Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-12

in, followed by porter with bag
and bundle Of golf sticks. There was
8 momentary hustle. during which the
express began to glide slowly along
the platform. The porter jumped out,
shut the door-they were off.
And in the opposite corner was sit
ting
Mary's heart gave a jump
Il thought II was you" said Mere
dith, quietly. Aren't you going to
speak to me?'
"Of course" she stammered. with
lips that tried 50 hard not to culver.
You startled me so" She smiled at
him gallantly You see, you are
about the last person / expected to
see. Are you going to Ireland
The Old Haunts.
Yes, and you? To the old haunts ?'
The quick tears started to her eyes.
Yes. to one of the old haunts near
Galway"
Tough Corrib?" ne asked,
Mary WINGED.
Yes, just on the shores, halfway
90 Oughterard"
He leant forward.
You don't mean 10 say that you
ere going to the Wintons?'
Yes"
Good So am l. They're getting
up first-rate house party, you know.
I'm awfully glad you're going to be
one OF them too"
Mary gave little gasp, opened her
mouth as II to speak. and said moth
ing. What could she say?
Tell him the truth. Of course-that
instead Of an honored guest she was
going to the Wintons as governess at
$3.50 a year. relegated to the school
room in a distant wing. dining when
the rest of the party lunched disap-
pearing back again to the distant
wing Of the house with her charges.
Perhaps now and then she would be
sent for to play accompaniment OF
something of the kind. But II Mere
dith was to be In the house. how
could she bear it, How could she
tell him? He probably knew nothing
about her reverses Of fortune She
couldn't blurt il Out-apropos Of moth
ing at all.
Three years ago she and Meredith
had seen a good deal Of each other
No other man had ever touched her
heart or made any great difference
in her life. but he-she wrenched
herself from her dreams with an ef-
fort as she spoke
A Bad Prospect.
I'm afraid it's going to be a bad
night. Are you obliged TO crosse
YES"
and if ! remember rightly, you
don't care much about the sea, dc
you?"
Il care this much-that loathe it,
said Mary. with faint smile. 81
have never got over my distaste fol-
boats and everything to do with them
And the Irish Channel is Away
rough when l cross it."
Meredith laughed.
Have you only just come bach
from East Africa ," said Mary, break
ing the silence that had fallen be,
tween them.
Three months ago"
But you will go out again."
I don't think So he said slowly
at all depends on
The doOr into the corridor was sli,
open; the dining car attendant looked
in
Take your seats for dinner
please
He passed on.
You will dine. won't you?' aske,
Meredith. Nothing like good meal
you know"
The color mounted TO Mary's face
How could she tell him that dime
was not a possibility to her, simpl!
because she had no spare money [,
waste? She had a little packet O
sandwiches in her bag. and some bis
cults, but her appetite sickened at tn,
thought of them.
Il am not hungry" she said, eva
sively. q couldn't eat any dinner
Left Alone.
Very well. wnlful woman mus
always have her way. but don't say
didn't warn you. VIII you be al
right If leave you? I feel the pang:
OF a furious hunger"
'Of course. ! am quite comfort.
able"
Left alone, Mary sat up and gazet
out into the darkness Her fac,
burned How could she endure tn,
hours of this journey with Meredith
sitting there, talking. looking at her
She must get away from him. Hel
hard won self-control might deser
her, and then She rapidly col.
lected her rug, papers and bag anl
slipped into the corridor, watkins
with difficulty toward the far END o
the swinging train to another com
partment.
Here she would be alone. Present
ly, 10 the hum of the express, MARI
fell asleep. wrapped In her rug. and
dreamed things that brought a smile
TO her lips and a color to her sof
cheeks
And in the dining car, at his soil
tary meal. Meredith wondered why
fate had deliberately thrown him and
Mary together, when that impas ss bl,
barrier Of wealth stu stood between
them. II had driven him away from
her once before, and now-well. ht
must let things slide Perhaps. thai
same interfering dame Fortune might
mo a way out
The Irish air was soft and fresh
and the gray country looked mex
!, pressibly lovely 70 Mary's tired eyes
~ ne crossing had been just as odious
sine expected and she had hurried
the boat in the wintry darkness
waiting room, dreadinR. yet
ind Meredith al her aide