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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-30
ELEVENTH CHAPTER.

MY mothers submission was
vi complete. Within "a hours she
was busy preparing clothes for
my journey to Rome. The old colored
PATTERN book was brought out again.
material was sent for a sewing maid
was engaged from the village, and,
above all. in my view, an order dis
patched to Blackwater for small
squlrrel-skin scarf, a large squared
skin muff, and a close fitting squirrel
skin hat with feather on the side
of IL
child's heart is a running brook,
ana 1t would wrong the truth to saw
that J grieved much in the midst of
these busy preparations. On the con
trary, ] felt sort of pride in them,
poor innocent that | was, as in some
thing that gave me a certain high SUI
periority over Betsy Beauty and Nes-
sy Macleod, and entitled me to treat
them with condescension.
Father Dan. who came more fire.
quently than ever. fostered this feel
Ing without intending To do SO, by
telling me, whenever we were alone,
that | must be a good girl to every
body now. and especially to my moth
er
MY little woman would be sorry
to worry mamma wouldn't she?" he
would whisper. and when answered
that | would be sorrier than sorry, he
would say:
'Wisha then, she must be brave.
She must keep up. She must not
grieve about going away or cry when
the time comes for parting"
A Sad Goodbye.
said yes and yes" to all this.
feeling very confidential and cour.
ageous, but | dare say the good IA =
Their gave the same counsel to my
mother also, for she and | had many
games OF make believe. remember.
In which we laughed and chartered
and sang, though | do not think |
ever suspected that the part we
played was easier to me than to her.
1t dawned on me at last. though.
when in the middle Of the night. near
10 the time of my going away, | was
awakened by bad Mt of my mothers
coughing, and heard her say to her
self in the deep breathing that fol-
lowed:
My poor child! What is TO become
of her.
Nevertheless, all went well down to
the day OF my departure. II HAD
been arranged that was to sail to
Liverpool by the first OF the two daily
steamers, and without any awakening
| leapt out Of bed at the first sign of
daylight So great was my delight
that | began to dance in my night
dress TO an invisible skipping rope.
forgetting my father, who always rose
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you and Bridget and and
Father Dan d"
Il do say. and that's enough. So
lust go to work and FIX up this CON
vent scheme without future notice.
And bark here. let me see for the flu
ture if man can't have peace from
these 2-cent trnes for his important
business"
My mother was crushed. Her lips
moved again, but she said nothing
aloud. and my father turned on his
heel and left the room shaking the
floor at every step under the weight
of his sixteen stone At the next mo-
ment Aunt Bridget, iingling her keys,
went tripping after him
Hardly had they gone when my
mother broke into a long At of cough
ing and when il was over she lay
back exhausted, with her white face
and her tired eyes turned upward
Then elasped her about the neck.
and Father Dan, whose cheeks were
wet with tears, patted her dropping
hand
My darling motheri Never once
have ! thought Of her without the
greatest affection, but now that
know for myself what she must have
suffered | love best to think of her as
she was that day-my sweet, beauti-
full, timid angel--standing up for one
brief moment, not only against Aunt
Bridget but against the cruelty of all
ages. in the divine right Of her out
ra ged motherhood.
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at dawn and was at breakfast in the
room below.
My mother and ! breakfasted in
bed, and then there was great com
motion. II chiefly consisted for me
In putting on my new clothes, includ-
ing my furs, and then turning round
and round on tiptoe and smiling 1T
myself in mirror ] was doing this
while my mother was telling me 10
write to her as often as / was al
lowed, and while she knelt at her
prayer stool, which she used as a
desk, to make a copy of the address
for my letters.
Then / noticed that the first line Of
her superscription, Mrs. Daniel
O'Neill," was blurred by the tears
that were dropping from her eyes,
and my throat began to hurt me
dreadfully, But | remembered what
Father Dan had told me to do, SO |
said;
Never mind mamma. Don't wor-
ry-Tll be home for the holidays"
Soon afterward we heard the car
riage wheels passing under the win
COW. and then Father Dan came up in
a white knitted muffer. and with a
funny bag which he used for his sur
plice at funerals, and said through a
little cloud of white breath. that ev-
erythng was ready,
saw that my mother was turning
round taking out her pocket handker-
