Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-12
MAPYER XIV
Cup and Lip

Cup ana Lip
Through the crowded Paris ter
minal Neeland pushed his way car,
rying the olive-wood box in his hand
and keeping an eye on his porter,
who preceded him carrying the re-
mainder of his luggage and repeat
ing:
TO Neeland it was like a home
coming after many years exile; the
subtle but perfectly specific odor of
Paris assailed his nostrils once
language of France sounded once
more delightfully."- in his eager ears;
vivacity and intelligence sparllled in
every eye that met his own. 1t was
throng of rapid movement of ami
mated speech, of gesticulation. And
as it was in the beginning when he
first arrived there as a student, he
fell in love with it at first sight and
contact.
All around him moved porters, pas
sengers, railroad officials; the red
kepis of soldiers dotted the crowd;
a priest or two in shovel hat and
buckled shoes, a Sister of Charity
from the Rue de Bac lent graVer
where, were the pretty bourgeois
women of the capital gathered to
welcome relatives or friends, or
themselves starting on some brief
summer voyage so dear to those
who seldom. find it in their hearts
to leave Paris for longer than a fort
night at a time.
AS he pressed onward he witnessed
characteristic reunions between voy
ayers and friends who awaited them
animated, cordial gay scenes COM
plfcated by many embra' on both
cheeks.
And, of a sudden, he noticed the
prettiest girl he had ever seen in his
life. She was in white, with a black
straw hat, and her face and figure
were lovely beyond words. Evidently
she was awaiting friends; there was
a charming expectancy on her fresh
young face, a slight forward inclin-
alton of her body, as though expect
ancy and happy impatience alone con-
trolled her.
Her beauty almost took his breath
away.
Lord" he thought to himself. eff
such girl as that ever stood wait
At the same moment her golden
grey eyes. sweeping the passing
crowd. met his; a sharp thrill of
anna Hement passed through him as
she held out both gIoved hands with
a soft exclamation of recognition:
Jim! Jim Neeland!"
Rue Carew!" He could scarcely
credit his eyesisht, where he stood,
hat in hand, holding both her little
ndHOS IN one OF MS.
No. there was no use in trying to
disguise his astonshment. He looked
into the face of this tall young girl,
searched it for familiar features,
recognized a lovely Daraphrase of the
freckled face and thin figure he re-
membered, and remained dumb be-
fore this, radiant reincarnation of
that other unhappy. shabby, and
meagre child he had known two years
ago-
Ruhannah, laughing and flushed,
withdrew her hands.
Have L charged2 You haven't
And always thought YOU the most
wonderful and ornamental young man
on this planet: 1 knew YOU at orca
Jim Neeland. Would you have passed
without recognizing. me-"
Perhaps I wouldn't hav~ passed
afte~ seeing yoU--'
Jim Neeland'. What remark!"
she laughed. ANYWAY. it's nice to
hel9ve myself attractive enough to
p" noticed. And I'm so glad to see
vr2tchin@ for Eou"-turnin~ her pref
~. @eacer heed n search for the
D~ty cn@s MISC, -. ooh. there she
Is! She doesn't see U.s.
They made th@t" way between the
rassinF r?n!S Of passengers and
Tfars: the princess caught sight
@: tfe"1, came hostily toward ZEN
u.
--H"Ffor coming, So YOU found him.
How go you. Jim? And
vsEe is the rl;rc-wood box?"
En- VOL ana there's tn. deviltsh
) -. he replied. IaurnIn and lifting
s IL his hand to exhibit it. "Naia,
T,cEt time YOU want it, send an
st of artillery and two battle
sid YOU h2vc troubIeo"
arouble? hGd the time of nv
!fo1 No movinr. picture can ever
cc7in excite me: no best seller. rye
been both Stree ! had Your cable
to get this box and bring it to YOU"
He laughed as he spoke, bit the
princess continued to regard him
very, seriously, ard Rue Carew's smile
wood. for she was not quite sure
whether he had really encountered
any dangers on this mission which
he had fulfilled so we'll.
Our car is waiting outside" said
the princess. ''Where is your port
err. Jim?"
Neeland glanced about him. discov-
cred the porter. made a sign for
him to follow and they moved to-
gether toward the entrance to the
huqe terminal.
i haven't decided where to stop
YET bef-an Neeland. but the princess
checked him with a pretty gesture:
You stop with us. Jim
THANK you so much. but"
please. Must I beg of you?"
DO you really wish it?"
Certainly" she replied absently
glancing about her. She added: II
don't See my car. l don't see my
footnlan. ] told him to wait here
Rue. do you see him anywhere?"
NO. 1 don't" said the girl.
How annoying" said the princess
Hes new man. My own foot
man was set upon and alwost killed
by Apaches a week ago. So I had
to find a substitute. How stpid OF
hinl Where on earth can he be
waiting?"
They traversed the court Of the
terminal Many automobiles were
parked there or just leaving: liveried
footmen stood awaiting masters and
nlistresses; but nowhere was the car
of the Princess Mistchenka in sight
They stood there, Neeland's porter