Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-05

thought we two agreed four years ago to
put all that behind us" he said. Wasn't
1t for that that | gave you a new name,
took you away from all you had known
before? That's why you are no longer
Margaret Flint, but Lucene Blount.
Her Love Attachment.
"oh, I'm so grateful to you" breathed
the girl
There No more Of that" he COM
manded. Tell me now, has our little
girl left her heart in Paris or has she
brought it back intact
Neither" she replied softly and met
his eyes with perfect frankness Il left
1t here when ! went away. You know
that"
still faithful to the old memory" he
asked with a strange gleam in his eyes.
Does 1t surprise you?" There was
grave reproach in her gaze
ooh. no! Mo-" he quickly protested
and then with a smile: I'm going to
surprise YOU"
Are YOU"
yes. You shall see him soon" he said
OH gasped the girl, taking a quick
step toward him and clasping her hands
MIR, Andrew. You mean
Yes, yes" He smiled upon her with
the air of a Caliph THE man who owes
HIS life to you and doesn't even know
your name"
'But-when-w when"
You shall soon see"
"Oh, it cant be true. It's too won
derful," she exclaimed
Yes, yes" he agreed after all. there
is magic In this dull, old world and it
pleases me to be the magician. Why
not?'
us he quite well?" she asked.
Quite There was peculiar grim
hardness in the tone with which he i'm
parted this Information.
when they took him away in an am
buance | was sure he was going to die"
she said softly, and her eyes grew big
and misty at the recollection.
And 80 he would-but for you" smiled
Mr.. Andrew
The girl flashed him an eager, happy
look 81 did do the right thing, didn't
To- she asked
Yes. the only thing that could have
saved him. But tell me-" he went on,
how did you ever learn to make a
tourniquet?"
When She Learned.
why. I'd seen pictures OF 1t in those
when he was thrown from the automo-
bile and lay bleeding at my feet-1 don't
know why. but Just happened to remem-
Der it and tore my petticoat into strips
and took a stick and twisted II around his
arm and held 1t just as light as l could.
And for few brief moments you
locked into each others eyes, supple
mented Mr.. Andrew, with a smile
Yes Her eyes dropped.
And then the ambulance came and
whlsked him away out of your life"
"Yes''--very softly.
But you never forgot. though neither
Of you ever knew the others name"
The girl looked up at him and held
out her hands
"oh, Mr. Andrew" she replied, who
is he? Who is he?''
"Hmm." he unused, taking her hands
rather absently, Small chance that you
two should ever meet again. The little
waif of the streets and the man of the
world-yet so ii is to be-"
'It seems like fairyland," she whis-
pered.
at is for that purpose" he went on
gravely, ignoring her last exclamation, 81
have taken this house, and for that pur-
pose l have created a family. in place
OF the one you lost when you were child
A father mother. brother--in short
a past that viii stand all the scrutiny il
is ever likely to receive"
These details were of little importance
to the child just then.
Does he remember me-" she asked
with trepidation
He has often tried to find you." was
the grave reply. But l have kept you
hidden until you were ready TO blossom
like the rose you are today"
But why-why," protested the girl re-
proachfully, didn't you let him find me
when you knew that She blushed
and broke off abruptly
In order first to educate and train
YOU" he explained gently. And. sec
ondly. TO blot out a past that. innocent
though you were, would forever have
kept you apart"
"And-and-yo know" she asked with
hesitancy.
II have seen him"
"Oh!-Don't you admire him, too?" she
exclaimed
He looked over her head in silence for
a few moments before he replied very
slowly, as If picking his words.
He once unknowingy did me a great |
service and | desire to return it in kind "
You mean without letting him know"
breathed the girl excitedly
''Hm-yes-yes. That's what these
clothes mean. So remember, for the
present" he reminded her gravely, 81
am only Andrew watkins, your brothers
valet and confidential man"
For the first time the girl looked
troubled.
But don't you see, Mr.. Andrew" she
said timidly, you are asking me to de-
ceive him.
Mr. Andrew slipped an arm about her
waist and drew her toward him
MY dear child" he said with infinite
tenderness, II am only doing my best
TO give YOU fair chance to be happy"
But | don't believe | could deceive
him when when r. she stammered
almost tearfuly. "Oh, Mr.. Andrew,
can't. / cant, / can't.