Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-17
Eddie Brandes, Fight Promoter and
Theatrical Man, Mixes It With
Maxy Venem
A Woman Said to BE the Cause; Al
fray Draws a Big Crowd in Front
of the Hotel Knickerbocker
Both Men, Badly Battered, Get Away
Rafora the Police Arrive.


Breakfasting leisurely, he read the
Gus account of the sordid affair. Aft
erward he sent for all the morning
PAPERS, But in none Of them was
Ruhannah Carew mentioned at all;
nobody, apparently, having notlceo
her in the exciting affair between
Yemen, Brandes, the latter's WlIe
and the chauffeur.
Nor did the evening paper aoo
ANYTHING material to the account, ex-
cept to say that Brandes had been
interviewed in his office at the Sill
houette theater and that he stated
sonal encounter with anybody, had
not seen Max Yemen in months, had
not been near the Hotel Knickerbock-
er, and knew nothing about the AFFAIR
He also permitted a dark hint to
escape him concerning possible SUITS
for defamation of character against
irresponsible newspapers.
The accounts in the various even
ing editions agreed, however, that
when interviewed. Mr.. Brandes was
nursing a black eye and badly
swollen lip, which, according to MN
he had ao1urgd WITH IN P Pis buginess
manager, Mr.. Benjamin Stull.
And that was all; the big town mao
neither time nor inclination to no
tice either Brandes or Venem any
further; Broadway completed the
story for it's own edification, and, by
degrees, arrived at it's own conclu-
sions. Only nobody could discover
who was the young girl concerned or
where she came from or what mlght
he her name. And, after a few days.
Broadway, also, forgot the matter
amid the furnished tinsel and rau-
multifarious preoccupations.
CHAPTER XIII
Letters From a Little Gill
Neeland had several letters from
Ruhannah Carew that autumn ana
winter. The first one was written
few weeks after her arrival IN
Paris:
Dear Mr.. Nee1and.
Please forgive me for writing 10
you but 1 am homeslck.
have written every week to
mother and have made my letters
read as though I were still married.
| because it would almost Kill her IL
| she knew the truth.
Some day I shall have to tell her,
but not yet. Could you tell me how
YOU think the news out to be broken
| to her father?
That man was not on the steamer.
was quite i'll crossing the ocean.
But the last two days l went on
deck with the Princess Mistchenka
and her maid, and 1 enjoyed the
| sea.
The princess has been so friendly.
I should have died, think, without
| her. what with my seasickness ana
| inconsistencies, and brooding over my
| terrible fall. I know it is immoral
to say so, but I did not want to live
any longer, truly didn't. l even
/ @o1 I'M
that I prayed that way:
Well, I have passed through the
most awful part of my life, l think
[ feel strange and different, as though
I had been very sick, and had died,
and as though it were another girl
sitting here writing to you, and not
| the girl VINO was in your studio
last August.
1 had always expected happiness
some day. Now I know I shall never
have it. Girls dream many foolish
things about the future. They have
such dear, silly hopes.
All dreams are ended for me; al
that remains in life for me is to
work very hard so that I can learn
to support myself and my parents.
I should like to make great deal
| of money SO that when [ die can
leave it to charity. I desire to be re.
membered for my good works. But
| OF course L snail HTSL nave 70 ledIll
how to take care of myself and
mother and father before l can aid
the poor. I often think of becoming
a nun and going out to nurse lepers.
Only I don't know where there are
any. Do you?
Paris is very large and sort of
silvery gray color, full of trees with
yelloWing leaves-but on, it is so
lonely, Mr.. Neeland! I am determin-
ed not to cry every day, but it is
quite difficult not to. And then there
are so many, many people, and they
all talk French! They talk very fast
toe, even the little children.
This seems such an ungrateful let
ter to write you, who were so good
and kind to me in my dreadful hour
of trial and disgrace. 1 am afraid
you won't understand how full OF
| gratitude I am, to you and to the
Princess Mistchenka.
I have the prettiest little bedroom
in her house, There is pink shade
l on my night lamp. She insisted that
L go home with her, and [ had to-
! because 1 didn't know where else to
go, and she wouldn't tell me. In
| fact, [ can't go anywhere or find
any~place because I speak no French
at all. It's humiliating, isn't it, for
even the very little children SPEAK
French in Paris.
But I have begun to learn; cheer
full old lady comes for an hour every