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

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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
a marvellous man he 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.
I had not meant to say that. 1t
had slipped out unawares and in my
confusion at the self-revelation which
it seemed to make, l tripped in the
darkness and would have fallen II
Martin had not caught me up.
In doing this he had to put his
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.
It would be impossible and per-
haps foolish to say what that
incident meant to me. ! felt thrill
of JOY, a quivering flood of delight
Iii 81, 40 Nf
spiritual love, had never come to me
before.
Every woman who loves her hus-
band must know what it Is, but to
me it was a great revelation. 1t was
Just as IL some new passion mad
sprung into life In me at a single
moment. And it had-the mighty pas
sion that lies at the root OF our be-
ing, the overwhelming instinct or
sex which, taking no account or re-
ligion and resolutions, sweeps every
thing before 1t like flood.
! think Martin must nave felt IL
too, for all at once he ceased 70
speak. and l was trembling so much
with this new feeling of tenderness
that / could not utter a word. SO
l. 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 leav-
ing behind us--nothing but that ana
the auick beating in nv own breast
When we came to the garden the
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
GREATNESS. There was not rustic
in the trees.
We took two or three turns on the
lawn in front of my windows, saying
nothing but feeling terribly fearluiIy
happy. After a few moments (or
they seemed few cuckoo clock on
nv desk struck eleven, and we went
up the stone stairway into my pou-
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 quiVerlns
delight | had been feeling ever since
slIpped on the headland rushed
through me again.
At the next moment I was In my
room / did not turn on the nght'
7 nndressed in the darkness and when
INV maid came / was IN bed. She
/ wanted to tell me about scene
with the housekeeper in the kitchen
| but / said:
81 don't want to talk tonight
| Price"
| did not know what was happen
| ing to me. l only know, for the f1rst
time that night, that above every
thing else / was a woman, and that
nv remuneration, II it was ever TO
come to pass, would be a still more
tragic thing than I had expected.
NV grim battle had begun.