Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18

KIN TEGGIE, the postman is COM
MI ing up the garden path.
Would you mind going 20
the door,"
Mrs. Martin paused in the knead-
ing Of the large batch OF dough and
glanced toward the tiny sitting room.
A pretty girl of about eighteen
emerged in response to the call.
Meggie glanced at the grabbed
handwriting on the letter, and gasp
Of surprise escaped her lips.
Who is it from, Meggie? Is any
thing wrong?"
The girl burst into a flood Of hot
furious tears, and flung the letter
scornfully upon the table.
IF Jack is too good for me. don't
thank her to tell me So" she declared,
She herself wasn't much until she
married Jacks father"
Meggie fed upstairs TO her own
little room. Mrs. Martin picked up
the letter and read it slowly. A look
Of contempt flashed in her honest
gray eyes.
The letter which was couched in
terms of lofty condescension, mingled
with biting satire, conveyed the I'M
mistakable message that the silly at
tachment existing 'twiXt Meggie and
Jack was viewed with disapprovaI,
and advised the girl to look else
where, unless she wished to bring
Jack to financial beggary.
In a few minutes Meggie her eyes
red with crying, descended the stair
case, and her mother gathered her in
her arms.
Take no heed of the foolish letter,
my dear" she said sooth'ngly
Ten minutes later found Meggie on
the way to Flamstead.
She Sees Jack.
A man emerged from behind spur
Of cliffs and a sudden rush of color
Suffused her cheeks. The man saw
her at the same time and came to
ward her at an increased pace. He
was a tall, strongly built man of
about twenty one, clad IN rough
fsherman's attire, and darkIy CurleG
hair showed beneath his SOU
wester
Great guns! What are you doing
abroad a morning like this, Meggie?"
I'm just on my way to Flamstead
to make a few purchases, Jack" she
said. Are you putting out to sea
today" There was an anxious note
in the inquiry, as she glanced I'M
easily toward the horizon, which was
enshrOuded in a threatening murki-
ness.
Her glance seemed to bring some
thing to his recollection, for his
bright eyes suddenly darkened, AMI
he laid a hand upon the rough sur
face of his jersey. The next moment
he had taken the girls arm in Il
close grip.
Did you receive a letter this
morning. Meggie?" he asked abruptly.
A tell-tale flush of confusion dyed
Meggie's cheeks. and her eyes fell
beneath his questioning gaze.
Then it is true. She mas been in
terfering between you and me BY
| heaven, I'll make her retract every
word she has written.
It was a night long - oe remem-
bered by those who go down to the
/ sea in ships and by the poor fisn-
| erfolk of SharpeIs Head in particu-
/ lar.
I'm main afraid thew won't do II
If they do, twill be by the grace a
! Cod"
The distress signal flickered for a
/ second, and then was obliterated by
/ the flying spume. The old fisherman
who had first spoken made his han Is
into a megaphone, and gave vent tt
a loud but futile shout
TITS awful to have to stand by
and watch them go to their uearr
without being able to lend a hand
/ he said.
She cannot last long in a sea like
this" declared old Timo'~y, with a
shake of his head. "a boat wouldn't
live a minute in such a boil. 'Tis
years since " seen the like"
Scarcely had he spoken when there