Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-11
THE WOMAN THOU
GAVEST ME, & By HALL GAME
The Greatest Story of The Twentieth Century

| band would be one Of them but he
| was not, and the FIRST words spoken
| 10 my father were
His lordsnlp's apologies sir He
! has an engagement to-day, but hopes
| 90 see YOU at your own house to-
| morrow morning
| J recognized the speaker as the
guardian (grOwn grayer and even less
| prepossessingJ who had crossed with
the young Lord Raa when he was go
| ing up TO oxford and his compan Mons
| were a smooth-faced man with
| searching eyes who was introduced as
| his lordship's solicitor from London. a
| Mr.. Murphy whom | knew to be my
! fathers advocate, and my dear old
| Father Dan
was surprised to find Father Dan
a smaller man than | had thought
! him, very plain and provincial. little
country parish priest but he had the
tender smile | always remembered,
and he sweet Irish roll OF the Yowels
that ! could never forget
God bless you" he said How
well you're lookingi And how like
your mother, Lord rest her soul! |
knew the Blessed Virgin would take
care of you. and she has, she has"
Three conveyences were waiting for
us-a grand brouRham for the Bishop,
big motor car for the guardian and
the London lawyer, and a still big
ger one for ourselves.
We'll. s'1ong until tomorrow then
cried my father, getting up into the
front row Of his own car, with tho
advocate beside him and Father Dan
and myself behind
A Priest s Affection.
on the way home Father Dan
talked OF the business that Ia
brought me back, saying was not TO
think too much OF anything he might
nave said of Lord Raa in his letters,
seeing that he had spoken from hear
say. and the world was so Censorious
and then there was no measuring
the miraculous influence that might
be exercised by a good woman.
lie said this with a certain con
straint, and was more at ease when
he spoke of the joy that ought to
come into "a girls life at her mar
riage-her first love- her first love
letter, her wedding day and her first
baby, all the sweet and wonderful
things OF a new existence which
man could never know
Even an old priest may see that
he said, with laugh and a pat of my
hand.
We dropped Mr.. Curphy at his
house in Holmtown and then my ia
Their sat with us at the back and
talked with tremendous energy OF
what he had done, Of what he was
going to do. and of all the splendors
that were before me.
You'll be the big woman of the is
land and there won't be a mothers
son dare say boo to you"
| noticed that in his excitement his
tongue, dropping the suggestion of his
adopted country, reverted to the ra@Y
speech OF his native soil, and ! had
sense of being with him before | was
born. when he returned home from
America with millions of dollars at
his back and the people who had
made game of his father went down
before his face like food
Such of them as had not done so
then (being Of the "aristocracy" OF
the island and remembering the hum
BILE stock he came from were to do
so nov, for IN the second generation,
and by means OF his daughters mar
riage. he was going to triumph over
them all
Wen beat 'om. gel! My cough,
yes, Wen beat emit" he cried. with
fash of his black eyes and a master
full lift of his eyebrows.
great people of ELAN, he pointed
them out to me with a fling Of the
arm and spoke of the families in "A
tone of contempt.
"See that2 That's Christian Of
Balla Christian, The man snubbod
me six months ago. He'll know bet
ter six months to come
That's Eyreton. His missus was too
big to call on your mother-she II call
on you, though, you go bail. See yon-
der big towers In the trees? That's
I'olksdale, where the Farragans live.
The daughters have been walking
over the world like peacocks. but
they'll crawl on IL like cockroaches,
Hulloh, here's ould Balgean u
Eagle Hill, in his grand carriage with
his English coachman, See
that. though? See him doff his hat 10
you, the ould hypocrite? He knows
something He's got an inkling,
Things travel Wen geat EN-, gel.
wen beat 'em! They'll he round us
like bees about a honeypot"
1t was impossible no. to catch the
contagion Of my fathers triumphant
spirits and in my different way J
found myself tingling with delight as
! recognized the scenes associated
with my childhood village, the
bridge the lane 70 sunny Lodge and
Nurphy's Mouth, and the trees that
bordered our drive.
Nearly everything looked smaller
or narrower or lower than | had
thought but l had forgotten how
lovely they ALI were. living so snugly
under the hill and with the sea in
front Of them.
our house alone when We. drove up
to II seemed larger than | had en-
pected, but my father explained tails
! by saving.
improvements gel, I'm show YOU
over tomorrow morning"
Aunt Bridget (white- headed now
and wearing spectacles and a white
cap), Betsy Beauty (grown tall and
round, with a kind Of country comeli-
ness) and Messy Macleod docking
like premature old maid who was
doing her best to be a gir) were
waiting at the open porch when our
car Grew up. and they received me
with Su-prising cordially.
Here she IS at last" said Aunt
Bridget
Aud such luck MS she has come
home to-" said Betsy Beauty.
There were compliments on the i'm
rrovemont in my appearance tAunt
Bridget declaring she could not have
believed Il. she rc,Nly could noO, and