Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-11
God Bless You.

from a dungeon.
God Bless You.
A shrill wind was coming Up from
tue sea and whistling about the
house could hear the bammering
| Of The workmen In the pavilion as
well S The music # the orchestra
praciicing their scores.
A few minutes before II Price re-
| turned carrying one Of the smaller OF
the travelling trunks | had taken 10
Cairo noticed that it bore no name
and no initials.
ITS all right she said. They've
gone Off, every mothers son and
daughter OF them-all except the
lousekeeper, and I've caught her out,
the cat"
That lynx-e eyed person lad begun
TO suspect. She had seen Tommy
hsrnessiug his horse and had not been
satisfied with his explanation--th he
was taking tomatoes to Blac1water to
be sent off by the Liverpool steamer.
So TO watch events, without seem
ing to watch them, the housekeeper
(when the other servants had gone off
to the rehearsaD had stolen upstairs
TO her room in the west tower over
/ looking the back courtyard
But Price had been more than a
match for her Creeping up behind,
she had locked the door Of the ton
landing, and now the little cat
might scream Der head off through
the window, and cover the noises of
the wind and the workmen) 1t would
be only like tom shrieking on the
tiles.
we must be quick. though" sad
Price, tumbling into my travelling
trunk as many OF my clothes as It
would ohld.
When il was fun and locked aud
corded she said
wait" and stepped out on the
landing TO listen
After moment she returned say
ms
mot a sound. Now for IL, my lady"
And then, tying her handkerchief
over her head TO keep down her hair
| IN the wind she picked IN the trunk
In her arms and crept out OF the room
on tiptoe.
The moment had come TO go, yet.
eager as / had been oil evening TO
escape from my husbands house,
could scarcely tear myself away, for
| was feeling little OF that regret
which comes to us all when we are
doing something for the last time.
Passing through the boudoir, this
feeling took complete possession OF
ne. Only few hours before il had
| been the scene Of my deepest degra-
dation but many a time before il had
| been the place OF my greatest happi-
ness
you are my wife I am your real
| husband No matter where you are
or what they DO with YOU, you are
mine. and always viii be-
/ Half closing the door ! took last
| look around lat the piano the desk
! the table, the fireplace, all the simple
! things assoCiaed with my dearest
memories. so strong was the yearn-
/ ing OF my soul that l felt as il the
soul Of Martin were in the room with
me at that moment
I believe Il was,
quick, my lady, or you'll lose your
steamer. whispered Price, and then
we crossed the landing (Which was
creaking AGAIN. and crept noiselessly
down a back staircase.
We were near the bottom when
was startled by a loud knocking,
which seemed to come from a distant
part Of the house. MY heart tenn
poraily stopped its beating but Price
only laughed and whispered.
There she is, We've fairly caught
her out, the cat"
Al NlH next ihAoNlehL llSN oHeNch
an outer door. and after We had
passed through She closed and
locked Il behind us.
We were then in the courtyard be-
hind the house, stumbling IN the
binding darkness over cobblestones.
Keep close TO me, my lady" said
Price
After few moments We reached
the drive. ] think ] was more nerv-
Gus than I had ever been before. l
heard the withered leaves behind me
rustiing along the ground before the
wind from the sea, and thought they
we're the footsteps Of people pursuing
us I heard the hammeriug Of the
workmen and the music OF the or
chestra, and thought they were voices
screaming 10 us TO come back.
Price. who was forging ahead car
ried the trunk in her arms as If Il had
been q child. but every few minutes
she waited for me 10 come up to her.
and encouraged me Nhcn l stumbled
In the darkness.
"Only little farther MY lady" she
said. and | did my best TO struggle
on.
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