Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-24
Sixty fourth chapter-continued.

Sixty fourth Chapter-Continued.
This led Martin TO talk of my
father saying as we walked back,
with the dark outlines of the sleep
ing mountains confronting US, what
marvellous man ne had been to
transform in twenty years the little
fishing and trading port into a great
resort for hundreds of thousands of
pleasure seekers.
But is he any better or happier for
the wealth it has brought him, and
for the connections he has bought
with it? Is anybody any better?" said
Martin
81 know one who isn't" l answered.
| had not meant to say that 1t
had slipped out unawares and in my
confusion at the self-revelation which
it seemed to make, I tripped in the
darkness and would have fallen if
Martin had not caught me up.
In doing this he had TO put his
arms about me and to hold me until
was steady on my feet, and having
done so he took my hand and drew
it through his arm and in this way
we walked the rest of the way back
1t would be impossible and per-
haps foolish to say what that
incident meant 10 me. I felt thrill
of joy, a quivering flood of delight
which, with all the raptures of my
spiritual love, had never come to me
before.
Every woman who loves her hus-
band must know what it is, but 10
me 1t was a great revelation. 1t was
lust as If some new passion had
sprung into life in me at single
moment. And it had-the mighty pas
sion that lies at the root of our be-
ing. the overwhelming instinct OF
sex which, taking no account oil re-
lgion and resolutions, sweeps every
thing before il like flood.
I think Martin must have felt II
TOO, for ali at once he ceased 10
sneak. and | was trembling so much
with this new feeling of tenderness
that | could not utter word 80
| heard nothing as we walked on
but the crackle OF our footsteps on
the gravel path and the measured
boom Of the sea which we were leaN
ing behind us-nothing but tnat anu
the quick beating in my own oreasI.
When we came to the garden lhe
frowning face of the old house was
in front of us, and it was all in dark
ness save for the light in my room
which came out on to the balcony
Everything was quiet The air was
hreathless. There was not a rustic
in the trees
We took two or three turns on the
lawn in front of my windows, saying
nothing but feeling terribly, feartully
happy. After a few moments (or
they seemed few a cuckoo CLOCK OF
nv desk struck eleven, and we wen'
no the stone stairway into my bou-
doir and parted for the night,
Even then we did not speak. but
Martin took my hand and lifted my
| fingers to his lips, and the quiVerine
delight | had been feeling ever since
| slipped on the headland rusnec
through me again.
At the next moment ! was IN m!
room. I did not turn on the ight
! undressed in the darkness ana Wnei
| nv maid came | was in bed. Sh'
wanted to tell me about scen'
with the housekeeper in the kitchen
| but l said:
II don't want to talk tonight
Price"
did not know what was happen
ing to me. | only know, for the mrs
time that night, that above every
thing else | was a woman, and tina
my remuneration. II it was ever u
come to pass, would be a still mor'
tragic thing than | had expected.
NV grim battle had begun.