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

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 e.
sized her belief in his guilt, which, though
unspoken, he had always known to exist.
II was morstrous 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-
tion 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
tolerable, he had put a premium on hy-
pocrisy by interesting himself only IN
those who professed whole hearted al
legiance to his own views. He was ill.,
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
n man after Deborah Rimingtons own
heart
Then, when his aunt spoke again. her
words made him ashamed for his un-
spoken thought
all | have to say" she said. And there
is much First, Betty. Her love, dear
All her love, all her thoughts. all her
hopes. You understand"
Did he understand? 1t was food of
sunshine let Unexpectedly into 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; | want you to
know that-s true of me. too While your
uncle lived. my dear my duty was to him
i was but what every dutifuI wife
should be. his shadow, his other self
And now that he's gone I am free to live
my own life-sO far as any Of Gods crca c.
lures may live for themselves And now
my life is going to be FOR you, my boy
it is true | never loved you as | loved
your brother-One cant 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. | suppose. Wei. that
is not my way. 1t is the future | am
thinking Of-all that is mine will be
yours, and it may be more than you think
Things are changing. But first, and FIJI
the present. Jack, it will comfort you .tC
know that ! have come to BiImouth-
come TO live here within the very sight
of this house of shame. ! will be al
ways with you-every day "a the throne
Of grace-come with me there. All, Jack
while it's yet day before the nghtfal anC
the end of mercy"
"Aunt-aunt! It's ridiculous" Rim.
ington hardly knew how to stem the Tor.
rent of her words. He had never heart
her speak like this. That she had beer
religious, and deeply so, he had Away.
understood, but she had been reticen
and restrained, the last woman in thu
world, so he conceived. to have shown
her heart to any one. far less to speak Sc
to him in the presence of 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, l am here. have taken my
house: in a few weeks it will be fur
nished. Then, Jack, I mean to live a,
YOU live-to rise with you, to sleep anC
eat with you. to tread every step of youl
agony with you. Is that too much to do
to save a soul-a soul for whom He
died."
Sheer Madness.
Her voice rose shrill and strained anC
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. Rimington, marshaling his argu-
ments, controlling his faltering tongue
found himself able to make no headwaN
against the extraordinary determination
of this woman, who. in her own quie
way, had loved the simple good things o
Gfe-quiet and ease and the absence OF
the actively unpleasant that constitutes
the ideal Of happiness for so many-tc
plunge herself voluntarily into life Of
penance. leading outside the prison The
life, so far as she could, of this relative
vino was inside it.
1t was madness-that was all he CouC
think-but madness of which she woult
soon tire-rising at $50 in the bleak win
ter mornings, going to bed at s in the
chill of a stone and iron cell. What Coulc
she know Of his life, save the mere eX-
tcrnals and thank God for it,
Aunt Deb, you mean to be kind