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


in. followed by d porter with a bag
and bundle Of golf sticks. There was
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
Marys heart gave a jump.
u thought il was you" said Mere
dith, quietly. Aren't you going to
speak to me2"
"Of course" she stammered with
lips that tried so hard not to CULVER
You startled me So" She smiled at
him calamity. You see, you are
about the last person ] expected to
see. Are you going TO Ireland p
The Old Haunts.
Yes, and you2 To the old haunts p"
The quick tears started to her eyes
Yes. 10 one of the old haunts near
Galway"
Tough Corrib2" he asked,
Mary WINGED.
Yes, just on the shores, half-way
10 Oughterard"
He leant forward.
You don't mean to say that you
are going to the Wintons2"
Yes"
Good! SO am l. They're getting
up frst-rate house party, you know.
I'm awfully glad you're going 10 be
one Of them, too"
Mary gave a little gasp, opened her
mouth as if 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 10 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 or
something of the kind. But n. Mere
dith was to be in the house how
could she bear ii? How could she
tell hIm2 He probably knew nothing
about her reverses of fortune. She
couldn't hlurt it 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 eff
fort as she spoke.
A Bad Prospect.
Pm afraid it's going to be a bad
night Are you obliged to CROSSE"
Yes"
And II / remember rightly, you
don't care much about the sea, do
you2"
q care this much-that loathe it. %
said Mary, with a faint smile II
have never got over my distsste for
boats and everything to do with them
And the Irish Channel is always
rough when | cross It,"
Meredith laughed
Have you only Just come back
from East Africa ?" said Mary, break
ing the silence that had fallen be-
tween them.
Three months ago"
But you will go out again"
81 don't think So" he said slowly
1t all depends on
The door into the corridor was slid
open; the dining car attendant looked
in
Take your seats for dinner
please"
He passed on
You Will dine, won't your" asked
Meredith. Nothing like good meal
you know"
The color mounted to Mary's face
How could she tell him that dinner
was not a possibility to her, simply
because she had no spare money 10
waste She had a little packet OF
sandwiches in her bag. and some bis
cults, but her appetite sickened at the
thought of them.
81 am not hungry" she said. eva
sively. 81 couldn't eat any dinner"
Left Alone.
Very wei. Wilful woman must
always have her way, but don't say ]
didn't warn you. VIII YOU be all
right II ! leave you2 l feel the pangs
of d furious hunger"
"Of course. I am quite comfort
able"
Left alone. Mary sat up and gazed
out into the darkness Her face
burned How could she endure the
hours of this journey with Meredith
sitting there, talking. looking at her?
She must get away from him. Her
hard-won self-control might desert
her, and then She RAPIDLY col
lected her rug, papers and bag and
slipped into the corridor walking
with difficulty toward the far end OF
the swinging train TO another com
partment
Here she would be alone. Present
w. 70 the hum Of the express. Mary
fell asleep wrapped In her rug. and
dreamed things that brought smile
20 her lips and color TO her soft
checks.
And in the dining car, at his soil
tary meal, Meredith wondered why
fate had deliberately thrown him and
Mary together when that impossible
barrier Of wealth still stood between
them. IT had driven him away from
her once before. and now-weu, he
must let things slide Perhaps. that
same interfering dame Fortune might
iInd a way out
The Irish air was soft and fresh.
and the gray country looked mex
sskressibIy lovely TO Mary's tired eyes.
70 crossing had been just as odious
p expected and she had hurried
the boat IN the wiutrv darkness
~the waiting room. dreading. VET
hoping ta-dnd Meredith at her side