The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1917-05-31
GEORGIA'S VENTURE
BY rZoLA FORESTER.

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When Georgia rented the Sinclair
house and took lease on the little
old, Buxton inn down by the postroad,
Arburndale lifted its lorgnette, so to
speak, in marked disapproval.
In the first place, if one must be
straitened in circumstances, there was
really no need of advertising the fact.
She might have stayed on at the great
old mansion oG&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 a receiver, and, of course,
all of his money went with it. They
may reorganize, 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
greens. 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
aflluence.
'He doesn't know" she answered.
'But you were engaged weren't you,
Georgia? At least it was always un-
derstood-"
mo" said Georgia, quite gently.
"We were never really engaged, Mrs.
Dorian. We were just good friends al,
ways. | hope the little inn won't spoil
that"
Malcolm did not hear of the inn or
Georgia's venture for nearly a 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.
"Well, you know, it's Georgia's own
fault that she was dropped" said
Frances Marbury, with lifted eyebrows.
"Oh, she wasn't really dropped. 1
don't mean that, but she went into
business, you see, sort of trade, keep
ing a little inn down on the post road,
and Mrs. Dorian tried to get the house
committee to ignore 1t, but they took
it up. Mrs. Ellston is on it, 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 Sinclair's daughter"
Just what we all said. It's terrible,
isn't it?"
"Terrible for Arburndale and the
Country club" answered Malcolm,
grimly. 1.-THE prlm idiots"
The following day he rode down to
see 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
know|
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 / do enjoy this,
Malcolm, only" she hesltated, and
laughed, "haye you heard about the
Country club? That was the first
whack they gave me-"
Malcolm rode back with grim deter
minatlon 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-
slve person In the county, In spite of
her invalldism. He told her all about
Georgia, all that her happiness meant
to him.
Il 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. Joscclyn had driven down
70 The Inn and Ind drunk ten with Is