Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-17
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Thirtieth Chapter-Continued.

I'm Bella Quark that was" she
whispered II married Willie Shin
min, of the Linen, you recollect. it7
only a month this morning since he
was lost, but # seems Ike years and
years There isn't nothing in the
world like it,"
She knew about my marriage and
said she wished me joy, though the
world was so dark and lonely for
some. Then she said something
about her iii While" She had left
him asleep In her cottage on the
Curragh, and he might awake ana
cry before she got back, so she hoped
Father Dan wouldn't keep her long.
was so touched by the poor thing $
trouble that / almost forgot my own,
and. creeping " TO herside put my
arm through hers as we knelt togeth-
err and that was how the father found
US when he turned to put the holy
wafer on our tongues.
. The wind must have risen higher
while ! was in the church, for when
! was returning across the fields it
dashed my skirts about my legs SO
that I could scarcely walk. A mist
had come down and made a sort OF
monotonous movement In the noun
tains where they touched the vague
line of the heavy sky
l should be afraid to say that Ma
ture was still trying to speak to the
in her strange inarticulate voice, but
/ can not forget that a flock OF year
lngs, which had been sheltering under
a hedge, followed, bleating to the
last fence, and that the moaning OF the
sea about st. Mary's Rock was the
last sound / heard as | re-entered the
house.
Everything there was running like
a mill-race by this time. The SER
wants We're dying to and fro. my cous-
ms We're calling downstairs in a.
cents of alarm, Aunt Bridget was an
swering them in tones of veXation,
and my father was opening doors
with a heavy push and closing them
with clash.
They were all 30 suddenly pacifed
when / appeared that it flashed upon
me at the moment that they must
have thought | had run away.
Goodness gracious me. girl. where
have YOU been?" said Aunt Bridget.
l told her, and she was beginning
o reproach me for not ordering rour
the carriage instead of making my
boots and stockings. damp by traps
ing across the grass, when my father
said
"That'n do, taatn do, Change
them and take a snack of something.
guess we're due at Holmtown in
half an hour
ate my breakfast standing. the ear
was brought round, and by s o'clock
my father and | arrived at the house
of the High Bailiff. who had to per-
form the civil service of my marriage,
according to the conditions required
by law.
The High Baliff was on one knee
before the fire in his office, holding a
newspaper in front OF him TO make II
burn.
Nobody else here YETI" asked my
father.
"Traa dy liooar" (time enough, the
High Bailiff muttered.
He was an elderly man Of Intern
perate habits. who spent his nights
at the Grown and Mitre," and was
apparently out of humor at having
been brought out Of bed so early.
His office was "A room of his private
house II had high desk, a stool and
"A revolving chair Placards Were
pinned on the walls, one over another
and a Testament with the binding
much worn, lay on a table The place
looked half like a doctors consulting
room and half like a small police
court
Presently Mr. Curphy. my fathers
advocate, came in. rather irritatingly