Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-06-17
CHAPTER III
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TCK rejoined Garrick late in
the afternoon in his rooms at
the Nonowantuc Country
club. Garrick had been developing
the roll Of films.
"What do you see there?" he
asked Dick, holding up the strip.
Dick turned toward the light and
looked carefully. "a boat. Looks
like one of those scout cruisers built
for the government during the war"
cts autographs, you see. The
name, The Bacchante''is written un-
der it, and the date
ooh, yes. But by whom? Whose
writing is that?
"Never mind that now. What is
that shore line? Do you recognize
it? Take my glass"
Dick studied it intently and mi
nutely for some minutes. 81 think
.. it looks like Greenpott
Harbor."
"That was what thought. ]
wanted your opinion. Now look at
the next one."
"'Why-that's Brock - at the
wheeIr'
"Here's another. Of the party
Glenn, Ruth, Vira-"
"And that other girl is Rae Larue
That fellow in back is Jack Curtis. I"
Garrick slowed the girls hat and
the films away in a chest.
"Well, what's next?" asked Dick.
'I suppose they'll all be at the club
tonight at that Subscription
Dance" A
Garrick nodded silence. He was
calling Greenport where he had a
friend, boat builder. N
Seems that she's mystery ship
on mystery cruises" he, frowned
as he turned to Dick from the tele-
phone. "They know her out there
all right. But no one out there
seems to know who owns her. She
slips out on these mysterious cruises,
then back just as unexpectedly
then away again. From the descrip-
ton I'd say that Brock often handles
her as captain. There's nearly all
ways some Of that crowd of young
folks on her, too; sometimes a party.
My friend says he will telephone If
the 'Bacchante' comes in. She went
out yesterday"
It was after dinner and a little alb
sent-minded knocking about of the
billiard balls alone, that Garrick was
recalled to the matter in hand by
the penetrating tuning up of tbs
orchestra in the ball room.
He sauntered out on the wide club
porch that faced the harbor and
looked out straight ahead through
the wide opening Of the two head
lands into the Sound. It was a
beautiful starry night, with no moon.
Far out in the Sound could be seen
one of the big New England steam
ers, majestic mass of lights. Here
end there, knots of young people had
begun to gather.
He was endeavoring to select a
quiet corner where he could watch
when three girls, arm in arm, in
light shimmery summer frocks saun-
tered across the lawn and up the
steps.
ooh, Guy" He turned. It was
Ruth, nearest, with Vira on the
other end and piquant little, bob
bed-haired, snappy.eyed, 1.-THE, ami
mated girl between them, We've
been talking about you-and Rae
wants so much to meet you." Ruth
present Garrick to Rae Larue. Gar
rick was an adept with polite persi-
fIage. He needed to be. to cover up
the eagerness with which he studied
this interesting young person.
1--WE heard so much about you,
Mr.. Garrick," she explained
kecnly, with a come.on smile and a
hesitation after the "Mr." that hint
ed at the irksomeness of formality.
I m staying with Beth Page; you
must know the Pages? I'd seen you
around when we've been over here
and I thought I knew you were
you"