Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-01-30
IDLANAof the GREAT GAME.
- I'VE STORY or wor1Ar5 HUNT FOR AMAN.
D81 By ETHEL lloyd PATTERSON ~

well-dressed, quiet women whom l
had s. envied was each busy in her
own way justifying her existence.
Briefly. as it had been put to me-
they worked And in this l was
unwilling to follow them. l hated the
very look of real labor. Perhaps l
had only longed TO be like these women
because l fancied theirs We're lives of
ease. But once l had been thrown among
them, into their companionship. some
better instinct had been aroused in me,
too. Although / was not as yet ready
to undertake the burdens and RESPONSE
bilities of a fuller life, l had caught
just enough OF a glimpse of something
better TO be unhappy with that which 1
had.
Accordingly. l plunged even more fe-
verishly into my life of gayety, in
hopes of sitting the still, small voice
Of conscience, which was speaking to
me for the first time. For nights L
danced madly in the gay restaurants
Of the city with June and his friends.
1 bought several new evening dresses
with the money my admirer gave me.
1 told myself 1 was we'll rid of the
stodgy women with whom 1 had be-
come acquainted at Mrs. Henderson's.
Then one night my gayly-colored bal
loon Of JOY burst in midair. l saw
MI. Colby, Mrs. Henderson's brother,
seated at table across the restau-
rant where / was dining with June and
several others At once 1 waved my
hand to him gayly. 1 expected. of
course, that he would rush to join US,
ply me with questions about the sort Of
time I had had at his sisters. 1 scarcely
could believe my own eyes when he
nodded pleasantly and went on eating
his dinner.
For a while my hurt pride made my
laughter the louder. I pretended to be
absorbed in my companions. But my
glance from time to time stole in Mr.
Colby's direction At last 1 saw him
rise from his place He did not even
do me the honor of deliberately avoid
ing me; instead he sauntered down the
aisle of tables, passed me so close
could have touched him with my
hand. but did not pause. Again he
was gone. The lights in the room grew
dim; the mirth about me sounded hol-
low. 1 felt as though this man had
given me my chance for better things,
and I had thrown it aside too lightly.
Il seemed to me that must be beneath
his contempt for him to be able thus
carelessly to pass me by.
Then vanity came to my assistance.
Il whispered 10 me that perhaps he
was Jealous, jealous of June! The
very COlQneSS OF MS manner might DO
an indication OF his real interest In
me And as 1 thought this seemed TO
me a reasonable solution of his treat
ment- I could scarcely wait for the
following morning to telephone to him
The answer came back over the wire
that Mr.. Colby was engaged Could
call him UP laterT' Again 1 told myself
these were but the actions of q man who
cared so much he could not bear to see
me in the company Of another. / resolv-
ed to write to him. Indeed. did indite
very humble and sweet little note, tell
ing Mr. Colby how happy 1 had been
during my visit with his sister, and
asking him if he would not come to see
me.
Days passed and I received no an
swer. The colder I felt Mr.. Colby's
manner to be toward me the more de
sirable he seemed. Now all the stub
bornness in me had been aroused. 1
was very sure of my charms. l feh
certain that if once L could make this
man come to see me I also could make
him forgive me anything. But ap-
parently he was determined not to make
the first advance. Very well, then,
would do so. / knew that Mr.. Colby
had bachelor quarters. I resolved to call
upon him.