Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-12-07

THEN next Helen and Adele
N/ were together no mention was
w made Of the picture episode,
of it, and both did their best to
counterfeit the feeling of restraint
that they felt because of it.
Helen was at work on the new
story, one that gripped her so that
in gossip with Adele until it was
finished. Mortimer Kellogg had call
ed, but was refused entrance, al
though Helen was at home. So he
had written asking for a story, and
Helen, in the reaction from her in
incident as the plot of her story, and
in her temperamental way worked
it out alone. Not even Mrs. Cook
or Adele could gain admittance once
she had commenced to write
The daylight was usually gone
when she laid her work aside. Then,
exhausted, hungry, she had no wish
dinner and go to bed.
do come out and take a ride on
the 'bus," Adele pleaded through the
telephone. 1T will do you good. -,
Used. -
They took a No. s. 1t went up
Riverside Drive to One Hundred and
olACy-IHlru street.. Iney WOuld keep
their seats, be sure they would not
be obliged to return as an inside
assenger-something Helen mated.
To Adele, Helen was now douply
interesting, as was Adele to Holen.
1t is strange that an affinity, or even
an admiration for the same man. will
call out this trait in women, put so
1t does. Looking back, Helen re.
called small number of incidents
ana scenes nllt of
Adele also, in the more recent DAVIS,
recalled much that she then gave no
particular heed to. but which now
stood out plainly, silhouetted against
her memory.
They talked little. But this was
not strange, as often they sat to-
gether in silence. 1t had been one >
Adele's attractions for Helen, this
ability to keep still.
But tonight each longed to speak
OF the thing nearest their hearts; the
thing neither had been able 10 dis
miss from their thoughts for days
Suddenly Adele gave a start.
What is it?" Helen asked.
i thought I saw someone I knew
on that bus we passed. I must have
been mistaken" But she knew she
had not been mistaken, that the hand
some, debonair face was that Of the
friend of the man of the photograph
the man he had brought one hight
70 10 call upon her. Might it not bc
that he, too. was in the city? This
man also was from California
But something, some feeling she
could not explain, kept Adele silent
SO SO to the personality of the man she
n ia9 seen even LED her to pretend she
had been mistaken
Back down through the broad lane
OF the Drive, then Fifth avenue. the
girls rode in silence through the
route. '"e
Coming in, Adele?" Helen asked
No-not tonight. I'll write a LET
4 Ter then turn in. Good night,
Good night, Adele"
So, casually they parted, hiding
under the guise OF Indifference
In her own room Adele looked
in her desk Finally she found that
for which she searched. She called
number on the, telephone.
rs Mr.. David Arens, of San Fran
cisco, stopping there?" she asked.
After a moment came mans voice
over the wire:
"Hello-''
as this Mr.. Arens?"
YES; who is calling, pleaSe?'
your friend K. D. in town with your
NO. But won't you please tell me
who is calling?"
mot tonight. I may call again.
Thank you and good-by." Without
waiting for an answer Adele hung up.
81 wonder" Adele said aloud, as
she prepared for bed wonder if
David Arens knows"
The pleasantly cool summer day
had thickened up rather suddenly
The twinkling lights of the Square
cleaned family through the fog that
hung low over the trees and made
even the green buses look faint and
ghostlike as they swung around the
circle. Helen had sat by the window
for hours. Her spirit was perturbed
she WITS restless, full of queries
Sleep was impossible, so she had
wrapped herself in a kimono and had
spent the hours by her favorite win
dow lnOlyinO fi,oo oil,