Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-03

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You are so kind to u.s." she re-
peated gratefully; 81 like you for it,"
The utterly unawakeneG youth of
her had always alternately fasci-
mated and troubled him. Gambler
that he was, he had once understood
| that patience is a gamblers stock in
trade. But now for the first time in
| his career he found himself without
You said" he insisted, that
you'd love me when we were mar
ried"
She turned her childs eyes on him
| in faint surprise:
"a wife loves her husband always.
! doesn't she?"
| do you?"
II suppose L shall. -. 1 haven't
| been married very long-long enough
to feel as though l am really mar
shall understand, of course, that I
| love you"
1t was the calm and immature re-
| ply of a little girl playing house. He
knew it. He looked at her pure, per-
picked profile of a child and knew
that what he had said was futile
| understood that it was meaningless
to her, that it was only confusing a
mind already dazed-a mind of which
too much had been expected, too
much demanded.
| He leaned over and kissed the cold
| almost colorlesS cheek; her little me-
chanical smile came back. Then they
remembered the chauffeur behind
them and Brandes redeemed. He was
unaccustomed to a man on the rum
| BILE.
Gould I talk to mother on the tele-
| phone when l get to New York;" she
asked presently, still painfully
flushed
Yes, darling, of course
Il just want to hear her voice."
murmured Rue.
Certainly. we can send her a
That interested her. She inquired
curiously in regard to wireless tele-
graphy and other matters concerning
| ocean steamers.
In Albany her first wave of lone
liness came over her in the stuffy
dining room of the big, pretentious
| hotel, when she found herself seated
| at a Small table alone with this man
whom she seemed, somehow or other,
| to have married.
AS she did not appear inclined to
eat Brandes began to search the
card for something to tempt her
And, glancing up presently, saw
tears glimmering in her eyes.
For a moment he remained dumb
as thought stunned by some sudden
and terrible accusation-for q mo-
ment only. Then, in an unsteady
voice:
Rue, darling. You must not feel
lonely and frightened. I'll do any
thing in the world for you Don't
| you know it?"
| She nodded.
Il tell you" he said in that even,
concentrated voice of his which
scarcely moved his narrow lips, Pm
7ust crazy about you. You're my own
little wife. You're all [ care about.
II | can't make you happy somebody
ought to shoot mex
She tried to smile; her full lips
trembled; single tear, trimming,
fell on the cloth.
-Brookhollow seems-ended-fo
ever. :"
It's only forty miles," he said
with heavy jovia1ity. Shall we
turn around and go back?"
She glanced up at him with an odd
expression, as though she hoped he
meant it; then her little mechanical
smile returned and she dried her
eyes naiVely.
Il don't know why L cannot seem
10 get used to being married." she
said. Il never thought that getting
lonely"
Let's talk about art" he sug-
Sested. You're crazy about art and
you're going to Paris. Isn't that
Sure, it's fine. That's where art
Grows: Artville is Paris other name.
is all there. Rue-the Louvre, the
palace the Latin Quarter, the stat
ues, the churches, and all like that"
What is the Louvre like?'' she
brave.
As he had seen the Louvre only
rom the outside, his imaginary de-
brief. xii"
After a silence Rue asked whether
he thought that their suitcases were
quite safe.
Certainly" he smiled. Il checked
them"
And you're sure they are safer"
OF course, darling. What worries
And, as she hesitated, he, remem-
bered that she had forgotten to put
something into her suitcase and that
the chauffeur had driven her back
TO the house to get it while he linn
self went into the Gayfield house
to telephone Stull.
What was it you went back for,
Rue?' he asked.
Zone thing 1 went back for was
my money"
Money? What money!"
Money my grandfather left me. /
was to have it when 1 married-six
thousand dollars"
You mean you have it in your
suitcase?''' he asked, astonished
"A check?' y -
No, in hundreds"
Yes. I gave father three thou
sand. I kept three thousand"
..ra I'm bills" he repeated. laughing.
is your suitcase locked?"
Yes. l insisted on having nv
money in cash. So Mr.. Wexall, Of
the Mohawk bank, sent messenger
with it last evening"
But he asked, still immensely
amused, why do you want to travel
about with three thousand dollars in
bills in your suitcase?"
She flushed Little, tried to smile:
don't know why. I never before
mad any II money no .t 1t is-pleasant to
But I'll give you all you want,
Rue"
Thank you. 1 have my own,
you see"
bank When you want pin money,
She shook her head with trou-
II couldn't ask anybody for
money" she explained.
Then you don't have to. Well fix
your allowance"
Thank you, but | have my money,
and I don't need it,"
This seemed to amuse him tremen-
dously; and even Rue laughed lit
tie.
You are going to take your money
to Paris?" he asked.
T. Yes"
"To buy things?"
oh. no. Just to have it with
me-"
His rather agreeable laughter
sounded again.
so that was what you forgot to
put in, your suitcase" he said. mo
wonder you went back for it,
There was something else very
important, too"
What, darling?"
my drawings" she explained in
nocently.
Your drawings! Do you mean