
me once that II was an easy matter to
read right into my soul, and the things
that she read weren't a bit nice, and she
IS so very wonderful and 1 wanted her
10 like me so very much that | have
never quite forgotten about It,
did Dick send the nowers?" said
mother. not looking up from her work.
"Yes.' / assented. pausing in the door
way
"Aud that's why you're happy" she
went on. Don't make the mistake OF