Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-02
American Sunday Monthly Magazine Section
A Song of Sixpence
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picture She saw foreign actress, far
famed for her spectacular career, notori-
ously immoral, feted at the home of one of
Gainesville's leading citizens, whose door
she, Emmy. with all her virtue might not
pass. More and more she determined to
have money.
Hence, she sewed and dreamed, and
waited for opportunity to knock Some
age-old wisdom within her shapely head
told her that James Borden did not spell
opportunity--at least not of the sort she
desired
Her mother was at this time COMPARE
lively happy. Each afternoon she spent
with Katie, after the work of the day had
been done at home, helping the bride to
build her little nest There we're curtains
to be made and hung, table linen to be
hemmed and initiated, floors to be stained, a
hundred and one little details of housekeep-
ing to be arranged, in all of which Mrs
Moran lived over her own honeymoon days,
and realized the joys of building anew, on
another foundation, the structure which, in
her own case, had come to so poor a compile
ton. After all, it is the greatest privilege
of motherhood.
Emmy did not spend much time with
Katie. She felt, somehow, that Katie dis
approved of her. The latter, since her mar
riage, had become suddenly very strict in
her ideas. Every word, every action, every
thought, almost, she submitted to the one
test Will Harvey like it?" Harvey did
did not like Emmy over much. So she let
the Cook family severely alone and went on
with her reading and her sewing.
1t was about the middle of the month that
i II, CO.
that the thermometer had been above 90 for
more time in Rullman's saloon, cooling off,
Sometimes he did not come home to the
midday meal at all, contenting himself with
sandwich, washed down by innumerable
glasses of beer. One afternoon, amid
great commotion he was brought home from
the factory, unconscious. He had been
overcome by the heat the doctor said, and
ordered ice baths. The ice baths were quite
useless. Before the first one had been SO
much as prepared, Mr. Moran was num-
bered with his fathers.
Mrs. Moran wept cOplously for two weeks,
and spent the time between fits of sobbing
in recounting the deceased's good points
to all her friends. These received her
paans of praise in decorous silence, or
with expressions of sympathy, and hurried
off to tell each other how happy Mrs.
Moran ought to be, now that she had been
providentially rid of that old Jim Moran"
Emmy was dry-eyed. Her father had
sounded within her no depths of affection
from which tears might spring, and she
was not hypocritical enough to pretend
to them. The presence of death, it is true,
depressed her, but it was quite impersonal
feeling, common to all humanity when they
approach the valley of the shadow.
1t transpired, after Mr.. Moran's some
what muddled affairs had been brought
into order, that with the exception of life
insurance. policy of twenty-five hundred
dollars, he had left no estate. This money,
coming to the widow, was all that stood
between her and starvation. Mrs. Moran
was much perturbed as to the best way to
invest it, and asked every one she met for
an opinion on the subject. Needless to
say, she was deluged with advice, running
all the way from guaranteed seven per cent
gold bonds of the Lone Jack Copper Mining
and Refining Company, shares ten cents
each, to stock in patent device for making
non-re6llable bottle, controlled by the
prescription clerk at the local drug store.
In the course of her search for advice she
naturally asked Emmy not because she
thought the latter knew anything about such
matters, but because it was characteristic
of Mrs. Moran to ask advice from everyone
on every subject which entered into the