Atlanta Georgian., 1913-03-12

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~ Beatrice that the rescuer of the
Minor children from the burning
house had been Paul Maynard, Helen
Robbins waited for some further COM
ment from her friend. If she had
counted upon a sensation following
upon her disclosure, she was disap-
pointed. Beatrice sat motionless Ex-
cept for her irrepressible exclamation
of grief or CONSERVATION, she uttered
no sound. Mutely she gazed out of the
window at the lawn where the fireflies
were appearing in the soft September
dusk
At last Helen's patience reached an
end, and she spoke
"I hope 1 haven't shocked YOU, my
dear" she said, with the least note Of
sarcasm in her voice. But you insisted
on knowing. Perhaps l should not
have told you"
You were perfectly right Beatrice
assured her in a dull, emotionless voice.
Il brought the knowledge upon myself.
l insisted upon your telling me-" She
paused. What I dreaded is true" she
muttered.
Her friend did not catch the last
sentence. What did you say" she
sked.
Beatrice Is Hysterical.
Nothing" answered the widow. ST.
lenee fell again on the tIusk-filled room.
The hostess endured 1t as long as she
could, then sprang to her feet.
Il can't stand this" she exclaimed
with pretense of gayety, going across
to the mantelshelf for matches. III
be getting the blues myself if we sit
like a couple OF owls here in the dark
much longer. There!" as she lighted
the lamp on the table, that looks Il
little more cheerful"
| 1T is better" responded Beatrice alb
sently, her eyes still fixed on the dark
rectanele Of the window.
what is the matter, dear?" queried
Helen. You hook wretched. Are you
tired? Would you like me to help you
into bed?"
With stihed moan the widow buried
her face in her hands and burst into
tears.
oh" she sobbed. Il want to SO
home! 1 want to go away from this
dreadful country and never come
back"
So violent was her weeping that
Helen, after two or three vain attempts
to soothe her, ran out into the hall
thereby almost colliding with DR.. Yea
ger, who was on his way to the floor
above.
Where is DR.. Haynes?" querlet
Helen. breathlessly.
He has driven down to the villagt
for the mall answered the physician
rs there anything | can do?'
ON" exclaimed Helen. Beatrice j
having Mysteries, l think. Can't yo,
stop them"
Without further explanation, Dr.
Yeager turned and entered Beatrice:
room. The widows face was still
buried in her hands and her frame wal
shaking with the violence Of her sobs
but she was weeping more quietly
though bitterly, and showed no signs O.
hysteria. The physician stepped to hel
side and laid kindly hand upon hel
shoulder.
What is the matter, Mrs. Minor?'
he asked, softly.
She raised her tear-stained face, con.
trolling herself with an effort.
II Want to See Mr.. Maynard. "
81 want to see Mr.. Maynard" sh'
declared. looking her questione
straight in the eyes.
DIR. Yeager started violently-hi
self possession leaving him for the mo
ment. you can not see Mr. Maynard,
he began, because"
He got no further, for the woman in.
terrupted him. "He is lying upstairs
ill know that" she hurried on, "ant
l must see him. have something tC
tell him. / must see him!"
Have you told her of his presen
condition." asked the physician, turn
ing sharply upon Mrs. Robbins.
NO" stammered the frightened
hostess. Il haven't"
The physician took Beatrice Minor!
from hlipo hands i'm his firm, cool cIa G. n