Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-12-04
Chauter XII

III of taking stock of herself,
4 / her belongings, her friends.
SO now she checked the lat
ter off as she sat alone in the gath
ering darkness of a late fall after
noon.
Kellogg, and Mrs. Cook" She spoke
each name aloud. Naturally she had
met many others, but they were but
casual acquaintance, did not touch
or discomfort These four were the
only people in all New York in whom
she was at all interested, or to whom
she meant anything.
"a very select circle" she unused,
faint smile touching her lips, but
all 1 want
Another stony, the one she had
written after she had burned the one
laid in California, had been accepted.
and groaned over her own inability to
to get any of her sketches accepted,
| Helen had only smiled and taken it's
acceptance as a matter of course.
"The world owes me living" was
her constant attitude, and she would
compel that world to pay it's debt.
II know it isn't all luck, that you
are enormously clever. Mortimer
Kellogg says all your stories ring
true, that you know life and SO you
can write of it, Abel was sitting
on the edge Of the desk, swinging her
long legs, while Helen rested. Il
don't see that you are so much wiser
than other people as far as really
knowing things! You don't know half
what I do about some things, even
if you are little older. II you had
been married, lost your husband In
some terribly narrowing way, or been
divorced 1 could understand what ne
means by saying you can write De-
cause you know life. l guess IL was
just editorial jargon. He is crazy
over you and would say something
| nice anyway"
you're a little cat"
"Be careful, or when I get hunch
I will do as cats do-spit," Adele
laughed "You see, Helen, I'm 3eal-
Gus. I haven't told you-wanted to
surprise you If I could: But L nave
been getting up at the most un-
earthly hours and trying to paln5 a
about it after l had sold it. But
| to every dealer I know who Wouid De
! ant to buy it-and a lot who wouldn t.
| None of them would even talk TO me.
So 1 have stood it in the corner Win
| the rest. 1 shall have enough 10 MI
| a wagon if 1 keep on. Do you Won
der I am Jealous when you sell your
| stories so easily and I never sell any
| thing? Why, can't even give them
away." In spite of Adele's light
| laughing manner, her eyes mlsteo'
| Helen saw and SAID:
"Why try any more, Adele? Why
not use your artistic talent IN sohle
other way? Design lingerie
ooh, Helen! Degrade my art IN
that manner" They both Laughed,
nnroariousIy at Adele's remark, Hell
| en- because it was so absolutely
| ridiculous, Adele because she was a
| bit hysterical over her dlsappolnt-
ment.
"I do not call the designing of any;
| thing beautiful degrading, Adele
Helen said, now speaking seriously.
And isn't it better to do somethln az
keep striving for something that con-
| stantly eludes you? There is a great
| deal Of money in costume designing
| of any kind-so I understand"
Adele swung her long legs trifie
more violently as she listened. Helen
| knew she cared little for money:
They were singu1arly alike In that
had enough for their simple wants,
they never talked of money or enVled
others it's possession. Helen had eX,
perienced unhappiness when she hao
money and knew that 1t meant very
little comparatively. Then they were 1e,re
|
work to Danish discomfort.
ooh, well, may descend to 1t some
way" Then: you see, Helen-or
perhaps you won't-but just thinking
| I would some day be an artist mas
been good for me, helped me IN a
II don't think I quite understand,
"Wen, you see, I was deep in the
throes of an idea that ! belleved
would make me famous, II could
get it upon canvas, when that feiloW
I told you about-that man nan from on
He was fascinating! I don't deny
that he almost fascinated me. But
YOU see had my picture on my
mind. It took all my spare tlme-
when 1 wasn't at work or with him
so 1 had no time TO get SHY W. ~
him, thinking about him, 1 mean. he
was always complaining that my
picture was his rival, that he was
| Jealous of it. l scrapped them poth
at about the same time: Funny;
wasn't it? I'll get his picture anu o
show it to you. You wont p ean h iire
when YOU see it. He is a sumner for
Without waiting for an answer
| Adele ran UP the stairs, TO return ~
a moment with a photograph, which
looking directly at her, waiting TO
he commended for her good taste In
nrcclaimine the original of the photo-
eranh a "stunner," so did not fail TO
See the quick start Helen gave or 10
note the deathlike pallor OF her lace
CHAPTER XIII
IVY HAT is it. Helen? 20
- M you know him. nofioo ACES 4he
offoPt the DnOtOgraDD
No don't think so--now,
Quickly Helen had pulled herself
together. 81 thought I did at first
But I see now it is only resem1
look longer at the picture. He, is
very good looking" she added. in her
ordinary tone.
isn't he? Do you wonder nearly
fell for him?" Adele replied, SPEAK
Helen, yet not at all convinced that
She did not know the original OF
the picture. 81 suppose 1 should
have scrapped this when / did my
painting and him. But he looked
well on my dresser for time;
you came and put Bob Keemp,s pic
less have some fellows photo
around. Besides, it is fun to let the
girls think I have an affalr, Auele
ratified on, watching Helen all the
time.
When the door closed on her
Helen dropped her face into hei
hands. her features showing drawn
and White, now that need FOR con:
cealmen+ was past. While she had
taken her life into her own hands
determined TO mold it as she
would, she was now just an ordi.
nary woman, and not proof against
the surprise that had been hers