chief but at a sign from Father Dan,
who was standing at the threshold, l
squeezed back the water in my eyes
and cried:
Good bye. nanny. I'll be back
for Christmas" and then darted
across to the door
was just passing through it when
! heard my mother say Mary" in
strange low voice. and | turned and
saw her-I can see her still-with her
beautiful pale face all broken up and
her arms held out to me
Then l rushed back 10 her, and she
clasped me to her breast. crying.
"Mally veeu MY Mally veenl" and
| could feel her heart beating through
her dress and hear the husky rattle
in her throat, and then all our poor
little game of make believe broke
down utterly
At the next moment my father was
calling upstairs that | should be late
for the steamer, so my mother dried
her own eyes and then mine, and let
me so.
Father Dan was gone when
reached the head OF the stairs, but
seeing Messy Macleod and Betsy
recovered my composure, and sailing
down in my tnery / passed them in
stately silence with my little birdlike
mead in the air
Mary's Defiance.
| intended to do the same with
Aunt Bridget. who was standing
with shawl over her shoulders by
the open door, but she touched me
and said:
Aren't YOU going TO kiss me
goodbye. them"
NO" / answered drawing my
little body 10 its utmost height.
And why not ?"
Because you've been unkind to
mamma and cruel 70 me. and because
YOU think there's nobody but Betsy
Beauty And I'll tell them at the
convent that you are making mamma
Ill., and you're as bad as as
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bad as the bad women in the Bible!"
MY gracious!" said Aunt Bridget,
and she tried to laugh. but | could
see that her face became as white as
whitewashed wall This did not
trouble me in the least until reached
the carriage, when Father Dan, who
was sitting inside, said:
MY little Mary won't leave home
like that-without kissing her aunt
and saying good-b bye to her cousins"
So l returned and shook hands
with Messy Macleod and Betsy
Beauty, and lifted my little face to
my Aunt Bridget
That's better" she said, after she
had kissed me, but when | had passed
her my quick little ear caught the
words.
Good thing she's going, though"
During this time my father, with
the morning mist playing like boar
frost about his iron gray hair. had
been tramping the gravel and saying
the horses were getting cold, so with
out more ado he bundled me into the
carriage and banged the door on me.
Martin s Gift.
But hardly had we started when
Father Dan, who was blinking his
little eyes and pretending to blow his
nose on his colored print handker-
chief said, Look" and pointed up
to my mothers room.
There she was again, waving and
kissing her hand to me through her
open window, and she continued to
do so until we swirled round some
trees and lost the sight of her
What happened in my mothers
room when her window was closed I
do not know, but | well remember
that. creeping into a corner of the
carriage, / forgot all about the glory
and grandeur of going away, and that
it did not help me to remember when
halfway down the drive a boy with
dog darted from under the ehestnuts
and raced alongside of us
1t was Martin, and though his right
arm was in a sling, he leaped up to
the step and held on to the open win
dow BY his left hand while he pushed
his head into the carriage and made
signs for me to take cut of his mouth
a big red apple which he held in his
teeth by the stalk | took it, and
then he dropped to the ground. with
out uttering a word, and could laugh
now to think of the srewsome ex-
preston of his face with its tagging
lower lip and hloodshot eyes. had
no temptation to do so then. however,
and least of all when l looked back
and saw his little one-armed figure
in the big mushroom hat. standing on
the top of the high wall of the bridge,
with William Rufus beside him.
We reached Blaekwater in good
time for the boat, and when the fun
nels had ceased trumpeting and We
were well away, ] saw that we were
sitting in one of two private cabins
on, the upper deck; and then Father
Dan told me that the other was occu-
pied by the young Lord Raa, and his
guardian and that they were going
up together for the first time to OK
ford
| am sure this did not interest me
in the least at that moment. so false
Is II that fate fureWarns us when
momentouS events are about to occur.
And now that ! had time to think. a
respects to the great -eople. | cuddle
on me. SO that when Father Dan. who
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-30
Now Go On
The Narrative of Mary
O'NeiU
FIRST PART
My GirIhood

Copyright. 1912, by Hearst's Magazine
Copyright, 1918. by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright In Great Britain Copyright.
1919. by ]. B. Lippincott Company.
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The Reverend Mother.

