Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-02-19
CHAPTER XII
Turning the Tables
ALL remembered Fay Morrison as
fascinating in the eXtreme. dancer

ALL remembered ray MOTTISOn DIS
fascinating in the extreme, danger
ously aIlurng, a yeritable Helen Of
Troy Cleopatra and Potiphar's wife all
rolled up into one. Tonight she seemed
not one whit more attractive than any num-
Der of girls present than Gail herself for
instance and her frock Of green chiffon
beaded with crystals was not half so strik-
ing as Calls midnight blue velvet.
Was it Dalesburg then that had made all
the difference? Was it simply that Fay
had been like a gay butterfly, fitting about
in swarm of little gray moths? And If
that were the case, George might have
fallen In love with any girl who had come
to Dalesburg to visit. 1t wasn't Fay so
much as it was the type she represented.
"She's not really pretty" ran Calls
thoughts. mot really as pretty as [ am.
She did not think this because she was con-
ceited about her looks, but some one
stating plain fact, and it was true. Fay
wasn't pretty. She depended on her sophis-
ticatedcharm for her allurement, and here
in New York this charm did not stand out
as it had in Dalesburg, because every girl
present had cultivated the same appeal.
AS they were leaving the ballroom Gail
and Fay were brought face to face. Gail
was watching Fay with eager eyes, and as
though conscious that she was being
watched, Fay turned from her partner and
the eyes Of the two. girls met. A puzzled
little froWn appeared for an instant be-
tween Fay's brows to be succeeded by
look OF plank andEomGnC ana recognition.
How do you do?" she said evenly.
Fay's green eyes SWEPT Gail from head to
feet. She saw TALL slender girl in an ultra
fashionable frock of midnight blue velvet.
The gown showed a generous eXpanse of
white neck and shoulders with curves that
were far loyelier than Fay's own, and above
the square cut tightly fitting bodice Calls
face was like flower. Her brown eyes, their
size enhanced by delicately applied mascara,
were starry, her dark hair shone like satin,
and about her mouth there fingered half
amused smile as though she felt herself mis-
tress of the situation.
This was the other girl in the triangle Of
last summer, the girl Fay had spoken Of dis
painfully as dowdy and cold-eyed After her
departure from Dalesburg, Fay had often
thought of this girl, there had been times
when she regretted having drawn George
Hartley into her tolls, and now here she was
a radiant-eyed vision and standing beside her,
his hand on her arm, was Arch Kennerley!
Fay was conscious of sense Of utter dis
comfiture This turning the tables with
a vengeance. Until last spring Fay and Arch
Kennerley had had quite a Irritation. Then
they had quarreled and Fay was eager
to make up She liked Arch Kennerley as
much as it was in her to like any one. At
least, he had never bored her. and each time
a rumor reached her ears that Arch was
PLAYING around with this or that girl Fay
Was this girl his latest, and wasn't it pos
sible that this time he serious? Fay had
heard through Harriet Williams that Gail
had come into some money and certainly she
looked affIuent enough. That dress must
have cost $3.50 if it cost cent
Fay held, out her hand, with an assumption
Of graciousness. My dear, I'm so glad to see
you again." she lied sweetly, just as though
she and Gail had always been the dearest of
friends Then she turned the battery of her
green eyes on Arch and smiled up at him
through her lashes.
"Wen Arch" There was a note of PLEAD
ing in her voice, but his response was care
less.
Hello. Fay, you looking clipper as
ever" His eyes were on Gail before he had
completed the sentence, and quick hatred surg
ed up in Fay's heart.
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