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


"Will you stay a while?" she ask
ed on impulse.
A look of pleasure flashed across
his face.
Gladly, if I may. My name is
Kirk Lansing"
land mine Helen westfield"
Helen warmed at once to her Wis
itor. His manner, respectful yet ap-
preciatiVe, led her on to talk. He
fairly beamed under the unexpected
charm of the girl. He saw she was
lady, and clever. Unconventional.
yes. But in some way she, gave the
able of caring for herself.
Kirk Lansing asked no questions
sure way to Helen's favor. Helen,
calmly friendly, never effusive, told
him what she would. She had come
to New York to live. She loved it
already, although she had been here
but ten days. She was alone, yes,
And she was to write. That was
about all. but enough for the present
at least. Kirk knew she was unmar-
ried. Mrs. Cook had called her
Miss"
He had complimented her upon her
apartment, and she had told him of
her delight in the view she had of
the square. She stood by the Win
uOW, he dI IlSI nLuSD gnu pO1iASOA oAh
the fountain, the buses crowded with
home-going people, Helen looked at
the scene, possessed by a pleasure
which in her was always an ardor.
She had a shrinking from the ugly
or merely physicals facts of life, but
she was filled with a passion for
beauty, for movement, for color. And
guage as she stood looking out upon
the square.
They talked little of her work.
that was to be. She was sure Of sue
cess, showed it so plainly that he too
had a positlvoness that failure could
not touch her.
The tiny clock on the mantel struck
the hour. Five O'Clock. With an apol-
ogy on his lips Kirk Lansing arose:
81 have overstayed my welcome,
fear. If promise never to DO SO
again, may 1 come--soon?" he asked
as he held out his hand.
81 shall be glad to have you," Hell
en- frankly answered.
She stood by the window until ne
was out of sight At the corner ne
mad turned and had uncovered his
head, standing just a moment, his
face turned toward the window. She
thought he had not seen her. But the
action touched her. She felt vaguely
full of Observation-Disclosures for things she
had missed SO far. Somewhere in
the long years to come she would
find them waiting for her.
81 Will know life, because L am
free" she said as she turned away
from the window.
Suddenly she felt an eagerness for
work. For an hour she wrote STEAD
ily. Then pushing paper aside, she
let her thoughts return to her caller.
"a year ago / should have been
afraid to say even 'hoWdy-do' to MIN,
was Fer thought. 1t brought smile.
What a creature of convention she
had been. There was nothing wrong
in being a bit friendly. He was a
gentleman, any one could see that.
She was glad she had told him ne
might call, although she had not
dreamed of making friends with any
one so soon. At any rate it had all
seemed quite natural.
Helen had thought a good deal
about Kirk Lansing In the days that
followed their meeting. She was
rather inclined to wonder why he
was so long in making the call he
had asked permission to make
soon" But her deep satisfaction
with herself, the life that she had
chosen, brought her content. For the
present she was almost happy.
eff I could only forget"
These words were often On ner lips,
often in her thoughts. But even
memories could not make her actively
unkappy-as so often she had been.
She had made close friends with
the Irish janitress, or superintendent
Of the apartment house. But SO Tar
had met none of the other tenants.
The old Irish woman, garrulous put
witty, had taken her fancy. And be,
,r;,o1 iob infn her moth
erly heart. To her helper she said:
"It's a little pettin' she'll be a-nee =
in in spite of her brave words. All
alone in the big city. Didn't 1 near
her tell that foine young man What
paid me my money that she was
alone. It's a husband and children
she should be havin' by this time
ri watch over her bit"
The watching over of the kindly
soul meant many a bit of extra clean
| ing done for Helen, many a thing 70
make life easier for her.
"She amt never done no hard work!
her hands is as soft as oaoys
she had said when she hao houho
II was obligatory that Helen do the
work necessary to keep her rooms IN
order, at least until she had 500 an
other story. She now wrote dlllgenI-
| " several hours a day. In her IDLE
| hours she explored New YORK, 20 iiei
the wonder city of her freedom.
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