Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-01-05
CHAPTER VII

THAT Fay wanted of George was to keep
w him at her feet. TO him she must be
unattainable, something to be wor-
SHIPPED from afar, and at first this was easy.
I She knew so we'll how to handle men, even
when they became difficult, and George was
quite willing to worship at her shrine. In
the beginning he had no thought OF making
love to her; he was content to be with her;
he was flattered beyond words that she per-
mitted him to see her, but, of course, this
state of mind did not last very long
During the first week Of his infatuation,
while Gail was suffering as only girl placed
In her position can suffer, George gave no
thought at all to the future. He lived fever
shy in the present. When he left Fay he
thought only of the next time he would see
her. His thoughts did not go beyond that
point, for certainly if he had been in his
right mind he would not have bought the
blue car.
Without a moments hesitation, having
once made up his mind, he went to the bank
and drew out all his savings. In addition to
that he pledged himself to pay so much a
week out of his salary, but it didn't matter,
nothing mattered. Nothing was of any con-
sequence in comparison with his desire to i'm
press Fay and he had never been so proud in
his life as he was at the moment when ne
drove up before the Williams house and Fay,
in delicate llac-colored gown, came down
Together they explored the roads around
DaIesburg. George left the office early in
the afternoon to be with her and because she
was so apparently willing to give him her
time Georges infatuation grew by leaps and
bounds until he began to dream the widest
dream Of all.
She must care for him little. OF course
she could not care as he did, but he coulc
make her care; he was confident of 1t. When
he arrived at this point in his thoughts he
was brought up against existing circum-
stances with bang. There was Gail and his
engagement! He had almost forgotten all
about Gail and his obligations toward her
Well, she would have to release him. He
would see her and tell her the truth. He
would put the matter up to her fairly and
squarely and ask for his freedom. Love?
Why. he had never known the meaning of the
word until he had met Fay. For the first
time he thought of holding her in his arms,
of crushing all the mysterious wonder OF her
against his breast She would look up in his
eyes, and, with her lashes half drooped, Whls-
per that she loved him. The thought was in
toxicating; it made him half delirious with
anticipation. Yes, he must see Gail at once,
so that he could go to Fay and ask her to be
his wife
Fay Morrison was not the type of girl who
easily made a confidante of another woman.
She said very little to Harriet about the time
first had thought nothing of it and was, IN
fact glad to have Fay amused, was beginning
to be uncomfortable about the situation. She
admired Fay extravagantly; she had been
eager to entertain her because she longed for
a return invitation. 1t would be glorious to
visit Fay in New York, to meet interesting
men. In Dalesburg there was no one, and
Harriet like every other girl, longed for ro-
nance. But she not callous, and she
was very fond of Gail. She could not help
seeing that George was falling hopelessly in
love with Fay and she was quite we'll aware
that Fay was not serious, that she was mere
ly amusing herself.
Harriet longed to demonstrate with Fay,
but she did not dare. Fay's sophistication
and worldly experience held Harriet at arms
length and them too she did not want to
incur Fay's enmity lest that visit to New York
never materialize
And so she kept silent, hoping each day
for, a chance to drop guarded hint about
GaA. But Fay never gave her that chance.
She was guarded, discreet, a charming guest,
but for all that woman who kept her own
counsel.
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