Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-05-30


public just then. Too many. people
knew more or less about him-"the
sort of people who might possibly be
in communication with his wife
There was no use slapping chance
in the face. Two quiet visits to the
| races with Ruhannah was enough for
the present. Even those two visits
were scarcely discreet. 1t was time
to go.
Stull and Brandes stood consulting
+, together beside the runabout; Rue sat
in the machine watching the press
of carriages and automobiles on
Broadway, and the thronged side
| ed crowds were pouring.
I'm not coming again, Ben" said
Brandes, dropping his voice. mo use
to hunt the limelight just now. You
can't tell what some of these people
might do. I'll take no chances that
some fresh guy might try to start
something"
Stir UP Nrtnna?" stulPs lips mere
ly formed the question, and his eyes
watched Ruhannah.
"They couldn't. What would she
care? All the same, play safe, Ben.
Well, be good. Better send me mine
on pay day. I'll need it."
StulPs face grew sourer:
Cant you wait till she gets her
And lose a month off? No"
cts all coming your way, Eddie.
Stay wise and play safe. Don't start
"It's Safe. If I don't, take septem-
Der off wait a year for my-honey-
moon. And won't. seer"
They both looked cautiously at Ru-
hannah, who sat motionless, absorb
ed in the turmoil Of vehicles and
people.
Brandes' fAca slowly Redeemed; he
dropped oRe hand on stulrs shoulder
and said, between thin lips that
scarcely moved:
she's all rw Interested in. You
don't think much of her, Ben. She
isn't painted. She isn't dolled up, the
anything else that matters very much
to me. ALI l want in the world is
sitting in that runabout, looking out
Of her kid eyes at a thousand or two
people who amt worth the pair of
rundown shoes she's wearing
But Stu1l's expression remained
sardonic and unconvinced.
So Brandes got into his car and
took the wheel; and Stuff watched
them threading. a tortuous path
way. :.
They sped past the great hotels,
along crowded sidewalks, along the
park, and out into an endless stretch
of highway, where hundreds of other
cars were travelling in the same d.
rection.,
Did you have a good time?" he
inquired, shifting his cigar and keep
ing his narrow eyes on the road.
yes; it was eautfful-exciting."
Some horse, Nick stoner! Some
race, eh?"
81 was so excited-with everybody
standing up and shouting. And such
beautiful horses-and such pretty
women in their wonderful dresses!
II never knew there were such
things"
He swung the car. sent it rush
ing past a NUMBERING limousine, slow
ed little, gripped his cigar be-
tween his teeth, and watched the
road, both hands on the wheel.
o YS fasfsr we're anS som fa5sr his the
for this-for material fortune-for
that chance which every gambler
waits to seize when the psychology
had expected that the chance was to
include very young girl in a coun-
| try-made dress and hat
AS they sped westward the fresh
ening wind from distant pine woods
whipped their cheeks; north, blue
fairy shape against the sky; and
over all spread the tremendous heav-
ems where fleets of white clouds sail
ed the uncharted wastes, and other
fleets glimmered beyond the edges
of the world, hull down. on vast hori-
IONS.
81 want to make you happy" said
Brandes in his low, even voice. 1T
was, perhaps, the most honest state
ment he had ever uttered.
! Ruhannah remained silent, her eyes
riveted on the far horizon.
1t was week later. one hot even
! ing, that he telegraphed to Stull
in Saratoga.
Find me chauffeur who will be
willing to go abroad. I'll give you
| twenty-four hours to get him here"
The next morning he called up
Stull on the telephone from the drug
store in Gayfeld:
"Get my wire, Benz"
eyes. But l."
"Wait. Here's a postscript 1 also
want Parson Smawley. I want him
to get a car and come over to the
Gayfeld House. Tell him I count
on him. And he's to wear black and
Eyes, But about that chauffeur
Don't argue. Have him here. Have
the Parson, also. Tell him to bring
a white tie. Understands
ooh. yes, I understand you, Eddie!
You don't want anything of me, do
| you! no OUT anu SeL IHdl CplIlOlIia-
ton? Just like that! What'!l do?
cts up to you. Get busy"
GAS usual" retorted Stull in an
acrid voice "All the same. I'm tell
ing you there amt a chauffeur you'd
have in Saratoga. Who handed you
that dope?"
Of the combine, anyway. If he, won't
go abroad. I'll leave him in town
Get wiggIe on, Ben. How's
things?"
"AlI right. We had war-axe and
Lady Johnson. Some killing. Ell?
We've got Adriutha and Queen Es-
Their today. The Ocean Belle skate
is scratched Doc and Cap and me
! is thick with the Legislature outfit
| Well trim 'en tonight. How are
| you feeling. Fddie?"
the morning. Ding-dong"
abroad?" shouted StulI.
But Brandes had already hung un
He walked leisurely back to Brook
hollow through the sunshine. He
had never been rs happy in all his
| life.
(To Ee Continued)
MIR ToHfr r. EcHoEs
| CUMMING Ca MAJ 29--Funera1
services for Mr. John r F:hols. who
died Sunday. were held here 1T the
| Baptist church, Tuesday conducted
by Rev. r. It. Twittv. of Norcross
After services at the church. the
| Masons took charge and CONCLUDED
at the cemetery. Mr.. Fchols was GO
years of age. He is survived by his
| wife and two children. Mrs. Thad
Picetk and Lieutenant J. r. Echols
both of Atlanta.