Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-18
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Osagreeabe Moments.
"Divil bit Of it, my dear" said Bar
rington, lightly for your own little self
entirely, Mistress Darlington; and it's my
belief that the individual at the end of
the wire got something in the nature Of
shock when he discovered that twas
to a Mister he'd been speaking
Once again there was that subtle in
Election in Barrington's voice that told
her of the easily awakened suspicion of
an inordinately jealous man Anthony
who could not bear that she should 50
much as buy handkerchief without his
knowledge, was obviously nettled by dis
covering two transactions of which he
was utterly ignorant. He never asked
her a question nor pried into a letter. yet
She knew that it was one of his most
sacred beliefs that the whole book of
her life lay open before his eyes for him
to read if he would And, but for that
one miserab BILE episode Of which Betty was
her sole conhdante. it was true enough.
she glored in the fact She had taught
herself to believe her husbands credo
herself, telling herself that she had locked
the door Of the past and thrown away
the key
And now the door was creaking slowly
on its hinges. swinging open and all the
ugly. grisly specters were stealing out one
by one, in somber procession.
II was not bearable. Heaven could not
be so unjust! sudden spirit OF revolt
rose up in her She would not allow
the past to conquer-she would hang 10
that door again lock it fast ON its ugly
secret 1t must be possible She would
fight for her@peace. for her happiness,
for her good name, to the very last gasp.
She turned back from the table and
looked up at him smiling
wei, then, it must just be some other
Mrs Darlington. Tony boy, she said.
For certain sure il isn't for me. Its as
so much Greek to me and no less. Two
thousand guiueas, indeed | don even
think in such SUMS
She spoke with a certain merry conf
dence, but her smile was not merry Bar
rington saw that.
Il expect they got through to some
wrong number-vthey're always ringing us
up in mistake she said, dismissingly
well tell me what sort of a day You
have had in town just missed you aw-
fully. and that's the truth. oh, Tony
boy. I'll be glad glad glad when we
can get ourselves right, right away
She nestled against him for a moment
finding an infinite comfort in his near
ness. in the clasp of his arms for he
had caught her to him with sudden
fierce caress She was not as rule
demonstrative. this woman. but there was
passion in her words now that was as
fuel to the flame Of his own.
why. then, for heavens sake. let us
go. he said What is there to keep
us? Get Betty ready and come Frank
Iy. | hate the place. Your father yes,
yes. he is your father. dear | know that
but | always find it incredibly hard to
believe You can make an excuse for
Betty Betty will be the gamer by Il
change from this environment / don t
know what it is but. as | said yester-
day, there is a deuced odd feeling in the
air am what novelists call 'obsessed
by feeling of fear-as though some
hateful calamity was impending oh. Of
course it's ones liver, | know that-or
living so close to water But. all the
same. III be Jolly glad to get away.
Tomorrow what's to prevent t2 Tomor-
row night-thats a bargain, eh?"
Edith's Fear.
There was an almost disDroporGonate
eagerness in his tone. He turned her
face to his
That's a bargain. eh?' he repeated
oh no. no, Not tomorrow; that isn't
possible, Tony" She stared al him with
wide, frightened eyes. her fingers inter
lacing ncrvously What do you mean
why do YOU say such dreadful things
You terrify me! What calamity could
happen to us? oh, you are cruel and sus-
picious and morbid. It's selfish. horribly
selfish. OF you TO suggest that should
leave dad lust now.
She spoke as woman suddenly be-
side herself, finging away from him with
a petulance that amazed him. And she
was beside herself with fear. She knew
her husband well enough to realize that
if he made up his mind to return to
France tomorrow and to take her and
Betty with him, there was no power
that would prevent him doing so short
Of what he called battle, murder, or sud
den death
But my dear Edith, it was your own
suggestion Darlington was honestly
bewildered Il only want to please you
to get You out OF a morbid atmosphere -
He would have taken her in his arms
again. but she refused to be comforted
She burst into sudden tempest of tears
and ran out of the rom, banging the door
She left thoroughly taken aback man
staring after her