Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-03-29
THE SUPERIOR SEX
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
An Enthrd11ing Romance

WhaC mas gone DeIOro.-J Onn steele
takes Anne Temple home with him on a
stormy night when he finds her asleep in
his taxi and weak from illness. During
the fight that ensues for the girls life,
he falls desperately in love with her. and
in spite of the secret of her past, which
Anne refuses to divuIge, he marries her.
Marcia Steele, his mother, disapproves
of the match, but she makes the best of
it. From the beginning there is no ques-
tion of love on Annes part, and Steele
promises never to ask more from her
than she is willing to give A desperate
need of money has urged Anne into TAX
ing this step, but on the honeymoon trip
in the tropics, Steeles considerateness
and generosity gradually undermine
Anne's resolution never to trust a man.
The time comes when Steele's iron will
breaks and the two are swept irresistibly
together.-NOw go on with the story.
CHAPTER XVII
Loves Vagaries
= F for any reason barrier has existed be-
| tween q man and a woman, a barrier that
has seemed for time insurmOuntable;
and that barrier is suddenly broken down as
though by some miracle, living for a time
means something more than just that, it is
like taking deep draughts of some wonderful
elixir offered by the gods
SO it was with John Steele and Anne Tenn
pie.
Both had surrendered to the flame that had
been lighted between them, and both lived in
the day, in the hour, with no thought at all
for the future. If Anne thought at all it was
to wonder little at herself, and to laugh
breathlessly at her own happiness She was
of
thousand moods. She was grave one mo-
ment and gay the next; she was sparkling and
vivid, and then again, adorably shy. And she
had about her that irresistible appeal of the
woman who is loved. 1t made her doubly dan
gerous, and it's effect on Steele was like the
application of a match to dry finder.
He had dreamed some day winning her
love. He had never for minute given up
the idea, but to have had her surrender so
utterly to him, and at the time when he had
been fearful of the results of his own pas
sion, was like a miracle to him. He had
thought before that he loved her. but that
feeling had been nothing to the emotion that
now flowed in him. Before she had been
a woman as remote from him as the stars
Beyond a certain point he could not know her.
bound by his promise he could not even touch
her hand But now he could hold her in his
arms, he could look deep into her eyes until
her lashes fell hiding from him what he had
read there. And not only could he love her,
but he drank deep of the heady knowledge
that she loved him. He knew it by her sud-
den flaming cheeks, by the trembling of her
fingers when he seized them f1ercely in his,
and for the present it was enough to know
this, he was for time content.
But for all this, she was elusive.
Sometimes when they were alone together
on the balcony that opened out of Anne's
room, he would feel suddenly that she had
slipped away from him, that her thoughts
were elsewhere, and that only the beautiful
shell of her was here He would stand it as
long as he could and then suddenly he would
catch her up against him.
With sharp pain in his heart he would
look down into her eyes and find them yelled
in mystery, and then slowly that look that
she kept only for him would creep back into
| them and she would laugh up at him adorably.
where were your" he would demand
sharply. "Your thoughts were far away from
me-"
"Are you jealous of my thoughts?' she
would ask a little wistfully.
| "Of everything that keeps you from me,
he would return passionately. ANNE, tell me
| again that you love me-
And looking up into his eyes she would say
/ a little huskily:
81 do love you, my very dear. Sometimes
! I am afraid of my love. l think l care too
much, women are like that you know.
And he would laugh to hide the intolerable
| pain in his heart. He did not believe that
she cared she did. He never felt that he
quite possessed all of her. There were SO
many sides to Anne and he wanted all OF
them. He wanted her thoughts, he wanted
everything that went to make her up, and II
| seemed to him that she never quite gave him
everything, that there was always something
that belonged to herself alone.
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