Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-11-23

WY HEN Helen awoke the day hat
AHj fully dawned. She rose i'm
w mediately and going to thu
window took in long breath'
of the crisp morning air. For the
saw a little boy looking up at her
and she nodded her bright brown
head at him. He smiled and she
threw him kiss.
He'll think I'm crazy" she muir
INJURED as she bathed. Her Kitchen
cite yielded c.ffee, rolls, and butter
She dawdled over her breakfast until
derful morning! She mad heard tina;
the New York climate was not to be
depended upon. was full of vagaries
full of whims, like a woman. she
hurried to dress. She would spend
this glorious day out of doors. She
had a little money left. Her rent
was paid for two months. What need
to hasten her work?
Naturally she went into the square.
The green buses lured her, and with
out knowing or caring where 1T went
she climbed to the top of one. She
would ride until tired. 1t was one
that went up Riverside Drive. 1t was
her first glimpse of this wonderful.
street. and she enjoyed it to the full
on one Slue inc podtS lyHiS
water, on the other stately homes
and the thoroughfare itself
crowded with motor cars. She Won
dered if every one in New York own
ed car. But she wondered idly, not
enyiously.
At Grants Tomb she climbed
bench, sat upon it to watch the peo-
pie EARLY as it was most of the
seats We're occupied. Nurses with
their charges, women and men who
loved the fresh morning air, little
children playing gleefully about, all
interested Helen,
She sat there until nearly o'clock.
Feeling hungry, she asked a nice
motherly looking woman II there
was any place near where she could
get luncheon.
is expensive, but the food is good"
the woman replied.
Thank you" Helen said, and made
her way to the restaurant.
g An obsequious waiter showed her
a table overlooking the water. It
was so lovely she almost forgot her
hunger. Finally she ordered a SIM
cupped hands, she watched the life
outside. Once as she raised her eyes
she imagined the man. at the next
table was looking at her with some
curiosity, but dismissed the idea. She
saw other women without escorts.
1t was evidently au fait for her to
lunch alone.
When her luncheon came she de-
voted herself to it. AS she left the
Claremont a bus was approaching
and she ran lightly down the hill to
meet it. Once more she found a seat
on top and rode to the Square.
When she reached home it was mid
afternoon. Yet how really little she
had seen of New York. Just
glimpse.
ct will take ,me years-years,"
she said aloud as she removed her
street clothes for comfortable
negligee. And if I am going to
lunch in places like that 1 shall have
to begin to write. My money won't
last long at the rate 1 have spent it
today But she laughed gleefHlly
and went about her self-imposed
tasks blithely. Nothing could dam
pen her spirits. She was free!
Once more Helen stood in the open
her. Suddenly she turned quickly
and threw out her hands with a ges-
ture Of annoyance.
Some one had raped.
Gomez she called. Of course it
was the janitress. Helen hoped she
was not going to prove a nuisance.
"Come!" once more she spoke, and
impatiently.
"Oh, I beg your pardon. have
made a mistake" It was the man
Helen had noticed looking at her at
Claremont.
Are you looking for some one?"
Eyes, a friend of mine, an artist