Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-05-30
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1t looks like you been robbing a coun-
| try school"
Brandes slow, greenish eyes mark
| ed sleepily the distant dust, Where
Mr.. Sanford's Nick Stoner was lead
ing a brilliant field, steadily over
hauling the favorite, Deborah Glenn.
when the time comes for me, to
fix her up" he said between thin
| lips which scarcely moved. shell
| look like Washington Square in May
mot like Fifth avenue and Broad
way"
Nick Stoner continued to lead.
StuIPs eyes resembled two holes
burnt in a sheet; Brandes yaWned
They were plunging the limit on the
Sanford favorite.
AS for Ruhannah, she sat with
slender gloved hands tightly clasp
ed, lips parted, intent, Fascinated
with the sunlit beauty of the scene.
Brandes looked at her, and his
heavy. eXpressionless features al
tered subtly:
'Some running!" he said.
A breathless nod was her response
All around them repressed excite,
ment was breaking out; men STOOD
I'D and shouted; women rose, and the
clubhouse seemed suddenly to dos
som like a magic garden OF wind
tossed flowers.
Through the increasing cheering
Stull looked on without a sign OF
emotion, although affluence or ruin,
in the Sanford colors, sat astr1de the
golden roam.
Suddenly Ruhannah stood up one
hand pressed to the ill-ftting blue
serge over her wildly beating heart.
Brandes rose beside her. Not mus
Gle in his features moved.
"Gawd" whispered Stull in his ear
as they were leaving:
Some killing, Benz nodded Bran
des in his low, deliberate voice: his
ed; fortune, the noisy wanton, had nae
flung both arms around his meek.
But his slow eyes were continually
turned on the slim young girl Whom
he was teaching to walk beside MIN
without taking his arm r., e,+,,,, bod IN
CURED. And Brandes' reply was cor
rect; Ruhannah never dreamed that
it made a penny's difference to
Brandes whether NICK Stoner won
or whether it was Deborah Glenn M
which the wild-voiced crowd sa-
They did not remain in Saratoga
for dinner. They took Stull back to
the hotel on the rumble of the run
about, Brandes remarking that ne
thought he should need a chauffeur
before long and suggesting that that stun stu
Halted in the crush before the
United States hotel, Stull decided to
descend there. Several men in the
nassing crowds bowed to Brandes;
one, Norton Smawley, known to the
fraternity as "Parson" SmaWley'
came out to the curb to shake hands.
Brandes introduced him to Rue as
.Parson'' neutrality-suspicious. with
some sinister future purpose already
beginning to take shape in his round,
heavy head, or whether perverted
sense of humor prompted him to give
Rue the idea that she had been in
godly company, it is difficult to de-
termine..
the daughter of a clergyman and a
missionary And the Parson took his
che At any rate Rue, leaning from
her seat, listened to the persuasive
fand finely modulated voice of Parson
| Smawley with pleasure, and found
| his sleek, graceful presence and
| courtly manners most agreeable.
There were no such persons in Gay
She hoped, shyly, that if he were
in Gayfield he would call on her "a
Their. Once in a very long while
clergymen called on her father, and
their rare visits remained a pleas
ure to the lonely invalid for months.
The parson promised to call, very
gravely 1t would not have embar-
raised him to do so; it was his bust
ness in life to have a sufficient knowl-
edge of every mans business to en-
able him TO converse convincingly
with anybody.
He took polished leave of her; took
leave of Brandes with the faintest
flutter of one eye1id. as though he
understood Brandes' game. Which he