Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-01-09
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80 ruE STORY OF vvor1Ar5 HUNT FOR AMAN
HE4 By ETHEL LLOYD PATTERSON. 80

great admiration for me, although it
was untouched with the genuine respect
and affection that his friend showed me.
At my birthday party June had gone out
and brought me in bunch of eighteen
roses with a fifty dollar bill concealed
among their stems. These l had man
aged to take without letting him know
| was aware of the money.
Mr. Colby was the third and last of
the men who sought to pay me atten-
tions And l think he was the one who
occupied my mind most He was older
than the other two and had a pleasant,
nonchalant way of speaking. He had
asked me to lunchean once or twice.
But he did not seem very anxious to
press the acquaintance we had formed.
His indifference piqued me.
June, Enthusiastically, had called on
me almost Immediately after my birth
day party without being asked. 1t did
not seem to occur to him that he could
be unwanted anywhere. He came to
my home, and quite charmed my mother
with a certain Difference and admira-
ton which he showed her 1t was she
sort of thing she had not had for many
years. Then later in the evening, when
if so be it, but Jim-Jim Essee, should
never fall a victim of that designing
woman, not while Hattie lived. And
She turned in her bed and rang a small
bell on the stand near by. Her vacant
eyes did not lack expression. They
were full of fire.
II want you to help me Dress" said
she to the scared servant. But first
do up my hair in that new way some
of the women are doing theirs. And
then get out my best slippers and a
white dress" 81
Hattie endured the ordeal of being
made up as best she could. She was
weak and trembling, but animated by
her great resolution she held out. I'm
der the maids skillful fingers the Golf
| fure was a success. Mrs. Essee watch
ed the transformation in her appearance
in the mirror. FINALLY the last touch
was given and the maid stepped back
| to look at the result. Hattie's thin
figure was EMBODIED in white embroid-
cred wrapper. Long ago, when as a
girl she was snatching. Jim away from
! his first love, she had worn pink A
pink ribbon breast knot now gave touch
of his favorite color to her dress, her
pretty feet-and Jim always waxed
.ecstatic over her pretty feet-were in
! white slippers, with just touch of
pink on the toes.
"All you need" remarked the maid,
looking her mistress over critically, lis
just a trifle O. pink on your cheeks,
Mis- Essee.'
Hattie lay. back in her big chair.
put it on" said she lankuidly, "a wee
bit-no more"
| A moment later in stepped the widow
Atwood. my gracious calculated
this amazed lady. whats happened?
What's cured your"
MY new maid" replied Hattie, dark
| ly: "she has worked wonders"
81 should say she has," commented
the widow adding maliciously, land it
was high time, too. But 1 ran over to
ask if it's true that Jim's money went
up in that bank failure. I heard he's
lost every penny he had
1--WE heard so. too" admitted Hat
tie, sorrowfully.
And the widow, looking very thought
full, went away. She was barely gone
when Jim came in. He could hardly
believe the evidence of his own eyes.
His wife Hattie. sitting in an armchair,
dressed up in white, with pink ribbons
his favorite pink! He gathered her up
in his arms, pride, joy, affection shining
in his face. -
''Oh, JIM" sobbed Hattie. 81 thought
/ had lost you"
Lost nothing" said Jim vehemently.
IT know what Wood End is saying about
the widow and me, but it's darned
lie, from start to finish, every word
of it." --.. p.
And JIM" breathed, Hattie happily,
I'm going to be we'll and help you
put back all the money that was lost
in the bank failure" "Huh! laughed
Jim, 81 never lost a cent by the bank
troubles. Two weeks before it happened
1 lent every penny 1 had to old man
Belts on a first mortgage The bank
paid me 8 per cent interest, while Belts
gives me 6 on gilt edge security. So
l switched my cash from the bank over
to Belts and for once in my life I'm
lucky. Say, Hattie" looking admiring-
ly at his wife, 'yoh are pretty as a
peach What on earth would / want
of that widow when I've got you? Say,
now"