Atlanta Georgian., 1913-03-12

a FTER she had announced TO
| ~ 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 sensation following
upon her disclosure, she was disap-
J pointed Beatrice sat motionless En-
| 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 flrefiies
We're appearing in the soft September
dusk
At last Helen's patience reached an
end, and she spoke.
Il hope l 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 dull, emotionless voice.
II brought the knowledge upon myself
| insisted upon your telling me-" She
paused What | 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. Si-
lence fell again on the dusk filled room.
The hostess endured it as long as she
could. then sprang to her feet.
Il can't stand this!" she exclaim ed
with a pretense of gayety. going across
to the manteshef for matches III
be getting the blues myself If we sit
like 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 abb
sently. her eyes still fixed on the dark
rectangle OF the window.
What is the matter, dear?" queried
Helen You look wretched. Are you
tired? Would you like me to help you
into bed?"
| With a stified moan the widow buried
her face in her hands and burst into
tears.
OH" she sobbed, Il want to go
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 hail,
thereby almost colliding with DIR. Yea =
ger, who was on his way to the floor
above.
where is DR.. Haynes?" queried
Helen, breathlessly
He has driven down to the village
for the mail" answered the physician
"Is there anything | can do?"
OH" exclaimed Helen. Beatrice il
having Mysteries, | think. Can't yol
stop them?"
Without further explanation. DR.
! Yeager turned and entered Beatrice's
room. The widows face was still
buried in her hands, and her frame was
shaking with the violence of her sobs
but she was weeping more quietly
though bitterly. and showed no signs OF
hysteria. The physician stepped to her
side and laid a kindly hand upon her
shoulder.
What is the matter, Mrs. Minor ?'
he asked, softly.
She raised her tear stained face, con
trolling herself with an effort
Il Want to See Mr.. Maynard"
81 want to see Mr.. Maynard" she
declared. looking her questione
straight in the eyes.
DR.. Yeaser started violently--hi!
elf-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 upstair,
I'LL know that" she hurried on. "ant
| must see him! | have something tC
tell him. | must see himl"
Have you told her OF his present
condition." asked the physician. turn
ing sharply upon Mrs. Robbins.
mo-" stammered the frightened
hostess 81 haven't"
The physician took Beatrice Minors
trembling hands in his firm cool clasp
You are to go to bed now" he said