The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1917-05-30
GEORGIA'S VENTURE
BY lola FORESTER.


In the first place, If one must be
straitened in circumstances, there was
really no need of advertising the fnct.
She might have stayed on at the great
old mansion on the hill road and done
something that was-well, unobtrusive
and genteel, If she had to increase her
income. Mrs. Dorian tried to make
her see this, and Georgia only pushed
back her thick brown hair and
laughed.
But there wasn't any income to IN
crease" she laughed. "All at once and
nothing first, don't you know, Mrs.
Dorian, like the one-hoss shay. Dads
lawyers just wrote from New York
that the railroad had gone into the
hands of receiver, and, of course,
all Of his money went with 1t. They
may reorganlze, but it will take time.
And, meanwhile, we've got to live
whether Arburndale approves or not"
"And what does Malcolm say?" que
ried Mrs. Dorian.
Georgia looked down the lovely
stretch of country road, all fresh with
spring blossoms and bright warm
green's. She had rather left Malcolm
out of the calculations. Malcolm be-
longed to the realm of the big house
on the hill, and the Country club and
nfiiuence.
ale doesn't know" she answered.
But you were engaged, weren't you,
Georgian At least 1t was always I'M
lerstood-"
NO" said Georgia, quite gently.
1--WE were never really engaged, Mrs,
Dorian. We were just good friends al.
ways. 1 hope the little inn won't spoil
that"
Malcolm did not hear of the inn or
Georgia's venture for nearly u month;
not until his return South. Then, the
FIRST night OF his arrival he missed her
at the Country club dance and asked
for her.
swell, you know, it's Georgia's own
fault that she was dropped" said
Frances Marbury. with lifted eyebrows.
"Oh, she wasn't really dropped.
don't mean that, but she went into
business, you see, sort of trade, keep
Ing little inn down on the post road,
and Mrs. Dorian tried to get the house
committee to ignore 1t. but they took
II up. Mrs. Elllston is on 1t, and sim
ply said It would never do. So Geor.
gia sent in her resignation"
Good Lord" calculated Malcolm.
General Farrington's granddaughter
and old Langdon Slnclair's daughter"
"Just what we all said. It's terrible,
sn't it3"
TERRIBLE for Arburndale and the
ountry club" answered Malcolm,
tmly. "The prim idiots"
The following day he rode down to
zee the mistress of the inn. She looked
very sweet and charming in her little
private sitting room across the hall
from the long. narrow dining room.
-Why on earth didn't you let me
known"
81 don't know; there wasn't anything
to do. Dad just gave up when the
railroad went TO smash. Aunt Anne
says he's better since she took him up
TO the springs. And 1 do enjoy this,
Malcolm, only" she hesltated, and
laughed, ''have you heard about the
Country club? That was the first
whack they gave me-"
hulNblll Ibdt uuNh VIII utltI-
mInation in his heart. A telegram
went speeding north to his lawyers to
dig up the railroad case. and see where
the Sinclair stock stood. Then he
went to his mother. Margaret Joscelyn,
who had swayed society affairs up at
the capital in her younger days, and
was still the most admired and exclu.
sive person in the county, in spite OF
her invalidlsm. He told her all about
Georgia, all that her happiness meant
to him.
81 love her and am going to marry
her, mother, and want you to manage
the rest. VIII your"
Dear lad, of course" she said, ten.
derby.
The following week Arburndale knew
that Mrs. Joscelyn had driven down
to the Inn and had drunk tea with its
mistress out on the cool little veranda
In full view of the post road and pass
ersby. The next shot out of clear
sky was the announcement of a select
dance given by Mrs. Joscelyn at the
Country club in Miss Sinclair's honor
And Mrs. Elliston and several other
members were not invited. But Nal.
colin smiled as he led Georgia out into
the cool sweetness of the moonllt
walks.