Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-28

| In, yet Betty Lumsden felt she would
| have given all the world held for her
| In exchange for the freedom 10 run ont
| into that rain and hide behind its blind
| ing veil from this desolate house ard the
terrors it held for her.
The temptation was so strong upon
her that. with an effort, she turned back
from the door closed it behind her, and
went back TO her vigil by the bed of the
| sleeping woman.
Lighting and shading the lamp, she sat
down and forced herself to read until
subdued sounds from the kitchen told
her that William Nogel had returned
from his weekly shopping expedition TO
the local town She laid down her book
and went out 10 him.
Vogers Return
He was standing by the table taking
out his parcels. his dripping garments
forming little pools Of moisture about
his feet on the brick floor. AS Betty
came out he looked up and favored her
with smile It almost seemed as
though, cross grained in everything, this
man enjoyed the weather that gave the
rest Of the world Just cause to grumble.
m most ready for a cup o tay miss,
il you are" he said, in his characteristics
way. It meant quite honestly that he
would he glad to make II for her; she
knew that.
And l brought you a bit O reading
Seems dul-like here WI no books save
dun trash"
From his inner pocket he drew out a
folded newspaper and couple Of gaudy-
colored penny periodicals He had never
before showed her so much consideration.
and Betty--the new Betty, who had
learned to suspect the world dreaded the
Greeks bearing gifts She thanked him
and took the papers but she did not look
at them He was disappointed in this
she could see that More than once she
surprised him in a glance Of sly curiosity
toward her
Only when he was gone she seized the
local paper and saw what he had wished
her TO see The paragraph stared up at
her from the page carefully folded to face
the outside
"YELLOW DRESS AND CHAINS FOR
CONVlCTS.
The two conVIcts, Ernest Winch and
John Rimlngton, who made = daring dash
for liberty from Bimouth jail fortnight
ago, have been sentenced by the visiting
magistrates to punishment diet for az days
and TO wear yellow dress and chains for
a period not exceeding six months.
(Which, In addition, has been sentenced
to the seVerest fIogging which Bllmouth
has known for 20 years. He Is TO receive
30 lashes Of the cut for his murderous at
tack on the warder who effected his cap
ture."
Betty Lumsden stood staring at the
paper like a woman In dream
The yellow dress chains punishment
diet. they were only so many words to
her, and yet her imagination leaped to all
their hideousness.
With bitter cry, she bent her head
on her hands and burst into tears
Not for the man in prison. writhing
under this new. this unspeakabe humil-
iation, alone did she cry. Her tears flowed
for him generously but she cried for her
self also. Leaning her head there against
the settle where for a few brief minutes
the man she loved had sat and been min
istered to by her, she cried with an ach-
ing longing for all that now, it seemed to
her she never could have that happiness
that seemed the hirthright of every wom-
am all that mans love has to give, a
mans strong arms to encompass The
tears trckled down between her closely
interlaCed fingers, and in that moment
the bitterest as 1t seemed, of all her
agony she knew her heart poured out
like water" dissolved in an agony OF long
ing for the wonderful. indetina BILE What
Might Have Been of wife and mother
that now. alas, could never be hers.
In the inner room the woman on the
bed had opened her eyes; her white lips
moved freely, and sound faint and un-
certain as the cry of a newly born infant,
issued from them, but the girl in the
kitchen. her head buried in her hands,
hard t,t,jry