Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-10-28
CHAPTER XXXIu

y T was a week or ten days later
that DR.. Findlay called UP Nora
in the late afternoon to say that
his cvar was in front, of her Of
make a call in the partment mouse
she lived in.
It's such a lovely afternoon" he
| pleaded. Il thought perhaps you
would enjoy drive. Perhaps, II
there were time, we could stop In
a plap?"
Given time to consider, Nora would
doubtless have declined, with the
kindly indifference which is so in
finitely more discouraging than
aloofnes of any other kind
But June breeze was blowing her
hair into little tendrillS even as she
held the telephone. 1t made it's way
| unlimited, through her open office
| window, even as the suggestion made
it's unlimited way into, her tired
apathetic mind and heart.
After all, June was still June. A
faintest echo, pitiful in its way, OF
the, eager interest in Newton Find
answered:
why really, 1 think wonderfully
we'll of such a plan: This day..
think, was made for it-that is, for
u uItNG. DQI suppose YOU nave ICd
with us at home-Rosalie will be
back by the time we return, think
But no--thats true, she has meet
ing tonight. Perhaps"
AS Nora's voice trailed off in dubi-
Gus hesitancy, that of Dr.. Findlay
broke in with increased citation.
Il think tea. at the apartment will
be just the thing--sorry Rosalie can
not be home, of course, butt can
stand it. Hurry. Let's no. waste
what's left of this beautiful after
Nora's straight, dark brow con-
tracted a bit at the frankly boyish
anticipation of his nanner-but' her
red lips rebelled at rebuke even as
it -phrased itself in her mind.
For once, just for once, why not
forget things and be young again?
not?
1t was in this spirit, then, of reck-
less determination to enjoy whatever
of fairness the passing hour might
bring, that Nora took her. place, be-
side DR.. Findlay i'll his shining two
passenger roadster. His town car
was different. The plan obviously
was not as eXtemporaneous as his
ingenious presentation.
Choosing a course so as to leave
city traffic behind them as kuickly
as possible they were son bowling
along a lovely driveway, the soft
breeze in their smiling faces, the
gree eXuberance of early summer ali
about them, hope pulsating passion
ately In one eager heart and-could
it be-what might have been the
very youngest and tiniest of baby
hopes, stirring, ever so family, in
the other.
But Newton Findlay was a care
full man, not one to rush impulsive-
ly ahead and perhaps ruin all.
He made no effort during the drive
to turn the talk into other than i'm
personal channels. Light, breezy
persiflage it was, suited to the casual
meeting of two good friends, with
possibilities of comradeship between
them, Neither, by mutual consent
referred to any of the topics they
had SO earnestly discussed at their
last meeting.
at her side was saying, as they sat
he had stopped the car-looking
westward at the setting sun, sink
ing IN "sea of glass mingled with
fire" made deeper impress upon
Nora because of his previous self-re-
straint.
Gorgeous color, then dark night
and then again, another day. Life is
Just like that, Nora. It's foolish to
DENY the glory of life, because of
It's dark contrast: Better take what
ire ire stu nla holds; It's well worth hav-
Before hef reply could come, even
had she framed one, he turned to
something. else and kept his eyes,
filled with candid longing in the
eager moment he had fixed them on
her., intent On the road ahead.
ITO Re Continued