Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-01-20

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quite selfish. Now go on with
TT E was in arms a night or two
before dick had invited Eliza,
beth to go to the theater.
whats that Sayre boy hanging
around for?"
81 think he's in love with her
Walter
Love? Any of the Sayre tribe?
jim Sayre drank himself to death
and this boy IS like him. And Jim
Sayre wasn't faithful to his wife,
This. boy is an-well, he's an heir.
! That's why he was begotten."
Margaret Wheeler stared at him
why, Walter" she said. He's a
nice boy, and he's a gentleman
why? Because he gets up when
you come into the room. Why in
heavens name don't you encourage
real men to come here? There's Dick
Livingstone. He's a man.
Margaret hesitated.
walter, have you ever thought
there was anything queer about Dick
Livingstone's coming here?
'Darned good for the town that
he did come"
"But-nobody ever dreamed that
David and Lucy had a nephew. Then
he turns up, and they send him to
medical college, and all that"
I've got some relations haven't
notified the town 1 possess, he said
| grimly.
well, there's something odd I
don't believe Henry Livingstone, the
Wyoming brother, ever had a son. -
What possible foundation have
you for a statement like that?i'
Mrs. Cook Morgans sister-in-law
has been visiting her lately. She
says she knew Henry Livingstone
well years ago in the west, and she
never heard he was married. She
says positively he was not married. y
And trust the Morgan woman to
spread the good news" he said with
angry sarcasm. "WelI, suppose that's
| true? Suppose Dick is an illegitimate
child? That's the worst that's inn
piled, I dare say. That's nothing
against Dick himself. I'll tell the
! world there's good blood on the Liv-
ingstone side, anyhow"
You were very particular about
Wallie Sayre's heredity, Walter"
That's different" he retorted, and
retired into gloomy silence behind
his newspaper.
eff this town hadn't had enough
evidence of Dick Livingstone's quail
ity the last few years he'd far bet
ter go elsewhere, anyhow. He"
He got up and whistled for the
dog,
I'm going to take a walk" he
said briefly, and went out. He always
took a walk when things troubled
him.
On Sunday afternoon after Dick
had gone, Elizabeth was alone in her
room upstairs. Seen thus, in the
room which was her own expression,
there was a, certain nobility about
her very simplicity, a steadiness
about her eyes that was almost dis
concerning.
"She's the saintly-loolling sort
that would go on the rocks for some
man." Nina had said once rather
f1ippantly, "and never know she was
shipwrecked. No man in the world
could do that to me-"
But just then Elizabeth looked to.
ldI1y ulI1lhC pWISChs 4NOIIlLllS
seemed more like a safe harbor than
the Wheeler house that afternoon,
or all the afternoons. Life went on,
the comfortable life of an upper
middle-class household.
She looked what she was, a small
and not uncommon young woman.
She felt at those times that she was
not being very useful, and she had
e. - 1oo-
fore her father a couple Of years he
fore, when she was just eighteen.
"Just what?" he asked.
That's it," she had said despon-
IDENTIFY. "I don't know. I haven't
any particular talent, you know.
But i don't think I ought to go on
having you support me in idleness
all my life"
well, I don't think it likely that
I'll have to-" he had observed. drylY.
But here's the point, and [ think
it's important. l don't intend to
work without some compensation.
You just hang around and make me
happy, as you do. and you're fulfill
ing your economic place in the ma
ton. Don't you forget it, either"
That had comforted her.
DIG pIChtu up IllC OluS vi cos dllIA
standing before her mirror, held it
up before her. 1t looked rather
shabby, she thought, but the theater
was not like a dance. and anyhow
it would look better at night. She
had been thinking about next Wed
nesday evening ever since Dick Iiv-
nigstone had gone. It seemed, some
how, frightfully important. 1t was
frightfully important. For the first
time she acknowledged to herself
that she had been fond of him, as
she put it, for long time. She
had an odd sense, too, of being
young and immature, and as though
he had stopped to her from some
height. Such as thirty-two years
and being in the war, and having to
decide about life and death, and so
on.
She hoped he did not think she
was only a child.
She heard Nina coming up the
stairs. At the click of her high
heels on the hard wood she placed
her dress on the bed again, and
went to the window.
Nina came in and closed the door.
She was smaller than Elizabeth and
very pretty.
CHE sat down on Elizabeths bed
with sigh.
81 really don't know what to
| do with father" she said. HE flies
| off at a tangent over the smallest
| things. Elizabeth, dear, can you
lend me twenty dollars? I'll get my
allowance on Tuesday,"
81 can give you ten"
"Well, ask mother for the rest,
won't you. You needn't say it's for
me. I'll give it to you Tuesday"
I'm not going to mother, Nina
She has lot of expense this
month
"Then I'll borrow it from Wallie
Sayre," Nina said, accepting her de-
feat cheerfully. eff it was an ordi
nary bill it could wait, but I lost
it at bridge and it's got to be paid
You oughtn't to play bridge for