Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-01

him. because I've Qeclueu L JuoI
get we'll and keep him for myself.
& wise decision, since you're the
only one I'd be wiling to leave him
to, and you refuse my request in no
uncertain manner, therefore, I've got
to recover! AND, he said I had to
live, so I'm living still, and so glad
you don't want him, since 1T re-
makes my determination to arise
and walk all the stronger.
They put an electric fan in here.
It's an artificial breezi-fi-er Cook
out for new words, Marge. No die
tionary up here and I'm sure glad of
til feel awful free, somehow, and
breezed on me while I slept, and
I'm not dressed any more like, l was
at the North Pole, Marge, but dress
that persists in ambitious climbings
OTIS like me-. Marge, higher, higher),
and up to 120 degrees and upwards
on hot August days. And, we don't
perspire out here. We just sweat.
I've about sweated all my sins away.
N.Y., sheets are drenched, so they
thought I'd better have a fan, but
it gave me a pain in my shoulder,
and I've no use for it any more. It's
an artificial trouble-maker, so l had
'em turn it about face and let it fan
the room in general instead of poor
llCCl0 me, LILY Ing ". UISSAS lily pun
away. You see, Marge, for once in
my life I'm in the fashion. I'm in
decollette evening gown. And, fear
1 make a sorry spectacle, being I've
bones in my neck that ought to be
covered in plumpnesS but aren't, and
decollette fashions don't improve me
any, only for comfort it's very
good style just now. Therefore,
wear ,em. Poor Don selected 'em for
me; soft crepe affairs. Poor man, 1
can see him Laundering hopelessly
in department stores, selecting or
having it done for him, beautiful
things for his wife. He'd throw
home, days, but he's. not saying a
word. Men are funny.
I'm still consuming ice-water and
fruit punches galore. I've eaten eggs
for breakfast until I'm tired of 'em.
l was tired of 'em when I came
here. and this morning 1 yanked up
my soft boiled eggs and started to
throw it against the wall and bust
it to smithereens. Then I realized
good little civilized savage.
Sister Lucretia combs my hair
mornings. She's sweet. They all are.
But she was telling me she used to
play in the barn on the hay when
she was a little girl. Fancy it!
DIG was OIlCS q IlLllS SII4, l1hO JOu
and me. and played on the hay.
1t struck me funny like. And, I
couldn't hardly get it together in
my mind; her in all that queer head
gear and black robing now, once a
little girl on the hay-but I some
how loved her better for knowing
about it. 1t was sort of link be-
I've taken a notion l want to get
fat.
For mischief I torment my nurse,
beseeching her in influence DR..
Wilkins to prescribe malt for me,
or beer or some such dope, so I'll
get fat. | want my bones to get
covered, Marge. I might climb into
society yet, and would want to wear
lovely evening gowns and never can
so loqg as I'm bony and scrawny
necked. The nurse stood it, little
Scotchy-long as she could. and
then one morning told Dr. right be-
fore me. Doctor. she wants beer"
I Just b'lieve she's a regular old
tippler from the way she bankers
beer and getting fat She smiled at
drank a glass of it in my life! I
played up to her lead, Marge I act
ed awful serious and solemn. but
couldn't persuade him into it. He's
a heart of flint, but you can't ex-
pect any better of married man.
He talked of milk and eggs for fat
and me tired of both and wanting
to bust eggs on white walls! And
they have to force me to drink
milk, for 1 want grape juice and
ice drinks and I wheedle nurses in
to it, too. Little Scotchy is soft
and tender hearted. She never scoIds
me for writing. In fact nobody ever
scolded me yet. And they don't
catch me scribbling much. 1 slide
1t beneath my pillow, Marge. 1 rest
awhile and try my best to study UP
something brilliant to pen to you
qear; Ii ever hit on anything right
bright, just lay it to grape-juice and
orangeade.
II can always tell Scotchy's foot
steps. She goes at a rapid canter
down the corridor. Her smile is
quick and bright as sunshine I'm
man man. | know I'd fall in love. We
have worlds of fun. I told her I'm
going to write a book. I don't know
II she believed me or not. Not. I
guess. She thinks it a grape Juice
dream, but I am, Marge. i've aim
ed to ever since long ago, but I've
been too busy to think of it lately.
until now I've time to think abou,
everything I'd most forgot, and I
know I'm going to do it. And. ri
write 1t about you cause you're my
beautiful girl and would make an
ideal heroine.
Sometimes, l know when the
nurses are resting out on the porch.
and I'm SO glad they can sit down
few moments. Often I've drained
my ice water pitcher dry, but | go
thirsty rather than ring them to
their tired feet. I think some women
try and see how often they can ring.
L ring but seldom watch them
hurrying along the hall and call
out, when you're not busy. please"
I've heard women relate hOrrid tales
OF Il got absolutely no attention"
and they make me tired. It's all in
the woman. l never lack for atten-
ton. and it's graciously and most
courteously Fiven. and they smile
and talk % me and that,s r-.hat 7