Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18

MI ing up the garden path.
Would you mind going %
the door,"
Mrs. Martin paused in the knead-
ing of the large batch of dough and
glanced toward the tiny sitting room
A pretty girl of about eighteen
emerged in response to the call.
Meggie glanced at the grabbed
handwriting on the letter, and a gasp
| OF surprise escaped her lips.
Who is it from, Meggie? Is any
thing wrong?"
The girl burst into a flood of hot
furious tears, and flung the letter
| scornfully upon the table.
IF Jack is too good for me, l don't
thank her to tell me So" she declared.
She herself wasn't much until she
married Jacks father"
Meggie fed upstairs to her own
little room. Mrs. Martin picked up
the letter and read it slowly. A look
Of contempt flashed in her honest
gray eyes.
The letter, which was coUched in
terms of lofty condescension, mingled
with biting satire, conveyed the I'M
mistakable message that the silly at
tachment existing 'twixt Meggie and
Jack was viewed with disapproval.
and advised the girl to look else
where. unless she wished to bring
Jack to financial beggary.
In a few minutes Meggie, her eyes
red with crying, descended the stair
case, and her mother gathered her in
her arms.
Take no heed of the foolish letter,
my dear" she said sooth:ngly
Ten minutes later found Meggie on
the way to Flamstead
She Sees Jack.
A man emerged from behind a spur
of cliffs and a sudden rush of color
suffused her cheeks. The man saw
her at the same time and came to-
ward her at an Increased pace He
was tall, strongly built man Of
about ewenty-one, clad IN rough
fisherman's attire, and darkly curled
hair showed beneath his SOU
wester.
Great guns What are you doing
abroad a morning like this, Meggie? ?"
I'm just on my way TO Flamstead
to make few purchases, Jack" she
said. Are you putting out to sea
| today There was an anxious note
in the inquiry, as she glanced un-
easily toward the horizon, which was
enshrouded in a threatening murki-
ness.
Her glance seemed to bring some
thing to his recollection, for his
bright eyes suddenly darkened, and
/ he laid a hand upon the rough sur
face of his jersey. The next moment
he had taken the girls arm in a
close grip
Did you receive a letter this
morning, Meggie?" he asked abruptly.
A tell-tale flush of confusion dyed
Meggie's cheeks, and her eyes fell
beneath his questioning gaze.
Then it is true. She mas been in
terfering between you and me. BY
heaven, I'll make her retract every
word she has written.
It was a night long r. oe remem-
bered by those who go down to the
sea in ships" and by the poor fisn-
erfolk of Sharpers Head in particu-
lar.
| III MAN AFRAID IneN won I DO II.
If they do, twill be by the grace Of
God!"
The distress signal fickered for a
second, and then was obliterated by
the flying spume. The old fisherman
who had first spoken made his han7s
into a megaphone, and gave vent to
a loud but futile shout
It's awful to have to stand by
and watch them go to their uearh
without being able to lend a hand
he said
she cannot last long in a sea like
this" declared old Timo;~y, with a
shake of his head. "A boat wouldn't
live a minute in such a boil. 'Tis
years since " seen the like"
Scarcely had he spoken when there