Atlanta Georgian., 1914-03-01
Song Of Sixpence
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him on.
I'm lonely-lonely," he went on. I'm
tired of all this sort of thing. There's moth
ing in it-nothing at all. | want you
dear-to be with me always. Tell me you
love me-that you will marry me-" He
leaned over and fixed his small, gray eyes on
her anxiously. Tell me. Will you?"
Emmy leaned toward him, her body
yielding to his searching grasp She felt
his arms go about her shoulders ooh,
Mr. Ransome, I'm only little grill" she
gasped. Will you promise to be good
to me?"
7 T was Ransome wish that he and Emmy
L should be married in September Emmy
placed no obstacles in the way of this plan.
She only hoped everything might be over be-
fore Chanler returned
Chanler had told her, when he left, that
he would be away three months His
health, he felt, demanded that he take at
least that long a rest. The three months
had now passed and the last letter she had
received from him, written from Interlaken,
gave her no hint as to the time of his return.
1t would be just like him to surprise her,
she thought, and made herself ready for
the ordeal
| Grant Chanler, nerve-racked and i'll,
left New York with only a confused idea
of the fact that he and Emmy loved each
other. At Naples he found several letters
from Emmy, which had come via Paris and
Milan They set his love af1ame.
1t was at Lausanne, that Chanler got
another bunch of delayed mail that had
been forwarded though his bankers at Paris
The first letter began Dearest Boy
1t was very loving and sweet. The second
letter, written at home the night after her
meeting with Ransome, began Grant,
dear" and was full of vague and trouble
some illusions to the future. The third
letter she had written three days after
Ransome had proposed to her. 1t began,
Dear Grant" and was almost sisterly in
its well-modulated solicitude as to his
health and welfare.
Something had happened, of that he was
sure. He determined to return to New
York at once.
| His steamer arrived at the dock late in
the afternoon just as the flaming disc of the
sun was dropping below the black skyline
of Jersey. 1t was after eight o'clock when
he at last got through the customs and
started uptown.
AS the moment drew near upon which
Chanler's heart had been set for over three
long months he could scarcely contain his
! impatience. He dashed up the flight of
stairs which led to the second floor of the
apartment, and in a moment was ringing
the bell at Emmys door.
Emmy, tired of sewing and not wishing
to go out alone, had thrown on kimono
and lay stretched out on her bed, reading
magazine.
The girl, engrossed in her book, did not
at first hear it. Then she rose, with an
exclamation of impatience, and going to the
door opened it few inches and peered out
and directly into Chanler's face, dim lit by
the single electric light in the hall.
Emmy!" he cried. Emmy!" and held
her off by the shoulders, that he might feast
his eyes upon her beauty. In the stress of
his embraces her kimono had been torn
open at the neck disclosing her round throat
her heaving bosom. She clutched the
shimmering silk about her. blushing furi-
ously
"You-you surprised mel" she gasped.
"Why didn't you let me know"
'Well, you see, Emmy, | got your last
letter and didn't like it. 1t seemed, some
how, as though you were forgetting all
about me, SO | just made up my mind to
come and see for myself. Now know that
everything is all right
In his JOY at seeing her again, he failed
to notice her agitation. He threw himself
upon a couch and drew her down beside
him. Isn't it wonderful, dearest he
said, to be with each other again?" then
kissed her until her brain reeled and she