Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-06-02
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A Runaway
~HARLOTTE shrank away from
him. This glowering angry
~ man was not the Tony she had
loved and married; he was
stranger, a stranger who accused her
of terrible things. 1t did not seem
possible ito Charlotte that a woman
could ever have such thoughts as
Tony accused her of. Nick Fowler
had been kind to her: he had seemed
interested in the things she said
tbSt was all. She had been entirely
unconscious of the fact that she had
expanded like a flower spreading it's
petals open to the sun and sky, and
that people had noticed this fact ami
had commented upon it uufavcra bly,,
solling an innocent thing with sor-
didness thinking, of course, the
worst.
You really think these things of
=he?" She said this in a voice so dead
that even Tony was startled.
Il think you have behaved scan
dalously; what can I really know of
what is in your hearth
She Shrank still further away into
the shadows and said, tremblingly:
Please go in now. Tonyssand leave
me alone; Ill come as soon as /
can"
He left her then. his heart trou-
gled; but he saw Nick Fowler as
soon as he entered the ballroom. and
Nick was looking about as though
In search of some one. Instantly
Tony's suspicious were all aroused,
lotte; that was self-evident; the
thing to do was to take her home
Immediately. But when he went
back to the place where he had left
her, she had gone.
As soon as Tony had re-entered the
n llr-n I'll WNAI
around the clubhouse to another
door, which led into one of the de-
serted rest rooms. Her heart was
beating fast, and her brain was
whirling; for the moment she had
but one thought and that was to get
away. Watching her chance. she
slipped into the now deserted dress
maid in attendance, who smiled as
she relinquished it, thinking, OF
course. that Charlotte was going for
stroll in the grounds with a good
looking man. Charlotte tried to smile
and behave naturally lest the woman
everything was all right, and the
next minute she was out again, rum
ming rapidly down the driveway that
led to the entrance, her wrap held
arouRd her and her high-heeled slip
pers making no sound, for she kept
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the grass.
1t was hardly half a mile to the
Hartman place, and as soon as Char
lotte was well out of sight of the
clubhouse she walked more slowly.
She remembered that she must not
arrive GREATNESS and disheveIed at
the house lest one of the servants
telephone the club. She knew that
most of them. like Mrs. Hartman,
did not credit her with much brains.
Although there wasn't one of them
who did not like Charlotte. still they
felt a certain pity foE her incompe-
tence. AS Sarah, the parlor maid,
often said: IF she would only stand
up for her rights instead of taking
everything as meek as kitten"
Most of the servants feared Mrs.
Hartman, but they respected her,
and they liked the prestige of her
home.
Charlotte gained the house. and,
walking softly on the wide veranda,
tried one of the long French win
dows that opened into the dining
room. She was quite certain that no
one would be there at that hour, and
she was right. The window pushed
in easily, and there was not a sound
anywhere.
Through the dining room door she
could look into the entrance hall be-
yond. and, with a sigh of relief, she
saw that no one was about. She crept
up the staircase and along the upper
hall Then, with little bob, she was
in her own room with the door closed
behind her.