Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-09-24

/ WY HEN Harriet went to the Of
i NJ flee the morning after her
| w dinner with Charley she felt
! more than ever enmeshed In
intrigue. She felt ashamed some
how Of the fact that she was car
rying on an affair with the son of
the boss, for she knew that was how
lit would look to every one there and
| it did not seem right or honest. She
! was no nearer to discovering any
cause of Charley's evasiveness the
night before she did not see how she
was going to get any help from him
in solving the mystery.
Harriet was no adventures. She
had no idea of how to go about using
to her will. She was unconscious
in a way, of her own arresting love-
illness, and, therefore, not at all sure
of herself. She was proceeding en-
tirely in the dark.
Charley did not appear at the Office
until after lunch. and this was due to
a very significant fact.
At IL o'clock, after some little
telephoning, he met by appointment a
certain very blonde young person.
The place was of his own choosing,
a quiet little restaurant where they
were not likely to be seen and Char
ley piloted the girl quickly to the
room.
The girl laughed. "My, aren't we
careful?" she Knocked.
| Charley looked across the table at
her. His blue eyes were hard and
II ey met eyes as blue and as hard as
with black 1aShes obviously made up
and the brows above them, slender
and very black, gave the girl a sim
lister appearance, above all with the
friz of blonde hair that appeared be-
meath her flaming red hat. She was
not the kind of girl that even a
trifler like Charley would like to be
aware of the fact and it amused her
She liked witnessing his discontinue
He ordered coffee for himself and the
girl leisurely selected an elaborate
lunch for herself. She deliberately
pulled off long black gloves from hel
rather thin hands and as she ate she
flung little provocative glances al
him that were maddening.
"Well," he flung out finally.
| "Well," she echoed. "Who is She
Evidently some one you've fallen fol
hard or you wouldn't be so eager ts
take me to lunch"
''Never mind who she is" Charlie!
said quickly, almost fiercely. He coul6
not bear to talk of Harriet with this
girl He still remembered the shy
| sweetness of her, the childish mouth
with it's woman's softness; every
thing. in fact, that made her Har
rlet and different from any one HI
had ever known. He did not want hel
friendship with him to stop; he die
not intend that it should. He wanter
it to go on and on. Where he want
cd it to end he had had not decided
himself as yet, but he had known
many women and none at all like
Harriet.
The girl arched her black brows ant
idly picked at her chicken salad.
what do you want Of me"' sh'
II don't want you to make any
trouble. that's all. I want you t.
keep out of this"
The girls lips curled. so that 20,
can make this little girl think 70,
care? Oh, / had plenty of time tt
study her last night and she's diff
ferent. She'd be beautiful, too, i
she had some clothes. And you're
going to make her miserable will
your lies and promises. What ar
you going to do about"
Charley leaned over and grippet
her thin wrist before she could men
ton the name on her lips.
The girl WINGED with pain at his
rough fingers, but her eyes did mo-
finch from this and they were filled
with accusation.
(To BE Continued)