Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-08-22
Continued from Last Issue.)
III.

CHAPTER III.
Never before in all her luxurious
young life had Gloria encountered the
slightest hardship. The most exquisite
of the niceties of existence had been
hers as regularly as the breath she
drew. So she had wearied of them and
rebelled. And now she found that ad-
venture was not altogether pleasant,
either. A primeval Jungle inhabited l'y
a primeval people was, to say the least,
distinctly uncomfortable.
1t had been a busy day for one young
girl. Within twenty-four hours she had
stolen her brothers automobile, wreck
ed it in the waves, explored the ever
glades. and endured Indian captivity.
She had had her first proposal of mar
riage-and from an Indian chief. For
the first time she had wanted to die
For the first time she had tainted. She
was rather proud of that-it was so
nice and old fashioned to faint. Also
she had been rescued-and by such a
handsome mani And so modest he was
about it,
She had had all these thrilling expe-
riences and there was a happy ending
also a happy future. She believed snC
was in for a romance. When handsome
young men save the lives of young wonl-
en- they have to marry them, don't they?
essary. Anything else is inartistic.
Gloria felt it especially lucky tha-
since she had to be rescued fate had
been polite enough to select a good loOK-
ing rescuer for her. The more she stud
led Mr.. Freneau the better she liked
him. He had a nice name, too-a nice.
manageable name.
The only fly in the ointment was tile
bad behavior of DR.. Royce. She had
thought him charming. But now he
sulked and moped. He did not want
even to come along back to Palm Beach
in the big motor that had brought her
of NE everglades. But her father made
him get in.
Fortunately there was long dust
coats in the car to cover Glorias squaw
costume and DR.. Royce's disreputable
wreck of evening dress. Mr.. Frenean
was epic and span. He was like a hero
in a play or a novel. He could save a
heroine from frightful danger and no:
spot a collar or rumple z cuff.
DR.. Royce was a sight; muddy. BLACK
and blue. his clothes full of holes and
himself full of aches and bruises. The
knuckles OF his left hand were bleeding.
He nursed them as if they were broken
but did not mention that he had
smashed them on the jawbone of 4
knife brandishing Indian while Freneau
was stealing Gloria and the credit for
her rescue and even her affections.
DR.. Royce was glum because he did
not know just what he ought to do. He
was confronted with a duty that he
could not solve. 1t was like some OBJ
scure disease, hard to diagnosticate.
To speak up and denounce Freneau as
a liar and thief was impossible. Royce
had 10 proof that Freneau has played
either the cad or the coward. He knew
only that Freneau must have seen him
battling. with the Indians, and a decent
nan would have come to the assistance
of a fel'ow white. Even if Freneau had
felt that he ought to put Gloria in the
boat first, ne might have come back to
help Royce. But Freneau had left Royce
to his fate. That was ugly.
Now Royce felt that he understood.
Freneau had been coaxed into the ever
glades by that $1,000 lottery prize. He
had won it; and il looked as if Freneau
were expecting to win Gloria's love in
the bargain. For Gloria was simply de-
voIring him with her eyes.
Doyce knew little about TTCLeau, and
that little was not to his advantage.
Freneau neglected his office but neglect
ed no opportunity for love affair. DR..