Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-02-05
THE LOVE TRAP
HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR

! HAZEL DE1O BACHELOR
What has gone before.--Gail Mar
tin has been engaged to George Hart
ley for two years when he pitts her for
another woman, who, in turn, refuses to
| marry him. Gail longs to get away from
the small-town gossip, and, when things
! are darkest, her great-aunt Debble dies
and leaves her $4,000. Gail resolves to
take the money and break away from
Dalesburg forever. Against the wishes of
her family, she comes to New York.
| NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
, CHAPTER xxx
The New Gail
! TT is doubtful whether Calls own mother
| 4 would have known her daughter had they
| met casually Fifth avenue. The change
| In the girl was remarkable, and it was due
not only to her clothes, but to the fact that
she had gained roise, she seemed simmer.
she carried herself better, and she had learned
many little articles that added much to her
| general appearance.
The touch of French rouge on her cheeks
! brought out the rare clarity of Aer skin, and
the expensive powder busted over her face was
| less noticeable than the plain taIcum she had
| used in Dalesburg. Then, too the arrange
| ment of her hair was vastly becoming Gail
| had never known before that she possessed
| that mark of beauty caNed the widows peak.
| and with her hair brushed off her forehead
and brought low over her ears, her face took
on an exotic expression, enhanced somewhat
! by her high cheek bones. If Fay Morrison
| had seen her now, she would never have
| SPOKEN of her conveyed or dumpy Gail
| had plenty of personality of her own, and in
addition to that her charm went deeper, for
! she had character
| But even with the knowledge that she was
not the same girl who had lived all her life
in DaIesburg, even with the knowledge that
she had gained something of what she wanted,
Gail was not happy.
! She was in New York. she had speAt q
| great deal Of money, but what had she, after
| all? She knew no one, and she hadn't the
| slightest idea of how to go about meeting
any one. Of course, these thoughts did not
trouble her always for she busy rushing
around. seeing things, and it a delight
| to wear her lovely new clothes and to catch
| glimpses Of herself occasionally in mirrors
| But at night, alone in her room, she lay
awake for seemingly hours thinking of her
! problem. When she had first decided to take
her money and come to New York she had
not troubled to plan definitely. 1t
enough to get away, and she young
enough to believe that the impossible would
happen. She had Toasted on her dreams of
life and romance. Once away from Dales-
burg, things would begin to happen to her.
but she was forced to believe now that I'M
less she herself made things happen she was
as much in trap as she had been at home.
to weir her lovely new clothes and to catch
more
She had 1oathed the fact that in Dales-
burg everyone had known all about her
humiliation. But wasn't it just as bad to
be ignored utterly, to feel that in all this
great hurrying city no one cared what hap
pened to her? There was just one thing
that comforted her. Seeing the thing in
retrospect, she was fiercely glad that she
had not married George Hartley. If they
had married soon after they had become
engaged, it is true that they might have
been happy, because neither Of them would
have known anything different and small
town conventions would have bound them
to each other. If they had been married
George would never have yielded to Fay's
Establishments and she, Gail would not
have had any longngs to tread the wider
way. Perhaps things would have been bet
ter that way, and yet, could George have
held her love if in after life she had dis
covered him to be so weak, so lacking in
honor?
Things didn't just happen" Gail told
herself over and over. There must have
been some reason for it, or 1 shouldn't be
here. George and I weren't intended for
for each other, and that's why I'm in New
York. I'm certain of it, and if that's true,
then things must begin to happen pretty
soon.
The next morning when Gail went down
to breakfast the clerk at the desk handed
her square white envelope 1t was post
marked New York, and the stationery was
OF the very finest quality. AS Gail tore
open the envelope her heart beat fast with
fthe conviction that at last something I'M
expected and thrilling was about to happen