Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-12-18

! breakfast served on tray in her
room.
Peter went in on the same train
with her Cynthia and Corinne
Graves were to meet Lyra at Lu-
/ cette's later They were the only
two girls staying at Bridgewaters,
the other five bridesmaids lived eth
| err in New York or near enough to
make it easy for them to meet there,
! and the dresses were to be tried on
at IL o'clock.
Lyra had regained all her spirit.
1t seemed to Peter that he had new
80 seen her so radiant, but it was
due, of course. to the fact that eX-
element always stimulated her. She
loved things in a whirl of gayety.
She loved things to happen to her so
fast that she was left no time for
serious thinking.
The day was filled to the brim.
There was the thrill of trying on the
dresses and afterward lunch. Then
there was just time enough to dash
to a matinee, and afterw9rd Peter.
the best man, and several of the
ushers, took the girls to tea.
When Lyra returned home that
evening, Marie, her mether's maid,
had spread the blue and silver
dress out on the bed. 1t was one of
Lucette's triumphs, slamorous
misty thing of tulle with silver
threads. 1t was made in Directoire
fashion, with a high waistline, ana
was very long, showing only the tips
of Lyra's silver slippers. The dress
was really intended for her trous-
seau, but Lyra intended to wear it
just this once to the dinner and
dance that evening
Dinner was at 1880, but it was
only when Lyra ran lightly down
the stairs. She wanted to superin-
tend the decorations, to see that
everything was just right, and as
she stood for moment in the wide
entrance hall, she nodded her head
approvingly as she glanced about.
Great boughs of trees had been
brought in, and the russell CLEAN of
autumn leaves was everywhere. Hot
houes chrysanthemums stood about
in tall jars, and the effect was real
ly lovely.
/ She wandered into the living room,
and as she did so a tall figure in an
ill-fitting dress suit came in through
the French window. In spite of
herself, Lyra started, and a wave of
annoyance swept over her. For the
time being she had forgotten all
about Tex Hunter; she had not ex-
pected to see any one down so ear
ly, and the prospect of tet-a-tete
with him was certainly not pleasant.
For long moment they stood
n
Lyra's lips trembled into a smile.
But the gravity of Tex's face did
not change. Somehow he knew that
the smile was directed at him. for
he could see that there was nothing
OF frlendliness about it,
He stumbled on rug, recovered
himself, and stood where he was,
abashed and silent.
1t was then that Lyra spoke.
How do you like the decora.
tlons?' she asked lightly. Laughter
trembled in her tones. 1t stung him
to anger, but left him impotent to
DO anything about it. Against her
poisoned barbs he was helpless and
he knew it only too well.
You must tell me something
ABOUT your life out west" Lyra went
on nShtly. Il suppose all this prelim.
mary business seems quite unneces-
sary to you, doesn't it, Mr.. Hunter?
IS 1t really true that out in the
great open spaces, where men are
men, man merely throws a WON
an over his horse and rides off with
herr"
He threw back his head suddenly,
his eyes blazing. For a moment
they stood there motionless, meas
uring each other, and then, with two
strides, he was across the room. For
once she would realize that she had
gone too far, for justthis once he
would dominate her by his strength,
he would make her pay for the way
she had treated him.
TO Be Continued