Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-04-13
we'd Stronger than "The Woman Thou Gavest Me"

the mighty hand of fate. shaft Of light from my
bedroom crossing the end Of my writing desk, showed
me a copy of a little insular newspaper.
The paper, which must have come by the evening
post had probably been opened by Martin, and for
that reason only took it up and glanced at It,
The first thing that caught my eye was short
report headed Charity Performance
THE English ladies' and gentlemen from Castle
Raa. who cruising round the island in the hand
steam yacht the Cleopatra, gave variety en-
terainment last night in aid of the Catholic Mission
the Palace, RavenstOwn.
at the end of the performance the Lord Bishop
who was present in person, and watched every item
of the programme with obvious enjoyment, proposed
vote OF thanks in his usual fecitous terms, thank
ing Lord Raa this further proof OF his great ber
atty Of mind in helping Catholic charity, and par
ticularly ntionng the beautiful and accomplished
Madame r. who had charmed all eyes and won all
hearts er serpentne dances, and to whom the
Churt ELAN would always be indebted for the
handsome sum which had been the result of her dis
interested efforts in promoting the entertainment
1T is understood that the Cleopatra will leavs
Ravenstown Harbor tomorrow morning on her fay
back to Port Raa"
That was the end OF everything It upon
me like a torrent and swept ell my scruples away.
saw Martins despairing face again as had seen
II at the moment Of our parting and my brain rang
with his passionate words: you are my wife am
your real husband. We love each other. We shall
continue TO love each other. No matter where you
are. what they do with you, you are mine and al
ways will be"
Something was crying out within me- Love him!
Tell him you love him. Now, now! He is going
away. Tomorrow viii be too late. Go to him. This
will be your true marriage
leaped up. and, tearing the door open, walked
with strong steps across the corridor toward Martins
room.
My hair was down. my we're bare in the
ample sleeves Of my dressing gown; but thought
nothing OF all that.
I did not knock at Martins door. I took hold Of
the handle as one who had right II turned Of it.
self. and the door opened
Ny mind was I'm a whirl, black rings ciTcling
round my eyes but 7 heard my trembling, Quiverins
throbbing voice. if IL had been the voice of some
body else saying. Martin. coming
Then my heart, which had been beating violently,
seemed to stop. Ny limbs gave way l was about
to fall
At the next moment strong arms we're around me-
I had fear. But fhere roaring in my brain
such as the ice makes when ii is breaking up
on Ugu good lg0Hrp. JrhO are happy ~ Tire lore
that guards y0U Shs'IS Vyv shelters yoH rrGps 700
round ard keeps U9u pure ami true tread lightly
the PROSTATE soul of your sister ia her hour Of trial
and fierce temptations
And Uou blessed and Eoiy saints lCFO EHeel before
the W0ftcr of an UgbsF. take the trdpsgTeSsiOR II
hfg gui'tH rfVd 10 Him Wb0-ioHg ago it the house
of tie ycfrighteyUS PHuTsss-Sgd 10 the ICb0
l.rs 20 sinner gad pct '9rei WHeb-thc CONAN iCtO
trf tresLgF Ills feet lrb her tears and dried them
frfh the hair OF her hcgd-"lhy sins ave foTgiUeH
thee"
The fnstalment Of The Woman Thou 6avest
Me" from which these excerpts are taken will be
found in full in the April number Of HEARST'S MAG
AZlNE.