Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-08
TODAY'S INSTALLNIENT.


Her voice cracked a little Suddenly
Rimington found himself wishing that
she had not come. She brought an ele-
ment of discord and unrest into this
place. whose iron discipline had become
almost an anodyne to the unrest in his
own heart. His aunt's words empha-
sized her belief in his guilt, which, though
unspoken, he had always known to exist.
1t was monstrous of her to come there
with her tongue dripping gall.
A Narrow Man.
somehow, since he had come to BIZ
mouth he had ceased to find the consola-
ton in religion he had experienced dur
ing his previous incarceration The chap
lain had taken a dislike to him, or so
Rimington believed. He was a narrow
minded man, a Journalist of a very petty
creed and instead of using the power
he had TO render his charges lives more
tolerabe he had put premium on by
pocrisy by interesting himself only IN
those who professed whole hearted al
legiance to his own views He was i'll,
Rimington had heard, and was about to
be transferred to another and lighter
charge. Jack thought of him as he
watched his aunt-he would have been
man after Deborah Rimington's own
heart
Then, when his aunt spoke again. her
words made him ashamed for his I'M
spoken thought.
Jack, / haven't many minutes to say
all I have to say" she said. "And there
is much. First, Betty. Ner love, dear.
All her love, all her thoughts, all her
hopes. You understand"
Did he understand? 1t was a flood of
sunshine let unexpectedly into a darkened
room. He felt blinded for the moment,
conscious only of the glorious glow and
warmth. He hardly heard what his Wis
itor was saying
And for myself, Jack; l want you to
know that is true of me, too While your
uncle lived my dear, my duty was to him
i was but what every dutful wife
should be, his shadow, his other self
And now that he's gone l am free to live
my own life-so far as any of Gods crea-
lures may live for themselves. And now
my life is going to be for you, my boy.
1t is true I never loved you as | loved
your brother-one can't control ones
heart. Even among the disciples there
was John more loved than the others.
But / love you, too, and from hence
forth my life will be yours There are
others working for you out in the world
you know that, l suppose. Well, that
is not my way. 1t Is the future l am
thinking of-all that is mine will be
yours, and 1t may be more than you think.
Things are changing But first, and FOR
the present, Jack, It will comfort you to
know that | have come to Bimouth-
come to live here within the very sight
of this house of shame. I will be al
ways with you-every day at the throne
of graCe-COme with me there. All! Jack,
while it's yet day, before the nightfall and
the end of mercy"
''Aunt-aunt! It's ridiculous" Rim
ingtou hardly knew how to stem the tor
rent of her words. He had never heard
her speak like this. That she had been
religious and deeply so, he had always
understood, but she had been reticent
and restrained, the last woman in the
world, so he conceived. to have shown
her heart to any one, far less to speak so
To him in the presence of a third person
You must not think of coming here-it
is not fit for you; it would add to my
pain to think of you amid such distress
ing surroundings"
Hush! I am here. l have taken my
house; in a few weeks # will be fur
nished. Then. Jack, l mean to live as
you live-to rise with you, to sleep and
eat with you to tread every step of your
agony with you. Is that too much to do
to save a soul-a soul for whom He
ded?"
Sheer Madness.
Her voice rose shrill and strained and
her eyes blazed. To both men-the pris-
oner and the warder-she seemed like
one carried out of herself.
The twenty minutes were running out
rapidly. Rimngton, marshalng his argu-
ments, controlling his falteTing tongue,
found himself able to make no Roadway
against the extraordinary determination
of this woman, who, in her own quiet
\ way, had loved the simple good things of
lfe-quiet and ease and the absence of
the actively unpleasant that constitutes
the ideal of happiness for so many-to
plunge herself voluntarily into a life of
penance, leading outside the prison the
life, far as she could, of this relative
who was inside il.
1t was madueSs-that was all he could
think but a madness of which she would
soon tre-rising at $50 in the bleak win
ter mornings going to bed at s in the
chill of d stone and iron cell, What could
she know of his life save the mere eX-
ternals?-and thank God for it,
aunt Deb you mean to be kind