Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-06
EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER.


a FTER my mothers death there
n was no place left for me in
my fathers house.
Betsy Beauty (who was now called
Miss eEtsy and gave herself more
than ever the airs Of the daugh'e~
OF the family occupied half her days
with the governess who had been en-
gagged to teach her, and the othei
half in driving dressed in beautiful
clothes. to the houses Of the gentry
rCunda bout.
Messy Macleod. called the youn~
mistress had become my father :
secretary. and spent most Of her time
in MS private room privllese
which enlarged her pride witho..
improving her manners
Martin Conrad ! did not see, for b.
reward FOR some success al Scho"
the doctor had allowed him 10 speu
his Easter holidays in London
order to look at Nansens ship -
Fran, which had just then arriN'
IN the Thames
Hence il happened that though
home made a certain tug al M
with ils familiar sights and SCUM Is
dnC moIt tudh oilSe ~,
timid stens toward my fathers buat
room intending 10 say. Pleas
father. don't send me back -
school" made no demur when, six
or seven days after the funeral. Aunt
Bridget began to prepare for my de
There's ODDS Of women" said
Tommy the Mate when ! went into
the garden 10 say good-by to him.
They're like sleeps broth, is WON
men. II there's head and heart IN
them they're good. and IL there isn't
voL might as well be supping no.
water Our Big Woman is hot water
-nrt she'll die for all.
Within fortnight | WAS back al
the Convent, and there the ReverenH
Mother atoned to me for every neg
lsct
81 knew YOU would come back u
me" she said. and from that horr
onward she seemed 10 be trying -
make up to me for the mother ! mad
lost
became deeply devoted TO her
As consequences her spirit became
nv spirit. and, little by little, the
religious side Of the life of the Con
vent took complete possession or me
Years Go By.
At flrst I loved the church and lis
services because the Reverend Mother
loved them. and perhaps also for the
sake Of the music. the incense, the
flowers and the lights on the ALTA!
but after had taken my communion,
The mysteries Of our religion took
hold OF me-the Confessional with its
sense Of cleansing and the unutter
able sweetness Of the Mass
For a long time there was nothing
to disturb this religious side Of my
mind Ny father never sent for ice
and as often as the holidays came
round the Reverend Mother took me
with her to her country home at
Nemi.
That was beautiful place--a sweet
white cottage, some twenty kilome
'ers from Rome, AT the foot of Monte
-avo in the middle of the remains
Of medieval village which contained
D. castle and a monastery, and had q
title blue lake lying like an emerald
mong the green and red of the grass
and poppies in the valley below
In the hot months of summer the
place was like a Paradise to me, witt
its roses growing wild by the way
side; its green lizards running on the
rocks: its brown faced boys in vel
vet. and it's gleesome girls in smari
red pet.icoats and gorgeous outside
STAYS, its shrines and its blazing sun
sets, which seemed to girdle the heaV-
ems with quiverne bands of purple
| and gold.
Years went by without me beina
! aware of their going, for after while
| became entirely happy.
) FOO IN
casiouauv il was from Betsy Beauty
| who had not much to say beyond sto-
! ries of balls at Government House
| where she had danced with the younS
| ord Raa. and of hunts at which she
J had ridden with him, More rarely 4
| Was from Aunt Bridget, who usually
| began by complaining of the ever-in-
| ,rpasinG cost of my convent clothes
| ana ended with accounts of hel
| daughter's last new costume and how
well shs looked in ii,
From Messy Macleod and my faith,
| er | never heard at all, but E2thel
| Dan was my constant correspondent
and he told me everything.
First of my father himseif-that h'
| had carried out many of his great en-
| terprises. his marine works, electric
| railways drinking and dancing pal.
| aces. winch UAN DINuE llt TENS u lllth
| sands Of visitors and hundreds o
| thousands Of pounds 70 ELAN, though
| he good Father doubted the advan'
taEe of such innovations and lament
| cd the decline OF piety which had fol
| lowed on the lust for wealth.
| Next Of Aunt Bridget-that she was
bringing up her daughter in the way!
| Of worldly vanity and Cherishins 1
! serpent IN her bosom (meaning Messy
| MacLeod) who would poison he
| heart some day.
Letter From Home.
Next Of Tommy the Mate-that h'
| sent his best respects" TO the N
missy" bu' thought she was well on
Of the way of the Big Woman wh'
WAS getting that highly tightly tina
| "Nou couldn't say Tom TO cat be
| fore her bat she was agate of YOU I,
make IL Thomas"
Treu uf Martin Conrsd-that %,
was at college studying for a doc
| tor IttF his b.4rt SIM AZ IA,