Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-02-05
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. ". H. FELTON,

tried to forget outside thoughts by watch
ing the flames and red-hot Goals after the
leaping flames had subsidized, and Goals were
heaped high in the CRATE. When the ashes
filtered over the Goals, and there were black
spots well as red spots, I saw three dis
tinct pictures, which were peculiarly inter
esting First, there was a distinct portrait
of fine cultured face, in street dress The
hat resembled black velvet, for it was a
Woman's face, and the entire garb, to the
shoulders, was elegant and in good taste.
The features were most attractive and the
black velvet hat had gray ash veil over
the top. l could fancy pair of gold nose
spectacles. II the face had been painted on
canvas or photographed by skilled artist
it could not have been more accurate while
it remained. I could not place the portrait
by memory of any one I had previously
seen. Nevertheless, it was a charming nic-
ture of fine face, with even the dmples'
and delicate lines on the face carefully de-
lineated. Directly, the collapse came.
movement Of a block of coal wiped off this
picture from the screen and the stranger
left my vision.
But the glowing Goals rearranged them
selves into a fresh picture There was an
appearance of a young lady, also in street
dress, of splendid form Ct could see to the
knees, dressed in the height of fashion.
with a turban of shining yellow gold, and
/ Will lor I6lL arm raised as II she adj
dressing some visible companions Such a
picture in real life would represent a belle
of 1924, the profile delicate and high-bred
and her neck and arms were beautiful to
look upon for their symmetry and grace I
could distinguish the fingers on the extend
ed hand in her animated posture. full Of
Vivacity and good cheer The young wom-
ans picture suddenly disappeared all but
the arm and hand extended, as before and
| froif hno
u s. uniform, with gold stripes on the
sleeve and military cap, with stars Of
glowing light on the front of the turban
and stars on the front of the coat with
gold stripes on the dark pants He was
evidently commanding some people, out of
my range of vision. He looked to be less
imam forty, erect, strong and splendid in
health and vigor.
I had a good time with my picture gallery
| in the CRATE, but I felt I must get nights
rest, drink a glass of water, lay on fresh
Jumps of Goals and then get back to bed
for the city clock was striking eleven y. M
Having made so many picture acquain-
tances in a short two hours + went to sIeep
0. k. and didn't wake next morning. until
the city clock struck seven a. IN.
II L was an artist, 1 could paint all three
of my crate pictures; and they were fine
pictures, in that bed of glowing Goals. and
enjoyed their beauty and fine stv1e of
apparel, and while the picture gallery col
lapsed into ashes had a glimpse of some
thing really worthy to be thus inspected.
nave written this homely incident to arouse
the interest Of youngsters in what even the
red-hot Goals in an old-fashioned CRATE can
get together for their amusement on a win
ter's night.
It was a sort of movie picture affair
to me, and guess my mind had connected
somewhere with ELK Marvel book, and
what he saw and romanced about, before
the screen pictures of modern. times were
ever imagined or developed
[ was wide awake, and not dreaming.
May be some bright young writer can frame
up another story for our readers with shift
ing blazes, In the CRATE