Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-05-10

~ OK week or TWO after their
II arrival in the city Tony was
content to be with Charlotte
almost constantly. Her quaint
sweetness when she was alone with
him, and could be herself, was child
lshly appealing. He rather liked
taking her about to dinner at at
tractiVe places and afterward to the
theater. Charlotte was, of course,
perfectly dressed now, for Mrs. Har-
riman saw to it that she never left
the house without being carefully
looked over by Janice, her own per-
Sonal maid Janice had sharp eyes
and sharp tongue, and she had an
Charlotte's hair herself, piliag up
the ash blonde masses high on the
girls head, and leaving the waves
loose around her face. Charlotte had
spiritual loneliness, but she was
not the kind of woman that other
at. She was not in the least SNOWY,
and she was dressed according to
Mrs. Harriman'S taste; as any we'll
bred girl would dress. She had no
striking. personality, and she had no
idea what she ought to wear to
bring out her good points.
The very simplicity and childish
ness that had attracted Tony at first
became finally tiresome. Charlotte
had no reserves; she was utterly I'M
able to withdraw into herself, to be
moody and temperamental. She
would not have known how to be
Fascinating, to use subtle means to
hold Tony'S interest. Her ideas Of
marriage were simple, a woman mar
ried to a man and she was his for
all time, nothing could separate
them. If any one had told her that
she must make a special effort after
marriage to hold the man who had
n a ri cd to hn INT ~
centered on herself, she would have
opened her blue eyes wide in amaze
ment.
Of course, Charlotte was apt and
she learned quicwly. 1t was a never
ending delight to her to lie delici-
ously languid in warm perfumed
waite" to emerge from her bath,
finest of silk underwear She learn
ed to love the luxury of it, and she
shuddered when, she remembered the
old tin tub at the farm which had
to be filled with pail after pail of
water, heated on the range. Bathing
place once a week. Here one bathed
every morning, in a white enameled
tub, where the water ran out of shin
ing nickel taps, steaming hot, and
where there was scented soap and
an abundance of soft, white towels
anu IIlC oCCllI VI ShPGlSlNS Ill Sd Is
filling the room with fragrance.
Charlotte thought during this first
week that she was very happy. She
even grew not to mind Mrs. Harri-
mans coldness. which at first had
filled her with CONSERVATION. That
first day they had gone shopping,
Charlotte had stolen her hand into
thu hand of the older woman on the
way home and had thanked her shy
Nv for all the lovely things.
you've been so good to me-" she
said. softly.
Mrs. Hartman turned and looked
at her. slowly withdrawing her fin
gers from the touch of that soft,
childish hand with undue haste.
Don't thank me-" she drawled,
you're Tony's wife, and you can't
go about looking like founding
asylum"
Charlotte had drawn back as
though she had been struck. 1t was
the last time that she had made any
effort to evoke friendship or liking
from her mother-in-law, and in
fact. it was just as we'll for Mrs.
Hartman was determinedly preju
diced and did not intend to unbend
in the slightest toward Charlotte.
Charlotte had no parlor tricks. no
accomplishments, and no fund of
small talk. She could neither talk
with Tony about the things that in
terested him, nor even interest him