Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-07

last what had become of him. He
had died of .distemper soon after
was sent to school. His master had
buried him in the back garden, and,
thinking | should be as sorry as he
was for the loss of our comrade, he
had set up stone with an inscrip-
ton in our joint names-all of his
own inditing. Il ran--he spelled it
out to me
HERE LICE wILYAM ROOFUS
WRECKTED BY IL OLE FRENS
MARTIN CONRAD AND
MARY O'NEILL."
Two big binding beads came into
my eyes at that story, but they were
soon dashed away by Martin, who
saw them coming and broke into the
vernacular. | broke into it, too
(hardly knowing that the well of my
native speech was still there until /
began to tap it), and we talked of
Tommy the Mate and his "starboard
eye" called each other "bogh mill
ish," said things were "middling,"
spoke Of the "threes' Ctrees) and the
thunder" (thunder), and remembered
that "our Big Woman was a wicked
devil and we wouldn't trust but she'd
burn in hell"
How we laughed We laughed at
everything; we laughed at nothing;
we laughed until we cried; but have
often thought since that this was
partly because we knew in our secret
hearts that we were always lowering
on the edge of tragic things.
Martin never once mentioned my
husband or my marriage, or his let
ters to my father, the Bishop and
Father Dan, which had turned out so
terribly true; but we had our serious
moments for all that, and one of them
was when we were bending over
large chart which he had spread out
on the table to show me the course of
the ship through the Great Unknown,
leaning shoulder to shoulder, 80 close
that our heads almost touched, and I
could see myself in his eyes as he
! turned to speak to me.
You were a little under the
weather yesterday. shlpmate-what
was the cause of it?"
"Oh, we we can talk of
that another time, can't WEI" | an
swered and then we both laughed
again. goodness knows why. unless
it was because we felt we were on the
verge of unlocking the doors OF each
| others souls.
Oh. that joyful. wonderful, heart
h"SAiAiiS ddy : nut no udy ever passed
so quickly. At half past six Martin
said we must be going back, or l
| should be late for dinner, and a few
! minutes afterward we were in the
launch, which had returned to fetch
us
| | had had such happy time on the
| snip that as we were steaming off
kissed my hand to her, whereupon
Treacle, who was standing at the top
of the companion, taking the compli-
ment TO himself, returned the salute
With affectionate interest. which sent
, Martin and me into our last wild
shrek of laughter.
The Return Trip.
The return trip was just as delight
full as the coming out had been.
everything looking different the other
| way round, for the sunset was like a
great celestial fire which had been
| lighted in the western sky, and the
big darkening city seemed to have
turned its face to It.
Martin talked all the wav back
about scheme he had afoot for go
ing down TO the region of the Pole
again in order to set up some ma
chinery that was to save life and
otherwise serve humanity, and while
! sat close UP TO him. looking into his
flashing eyes--they were still as blue
as the bluest seal said, again and
again: How splendid How glor-