Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-18

! NFtl1 oi4t always vas any "dy
Into the Storm.
The storm had increase during
the service; and the sacristan, who
was opening the door for US, had as
much as he could do to hold ii
against the wind, which came with
such a rush upon US when we stepped
into the porch that my veil and the
coronal OF myrtle and orange bios
SONS were torn off my head and
| blown back into the church.
God bless my sowl," said some
body-it was Tommy's friend, Johnny
| OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES some that
would be calling that bad luck
though"
A band of village musicians. who
were ranged up in the road, struck
up The Black and Gray as we
stepped out of the churchyard. and
the next thing l knew was that my
| husband and | were in the carriage
| going home
He had so far recovered from the
! frightening effects of the marriage
4 service that he was making light Of
it, and saying
When will this mummery come u
an end, 1 wonder?"
The windows of the carriage were
rafting with the wind, and my hus
band had begun to. talk of the storm
when we came upon the trunk of
| young tree which had been torn up by
the roots and was lying across the
| road, so that our coachman had to get
down and remove It.
"Beastly bad crossing, I'm afraid.
| Hope you're good sailor. Must be
in London tomorrow morning, you
know"
The band was playing behind US.
| The leafiess trees were beating their
l.1 ma hrTr tn ~
bells were pealing. The storm was
laundering through the running sky.
| The sea was very loud
AT my fathers gate Tommy the
| Mate, with a serious face, was stand
ing, cap in hand. under his triumpAal
| arch, which das well as it could for
the wind that was tearing its flowers
and scattering them on the grounO
spelled out the words God Bless the
Happy Bride"
When we reached the open door Of
the house, a group of maids Were
waiting for us They We're holding on
to their white caps and trying to con-
troll their aprons, which were swirling
! about their black frocks. As | stepped
out of the carriage they addressed me
as my Lady" and Your Ladyship.
The seagulls. driven up from the sea,
We're screaming about the house.
Face Deadly White.
MY husband and went into the
drawing room, and as we stood TO-
gether on the hearthrug l caught a
glimpse of my face in the glass over
the mantelpiece. 1t was deadly white,
and had big. staring eyes and a look
of faded sunshine. | fixed afresh the
pearls about my neck and the dia
mond in my hair. which was much
disordered.
Almost Immediately the other car
riages returned, and relatives and
guests began to pour into the room
| and offer us their congratulations.
First came my cousins, who were to-
much troubled about their own be-
draggled appearance to pay much at
tention to mine. Then Aunt Bridget,
holding on to her half-moon bonnet,
and crying
You happy, happy child But what
a wind There's been nothing like u
since the day you were born.
My father came next, like a gale OF
wind himself saying:
I'm proud of you, gel. Right proud
am. You done well"
Then came Lady Margaret VINO
kissed me without saying MANY
words and finally a large and varied
company of gayly dressed friends ana
neighbors. chiefly the 'aristocracy' or
our island, who lavished many un-
necessary "ladyships" upon me, as II
the great name reflected certd III
glory upon themselves.
l remember that as l stood on the
hearthrug with my husband. receiving
their rather crude compliments. q
vague gayety came over me, ana
smiled and laughed, although my
heart was growing sick, for the e.
feet of the wedding service was
I ebbing away into a cold darkness Ike
that of a night tide when the moon
light has left it.
1t did not comfort me that my nus
band, without failing in good mar,
ners. was taking the whole scene ana
company with a certain scarcely
yelled contempt which l could not
: help but see.
And neither did it allay my uneasi-
ness to glance at my father. where ne
stood at the end of the room. watch
ING. with look of triumph in ms
glistening black eyes. his proud CUES =
seeming to say to himself, Ihey r
here at last I've bet them! Yes, by
cough, I've bet them!
MANY a time since I have wondered
if his conscience did not stir WITHIN
! him as he looked across at his daugh-
ter in the Jewels of the noble house
he had married her into-the pale
: bride with the bridegroom he had
bought for her-and thought of the
mockery of a sacred union wnlch ne
had brought about to gratity MS
pride. his vanity. perhaps his revenge.
But it was all over now. l was
married to Lord Raa. In the eyes
5 equally of the law. the world and the
church. tho knot between us was ire
vocably tied.
Memorandum by Martin Conrad.
am no mystic and no spiritualist t,
and 1 only mention ii as one of the
mysteries OF sympathy between far
distant friends, that during part OF
the time when my dear one was going
through the fierce struggle she de-
scribes. and was dreaming of frozen
regions and of broken pen, the ship
I sailed on had got itself stuck fast
in a field of pack ice in latitude 76
under the ice barrier by Charcot Bay.
; and that while we were lying like
. | halrless logs ont off from commune