Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-01-01
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The Siren

The Siren
! A CCORDING to the standards set by the
| ~ slim, svelte young woman pictured in
the smart fashion magazines, Gail Mar
| tin had no style. She did not wear her
clothes with an air, and one would have
/ dreamed of turning around in the street to
| look at her.
| Nevertheless, an expert, having taken the
trouble to examine her carefully, would have
said that she had 1.-The makines" She was
tall and of delightful slimness. Her very
black hair made the whiteness of her skin
almost dazzling, and her eyes of peculiar
| light shade of brown had questing look
J that was very appealing.
| Besides Gail, girl of Violet Fowler's type
! appeared characterless, lacking entirely in
animation. But, strangely enough, in that
moment when Georges bright blue roadster
Whlzzed down Main street, Gail had strange
sensation OF having actually seen herself as
she was for the first time in her life. In
comparison with Violets chiseled loneliness,
she was plain, and as for comparing herself
with Fay Morrison the very idea was ridcu-
lous.
Standing there in the binding sunshine
tsGalk was going over in retrospect that eve
/ nlng when she had first met Fay Morrison
Beside her the other girls even the prettiest
OF them, had seemed plain. And yet it
wasn't because Fay was beautiful; Violet
Fowler was far lovelier. But there was some
thing about Fay, something elin and charm
IL.
her seem more like story-book character
than real flesh and blood girl
one was as slender as wand, with eX-
quls1te, very slim hands and feet Her hair
was red, very dark auburn, and she wore
1t brushed back from her rather broad white
forehead and fastened in rather close knot
at the back. A small jeweIed dagger thrust
through Its thick masses had sparkled and
gieamed whenever she turned her head that
night, and her eyes, long and almost green
n l,
strange allure.
The Dalesburg girls wore simple pastel
coIored trocks of geOrgette or organdie
lhey were fresh, whoesome-looking lot
put among them Fay looked frail exotic.
orchidlike. She made them look oyerbIovn
like cabbage roses, and when she danced her
slender body, in its sheathlike gown of green
metal cloth, seemed to float
1nen, TOO. 1t was fascinating to hear her
Ialk. GALL with her great brown eyes fasten-
eo on rays face, had listened with all her
ears Fay was sophisticated to the last de-
gree and her clever little phrases, her in
imltaole little gestures were all new to Dales-
burg. ~
never saw any one like her outside of
the movies" Gail had confided tn George IT
think she's wonderful don't you?" Rnt she
had hardly listened to Georges reply. If had
never occurred to Gail to be Jealous of Fav
VI course she knew that George must ad
hlre her, but she had never dreamed that no
'"ihh VI Aer DIS anything but a lovely
| curiosity And now
wen, what did 1 tell you?" VioIet's voice
broke IN on Calls musing. Are you con-
WINGED now?" 'oii
AZ that moment Gail would have given
anything for one-tenth of Flaws sonbiStical
tlon She longed to be able to turn n VioIe+
ana say calmly, There's no reason WIN
george shouldn't take Fay Morrison out in
But she couldn't, it was impossible She
na0n hot
until Violet had told her and what good
Would 1t do to pretend? In small town
IKE IKE Dalesburg ones affairs were always pub-
nc property. The days ahead how could
enc POSSIBLY endure them? Her name on
every ones lips, the endless gossip, peopIe
would pity her! oh, it was horrible and vet
mere wasn't single thing to be done about
thursday, "Fay's Little Game" You will
| thoroughly emf &c