Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-02-26
CHAPTER XIV
Greenwich Village

r had happened, this thing that she had
thought impossibly romantic!
IN the taxi on her way up to the Hotel
was with Gail Sitting her conscience, she
LOOK what the gods had to give her and
miserable.
on the morning after her meetings with
JehFy Arnold he called her on the telephone
Woulu she like to come down to Green
wien village for an al fresco dinner? If SO
ne would ask Mrs. Macdonald to bring her
down to his studio at g.
would she like it? Why, just the sound
Oh MS voice over the telephone set her heart
10 beating last and made her breath come
ner again! What did it matter if she had
promised the evening to Arch? She would
get out of it somehow
lhat evening in Jeffry Arnold's studio was
revelation to Gail. From Gracia's de-
scrlptlon of him, he lived in abiect novertv
put When she saw this place she could have
lauShed aloud at her creduIousness If
was huge room with high-vaulted ceiling
lne shyllght ran from about half way up on
Tue north side and extended over the cell
ms sack OF the studio We're two bed
rooms, bath and a small kitchenntto NJ
etuu!o ltSelf was simply furnished A counIa
OIL hl9h-backed carved Italian chairs a low
t over winch was thrown a piece of ia D.
oo.ly, some good Turkish rugs and an old
Ielectory table hardly filled the bio. roon,
ana what Gail liked most was the candIa
hsht' candles were everywhere in iron
sro d YES around the wall, in brackets here
onu tneie, ana two enormous ones burned in
e"nulesucks as tall as floor lamps
Dlhher for three was served bv = si1an+
ana deft-fngered japanese and afterwsrd
otner people dropped in and thew all cat
"louho ana smoked cigarettes and talekd
aoouC thlngs that really mattered Everyone
"' 49," nat he or she thought, and there was
uehclouS give and take about the convor-
satlon that was highly stimulating How,
aHefent 1T all from the feverisb hectic
| lie Gail had been living for the past few,
| months and how little money seemed TO
matter among these people who were really
| doing something
| Gail herself took very little part in the
conversation, but when she did speak she
was terribly aware of Jeffry Arnold's blue
| eyes. He sat across the room from her but
| 1t seemed to Gail that he studied her con.
stantly. 1t had been that way through dim
ner, and each time she had looked up to
| md his eyes upv% her, she had felt con-
fused and unable to go Oh with what she
was saying.
She loneed to know more about his work.
She wanted to ask him to show her some
| OF 1T, but she was too shy to suggest such
| thing while the others were present How
! ever, she and Marjorie remained for a few
moments after the rest had gone and il
was then that he showed her some of his
| canyasses and outlined the work he was
!
pictures, Marjorie had wandered off to t e
other end Of the room and for just a mo-
ment Gail and Jeffry were conservative
alone.
| Quite suddenly he bent down close to her
and said almost il her ear, Why do you
always turn away when your eyes meet
mine?"
The question was startling in its sudden
| ness, and for a moment Calls voice choked
IN her throat, and she couldn't speak. 1t
would have been easy enough 70 parry such
remark If she didn't care so desperately,
| but as it was she felt altterly at a loss
DO l really do that she said at last
! trying to speak lightly, and turning her
| face up to his at the same time His blue
! eyes blazed into hers. and with the color
| hot in her cheeks, Calls eyelids insnnctively
| dropped
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