Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-05-02
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I But | don't need anyone to take care
| of me. dear And besides mother will
, be there"
Il know But I'm going anyway"
Now if you think I'm going to let
YOU sacrifice yourself" began June ten
derby, you're very much mistaken. the
idea of your sitting up all night dress
I ed to Kill. at ball where you'll be bored
! TO death and most likely fall asleep
/ just because you have lot of foolish
worrisome ideas about me. won't
have it, Mary
You can't talk me out of il, precious.
so save your breath" was the positive
answer And get up so | can fix the
| fullness in the back of that skirt. It's
not graceful the way it is. And what
/ jewelry are YOU going to wear?'
None
"Why- rot, lamb
''Oh, beauty unadorned, you know
L m conceited and | don't think | need
it-that's all
Mary stood looking at her, her hand
clasped loosely before her, her eyes
alight with dazzling alteration.
You never need anything to add TO
your beauty, my darling" she said
softly. but / love the look of pearls on
your lovely white neck. Wear your
pearl pendant won't you precious"
"All right, dear anything you say.
Fasten it for me, will you?''
June sat down again before the
dressing table to make it easier for
Mary to adjust the pendant. \ fluffy
powder puff that gave out delicate
odor of La Franc roses was dying near
her hand. She seized it and playfully
dabbed at Mary's nose, using the mir
rored reflection as a guide.
stop it. lovey-do stop it," expos
tulated Mary. shifting at the tickling
swansdown.
Let me fix you up, dear, if you in
lsist upon going to the ball. teased
June. ooh, ! could make a beauty out
of you-a regular French marquiese,
I'd darken your brows and rouge your
lips and make your cheeks the fascinat
ing white that people call 'pallor' instead
of just plain 'paleness.' And Id fluff
your hair up over a roll and"
How you do talk interrupted Mary.
lcovertly pleased. a body could get
vain"
cor, YOU don't need to think ! don't
know all about your vanity June
lplaugued. MANY a time I've come upon
you, unawares. making a 'prunes and
Iprisms' mouth i'm the mirror Don't
trouble to deny it and do help me on
with my wrap, there's a dear-so we
won't be late
your gloves" suggested Mary, look
ling about for them.
I'm not going to wear any, said
June.
"But you ought to, lamb. Here they
are" Mary help up a long pair of white
ones
Nobody wears gloves nowadays ex-
lcept on the Streets pouted June
You're all behind the times, dear
Wont you wear them for my sake"
pleaded Mary.
June's face sobered for minute She
patted the old woman's cheek.
81 know what you're thinking of,
she said gravely. But it's not there,
NOW. It's gone. See?'
She held her hand close to the cleo
itrfc light over her dressing table. There
wasn't trace of the Red Circle.
Now, is your mind relieved?" she
asked. merrily What's the use of
lcarting those gloves along when I'm
not going to use them
you might use them persisted
Mary.
set on it as all that. But you're get
ting to be such a blessed old calam-
itv croaker that you'll have in Doc
tor Something or-Other's Rest Resort
for Moth-Eaten Intellects. Come on
downstairs. We're late"
Mrs. Travis, in evening wrap and
lace head scarf, was sitting in the IL
brary. Yama, his arms at acute angles
bore. two folded auto rugs. From out
side the slow, solemn boom of the SURF
at night drifted in through the open
doors.
.Did you ever hear anything like
this?" June called in to her mother.
.'Milady Mary is going to the BALI
Really. mother, you must keep an eye
on the dear soul. / think her worloN
tendencies are growing.
.Don't tease" reproved Mrs. Travis
smiling indulgently. IF Mary wants
to. go, I'm supe she'll enjoy it. mat
is if II won't tire her too mucsH
ooh It won't tire me, Mrs. Travis,
the nurse broke in, hastily. Il ike 10
see the young people dance and carry
on" -.
Yama. put them into the car tuck
ing the robes closely around June
filmv draperies. The door closed WIN
a secure little bang and the machine
rolled smoothly over perfect sheli
road toward the hotel.
Al the main entrance the picture was
Girls in evening gowns
of shimmering silks and of gauzy ma
terials as delicate as patch or MIST
strolled I'D and down the piazza accom-
panied by black-clad escorts.
automobiles rolled up and deposited
.avIv dressed laughing groups. Ihrodsh
tho omen loorways coulC be causht
,-limnse OF the brilliantly lighted oali
room with its glittering, crystal. chan-
EoIiers and border of white. colonial phi
lars. And above the gay chatter hsht
laughter of boys and girls, the orchestra
tuned up i'm readiness for. the hrst Ounce
The Travis car turned into the drive
leading to the hotel. June squeezed
Mrs. Travis hand under the robes
"Just look at the crowd: she eN-
Ella lined with delight. This Is Solhs
10 no the best dance of the season
see Nell Ferguson. Don't you see her
standing next to that second pillar tank
ing TO Warren Pearson, mother? she
cot ON that embroidered thing her uncle
brought from Japan. l must dance Win
warren-he's a dream.
June
"T meant a dream of dance. mother
I'm not a hit interested in Warrle Pear
son if that's what you mean. Hes
An attendant in livery helpeo lhen1
from, the car. June took hold OF Mary :
hand and helped her up the steps.
"Just don't YOU let me eaten you
rirtinC-that's all" she whispered wick
.dl,. in the old woman's ear; and Mrs.
Travis wondered what Mary's sudden m
Gignaut exclamation was about