Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-09-22
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~ YER since they had danced
IL Harriet had been conscious of
- the fact that girl seated at
next fable had been STARING. At
them rather pOlntedly q IlrSt
Harriet had thought nothing of it,
hut the girl continued to stare and
once had said something to her es-
cort whereupon he had turned
around and stared, too.
The girl was somewhat pretty in
a cheap. blonde way. She had very
light, frizzy blonde hair, and her
clothes, although they were com
spicuous enough, were rather cheap
and flashy. Her eyes were too nara
and very blue, and the laugh which
curved her very much made-up
mouth never reached her eyes at all.
When after a marvellous dessert
made of fresh strawberry ice cream
inciosed in two flaBy halves CT
meringue, Harriet and Charley rose
70 leave, they were forced to pass
the table at which the girl sat, ana
Harriet saw Charley start slightly,
bow to the girl who looked at MIN
with a half smile on ner painted llps,
and mutter something under his
breath which Harriet did not eaten.
On the way to the theater harriet
asked casually if he had known the
girl at the next table.
"Why?" he asked suddenly, sus-
piciously.
"she stared at me so, and with
such a strange look on her face, and
then I thought I noticed you bow
to her as we came out"
Eyes, know her" he said short
ly. He seemed furiously angry at
to say anything to Harriet until
they reached the theater. 1t WASH
until they were seated and the Or
chestra had begun an overture that
he turned to her with the old smile
on his face.
Seats all right?"
Wonderful" she said softly.
"Glad you Gamer
I'm afraid So
breath. But before Harriet could
retort the curtain had gone up, and
from that moment she was utterly
and entirely absorbed in the play.
Afterward she refused to go to
supper with him, pleading that she
was tired and he did not press her.
Neither did he make any attempt to
touch her in the taxi going home.
When he said good-by to her at the
top of the short flight Of brown
stone steps he said, almost humhly:
Haven't I been good?"
mo better than you snoulG pe'
she said promptly.
"Ah, but you can't see yourself
as see you" he returned. you
promise not to let hits be the, !ast?"
''I can't promise dnything, she
said with a smile: "Good-night, and
thank you" and then suddenly she
was inside, the heavy outside door
closed behind her. If she could have
seen Charley's face as he left her.
if she had heard him growl out an
address to the taxi driver she would
have ben more than surprised at the
change in his attitude.
"The devil take her" he muttered,
and his reference had nothing to do
with Harriet. "Of co rise, she won't
keep her mouth shut" he went on to
himself, "and it was Just my luck
to have her seated at the next table
to me"
His thoughts were centered on the
blonde girl who had stared so point
edlv at Harriet, and he was evident
" furious and very r0uch upset at
what had happened. Of course, Har-
reit could not know what was going
on in Charley's mind. but she remem-
hered the girl at the next table as
she was getting ready for bed. and
shuddered little at the memory of
that rather isa@reeable smile.
Go BE Continued)