Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-05-13
How many times did 1 spike you?"
She flushed and MAnld have fn1ln

HOW lllduy llIllSS ulu L spike you
She flushed and would have found
pleasant word to reassure him, bui
discovered nothing to say, it being
perfectly patent to them both that
she had retired from the floor with
slight limp.
I'm steam roller" he repeated
e care ssl;,; nB y, you dance very
81 have only learned to dance this
winter
Il thought you an expert. Do you
live here?"
Yes. T mean l live at Brook
hollow"
Funny. L don't remember you.
Besides, L don't know your name
people humble so when they intro
duce a man."
Pm Ruhannan Carew"
"Carew," he repeated, while crease
came between his eyebrows. "Of
Brookhollow- Oh, L know. Your
father is the retired missonary--red
house facing the bridge"
Yes"
Certainly" he said, taking anoth-
err look at her; you're the little girl
daddy and used to see across the
fields when we were shooting wood
cock in the willows"
II remember YOU" she said.
81 remember you''
She colored gratefully.
"Because,' he added, dad and
were always afraid you'd wander into
range and we'd pepper you from the
bushes. You've grown a lot, haven't
you?" He had q nice, direct smile,
though his speech and manners were
trifle breezy. confident and sans
facon. But he was at that awe
which succeeds the age of bumptious-
ness---with life and career before
him, attainment, realisation, success,
everything the mystery of life holds
| for a young ma nWhO has just flung
open the gates and who takes the
magic road to the future with a
stride instead of his accustomed pace.
He was already man with pro-
fession, and meant that she should
| become aware of it.
Later in the evening somebody
| told her what a parsonage he had be-
come, and she became even more
deeply thrilled, impressed, and ire
mendously DESTROYS that he should
| seek her out again, not venturing to
| seek him, not dreaming of encour-
aging him to notice her by glance
yet, how to do such things. She
| thought he had already forgotten her
| existence.
But that this thin. freckIed young
thing with gray eyes ought to learn
how much a man he was remained
| SO1uSWuSIS III lIlS UdCh Ol NSSldIlO
head; and when he heard his hostess
say that somebody would have to
see Rue Carew home, he offered to
| do it. And presently went over and
asked the girl if he might-not too
| patroniZingly.
In the cutter, under fur, with the
moonlight electrically brilliant and
the world buried in white. she ven
tured to speak of his art, timidly, as
in the presence of the very great
ooh, yes" he said. 81 studied in
Paris. Wish I was back there. But
| I've got to draw for magazines and
illustrated papers; got to make liv-
| League, too
How happy you must be in your
career." she said, devoutly meaning
it, knowing no better than to say it.
It's business" he corrected her
kindly
"But-yes-but it is art. too"
ooh, art" he laughed. It was the
fashion that year to shrug when art
was ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS from toe
much gable.
We don't busy ourselves with art;
Vs. we busy s; Ourselves 11S With bus bu5iGes
getting on. You see," he admitted
with reluctant honesty, Pm young
at it yeti haven't had very much
of my stuff in magazines yet"
| After d silence, caused by an IN
stinctive truthfulness which always
spoiled any little plan to swagger;
I've had several-well. about a
dozen pictures reproduced"
One picture accepted by any maya
zine would have awed her sufficiently
The mere fact that he was an artist
had been enough to impress her.
do you care for that sort OF
thing-drawing painting, | mean"
he inquired kindly,
She drew a quick breath, steadieG
her voice, and said she did,
Perhaps you may turn out stuff
Il yourself some day"
She scarcely knew how to take
the word stuff" Vaguely she sur.
missed it to be professional vernac.
ular.
She admitted shyly that she cared
for nothing so much as dra wing, thai
she longed for instruction., but that
such dream was hopeless.
ITO he COutiuuedl