Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-06

II YOU VIII only let me see your WOr~hlppcd
face, and hear your voice. and live in your
atmosphere, Guincvere, | would rather be
dead than separated altogether
Hugh, ! answered, my words nCohcrcnt
with misery. There would be no use in
your promising those things, dear lover,
because ! am not 50 strong, | could not so
master myself, and the moment would come
when | should ask YOU to take me back into
your arms, and break all VOWS. If the
strength of your love for me shows in your
Willingness to try to crush that which is
50 strongly one OF your attributes, mine for
you shows equally in the passionate, mad
emotion for YOU which YOU fill me with,
emotion which is entirely foreign to all
my natural feelings, and character. for
to all others | am, and always will be,
ice to the moon. Hugh love YOU so,
know now, | could never be friends even
If YOU could. SO we must part forever in
this world, my lover. You must go away
again, and use all your will this time to
forget me, and then come back and do your
duty to your family, and your race. | can
not yet ask you to marry another woman,
but that day must come. And as those
who take the veil and are dead to the world.
| will, | will live on in my prison-house, and
do my duty as best am able to my husband
and my son, and, some day, God will give
us peace, because our souls will be free and
not blackencd with any degradation. Hugh
kiss me a farewell"
And with a sob Of agony that still rings
in my ears, my lover pressed his lips to mine
in a passionate goodbye, and while he
still held me to him, Letitia entered the
saloon. She stopped for a second with a
kindly smile in her eyes, and then she took
in the meaning OF the situation, and she
came toward us, her CHEEKY, glowing face
full of sorrow and concern.
My dear children" she began, when
Hugh interrupted her; he rose to his feet,
and | rose, too, and then he took my hand.
"Lctitia, he said, my darling is one of
Gods angels, and she knows best, and we
must part. Be the dear you are, and help
us get through the hours till Monday like
gentle people. My best, old friend"
And for the first time in her life, that !
have ever seen her, my sister sat down upon
the sofa and burst into floods Of tears.
Time flies, even when it is one long pain,
If it is monotonous, the days and weeks 90
by and leave no mark.
1t seemed the first thing which caused me
to take any heed of events was when Al
gernon's Christmas holidays came round
that first year They brought continuous
rows and disagrecmcnts with his father The
of Redwood Moat seemed to
reassert itself soon after we returned from
Cheshire and Humphrey resumed his
gloomy, irritable manner, when it is i'm
possible to please him. He was strongly
resentful of my pale looks. What was the
use, he said, of taking me to the sea and
giving up a whole month to my amusement,
yachting, if as soon as | came back to my
home ! should begin to droop again and
a. go white about the gils?"
The astonishing part is that | am not
aging much. The intense, unvarying mo-
notony of my life seems to keep everything
at a standstill and but that my ewes are
unfathomable pools of resignation" as
Lctitia describes them, am not altered
at ALL she says. am glad at this, because
in every woman's heart there is hope that
she may long keep that which once pleased
her lover.
do not think could bear to see him again,
and yet | must face the thought, and that
other thought, that some day he will marry
| have once more the strange sensation
OF waiting for something, an extraordinary
expectancy which DESTROYS my numbed
peace. l. grows so strong at times that
start and glance eagerly at the letters when
they come, | know not why, nor what
expect to find Algernons summer holi-
days last year were spent yachting with us
on the GHiHeGcye, and, as before, as soon as
Humphrey got away from Redwood Moat
his trmner and all imDroypd | do moi