Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-03-27
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CHAPTER XII.
Cfl "A L L EN- y II.
A STRANGE MEETING


IA nIRIAM proceeded to forget all about
| M Anthony Breen after that first night.
A rush Of work kept her busy and for
a time she did not see anything Of Christine.
Then one night when she was dining with the
buyer from one of the large Western depart
| ment stores, she glanced idly around the res
taurant and her eyes happened to fall on a
solitary diner at table nearby. He wore a
dinner coat andabove the conventional black
his sleek gray head looked more than ever
distinguished.
He must have felt the girls eyes upon him,
for moment later he looked up and, as he
recognized her, bowed and smiled.
Miriam returned his greeting almost coldly,
angry, angry because she felt so strangely
eated at seeing him. Beside him, her own
companion seemed more than ever ordinary.
He was a big man, and rather careless about
his clothes. His head was large and bulged
over his collar in the back and sometimes he
called Miriam "Girlie."
The first time he had done this, Miriam
had stared at him icily.
81 beg your pardon"
He had the grace to flush a deep red. Il m
sorry. Miss Folwen,' he had said almost hum
bly, and she had forgotten him. He was an
Influential man who threw hundreds OF dol
lars to the firm of Holland & Carson. For
that reason Miriam tolerated his attentions,
and managed not to be too bored. Tonight
however, she saw Robert Chiffon through An
thony Rreen's eyes She his great aWk-
ward hands, his bullying cheeks, his bold eyes,
and rather Iooselipped mouth, and she was
irritated because Anthony had seen her with
him.
"How's everything, girlie?" And Mr.. Grif-
fen leaned toward her.
What did you say?" The girls voice was
sharp. Really, Mr.. Griffen, l can't nave you
addressing me like that, Please don't let II
happen again
"All right, I won't I think you're real
sport to bother with backwoods person like
me, anyway; but, of course, l didn't mean
any harm by it,"
81 know that" Miriam returned more cor
daily, "but sounds very bad. 1 wish you
wouldn't forget again..
She resumed her dinner, but she was
vaguely uncomfortable. AS for Anthony
Breen, he was wondering where on earth Miss
Filwell had picked up the who was whit her.
He didn't look like the type a girl OF her
breeding would tolerate. Who was he? Was
he business personal friend?
AS he toyed with his dessert Anthony6 eyes
rested on the girls bent head. She was really
quite beautiful and very intelligent. There
was good blood in her. He hated to see her
with man of this type, but perhaps it was
a purely business engagement, something she
couldn't avoid.
"a girl like that oughtn't to be in bust
ness, then she wouldn't have to pc seen III
public with boor," ran his thoughts. Ana
then another thought struck him. suppose
this man weren't a business acquaintance,
but friend Of hers. Suppose, in spite OF
her looks, she was the kind of girl who
used such man as a meal ticket. The
thought was strangely disturbing and he
wondered why. 1t was none of his business
what the girl did She could choose her
friends from the underworld if she liked
and it would make difference to him.
He turned his attention to his coffee,
but he could not get her out of his mind,
and in spite of himself his eyes kept stray
ing toward the table where she was slttlng'