Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-01-16

7 SANK into a chair in the sitting
room of June's apartment. L did
- not speak. 1t seemed to me il
was his place to continue the converse
ton. He had just told me there wasn't
anything he would not do for me this
side OF the altar" but that he was not
the marrying kind" AS a matter of
fact, marriage with him had not cross
ed my own mind. L was not in the
least in love with him and L was still
young enough to dream of a fairy prince
who would suddenly come to WOO me,
showering upon me thrills and jewels
But since June thus informed me of his
intentions, or lack of them, 1 imagined
he probably had more to say about his
point of view. In which 1 was right.
Fora moment or two he continued to
fuss absent-mindedly with the fringe of
a scarf which was on the table.
st see" L said slowly. II think
understand. 1 mean, L understand about
the other girl you are going to marry.
But just how do L come in?"
June rose from his place and came
towards my chair.
Your he asked. and his voice was
a little husky. why, you're the real
girl. You're the girl who gets every
thing. Di, you'd always be the girl j
love! You're the girl I'd be with every
minute that L could! And. sweetheart,
I'll put every cent can lay my hands
on into your pocketbook to throw away
any old way you like! You love TO
spend money! know it. I'll show you
how to do it,!
By this time his arms were about
my shoulders.
IT'S like this, Dr." he began, you
see, my old man has an awful pile. I'm
-
To have a whole lot of money like that
is a great responsibility. You can't
just step in and do anything you want
with II. You have, more or less, to
be trained to managing it properly. The
kind of girl like, that L can be friends
with and love-your kind-has not been
brought up to be a figurehead on a
bunch of millions. When L say I'm
not the marrying kind / mean l can't
marry the kind of girl l want to. Some
day, of course, I'll have to marry some
skinny, cold-blooded fish who's been
brought up to do the society game. But
meanwhile want a regular girl. And,
Di, I'm crazy over you-you can have
anything you want
L had been listening intenuy to every
word June said. Although he had tried
to veil il, to word it in as flattering a
way as possible to me, 1 was neverthe-
less shrewd enough to catch the real
drift of what he was telling me. AL
though il did not quite crystalline IN
my mind. l felt instinctively he only
was saying very deliberately that 1 was
not good enough to marry. My pride
was hurt. And my hurt pride, together
with his lack of real attraction to me,
served me in the stead of the morality
which 1 had not.
Dir he whispered close to my
cheek We'll paint this old town the
brightest scarlet it's ever Scent!
/ managed to get my palms against
his chest. 1 pushed his warm, flushed
young face away from me.
But what am l to do?" I protested.
How am TO liver
June paused for a moment.
We'll" he said, you can come here
for a few weeks until We have time to
furnish "A real place for you. You can
call yourself Mrs. Somebody or other.
Oh. Di, Kiss me! Don't hold out like
thisr'
With a sudden swift impulse tina
came from l know not where, l arose
to my feet
81 wontr' 1 cried. II won't! 1 won't!
l WON'T