A grill in the little door was first
opened and then lady in black
habit, with black band round her
forehead and white bands down each
side of her face, opened the door
itself, and asked us to step in, and
when we had done so, she took us
down a long passage into warm
room, where another lady, dressed in
the same way, only little grander,
sat in big red armchair,
Father Dan. who was still wearing
his knitted muffler, bowed very low
to this lady calling her the Reverend
Mother Magdalene, and she answered
him in English but with a funny
sound which afterward knew to be a
foreign accent
| remember that | thought she was
very beautiful, nearly as beautiful
as my mother and when Father Dan
told me to kiss her hand l did so,
and then she put me to sit in a chair
and looked at me.
What is her age?" she asked,
whereupon Father Dan said he
thought ] would be that month,
which was right, being October
Small, isn't she?" said the lady.
and then Father Dan said something
about poor mamma which l can not
remember
After that they talked about other
things, and l looked at the pictures
on the walls-pictures of saints and
Popes and, above all, a picture OF
Jesus with His heart open in His
bosom.
THE child will be hungry" said
the lady. "She must have something
to eat before she goes to bed-the
other children have gone already"
Then she rang a hand bell, and
when the first lady came back she
said:
ASK Sister Angela to come to me
Immediately"
A few minutes later Sister Angela
came into the room, and she was
quite young, almost girl, with such
a sweet sad face that I loved her
instantly. ..
This is little Mary O'Neill. Take
Der to the refectory and give her
whatever she wants, and don't leave
her until she is quiet and comfort
able"
Very well, Mother" said Sister
Angela, and taking my hand she
whispered: Come, Mary. Won look
tired"
rose to go with her but at the
same moment Father Dan rose. too
and | heard him say he must lose No
time in finding a hotel. for the
bishop had given him only one dav
to remain in Rome, and he had 10
catch an early train home the follow
ing morning.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1914-01-01
Some New Year Don'b

Don't sprinkle salt on the tail Of tempta-
ton
Don't try 10 get the bsthsr Of man who
hasn't any.
Don't snore IN church lie mean to kssp
others awake.
Don't bs satisfied TO pay - you 60,
Save enough to get back.
Don't got married with the sole idsa
tins misery loves company.
Don't follow the beaten track unless
you are satisfied to remain beaten.
DOn't accept advice from man who
never offers you anything else.
Don't expect Opportunity to como to you
with letter of introduction.
Don't trust to luck. Nine-tenths of the
people in the world guess wrong.
Don't buy your friends. They never last
as long as those you make yourself.
Don't envy the rise Of others. Many q
man who gets to the top is more froth.
Don't greet Misfortune with smile
unless you are prepared for one-sided
Irritation.
Don't make good resolutions unless you
constantly carry repair kit with you.
Don't place too much confidence in ap-
pearances. Many man with rcd nose
.is white all the way through.
Don't forget in times Of peace TO pro-
pare for war. That's about the only lse
some Of US seem to have for peace.
Don't fail to have an object in view,
Many man leads such an aimless exist
.ence that he could fire at random without
hitting it. -Lippincott's.
Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1914-01-01
DIDN'T OBSERVE NEW YEARS
Puritans Regarded the Celebration a.
Heathenish and un-Christian
Rite.

The sole record of the observance
of the New Year by the Pilgrims In
the new world. named New England.
was most prosaic. most brief: I'VE
went to work betimes." Many Of the
good Puritan ministers thought the
celebration or even notice of the day
in any way savored Of improper and
un- Christian reverence for the heath
en- god, Janus. Yet these English set
tiers came from land where New
Years eve and New Years day were
second in Importance and domestic
observance only to Christmas
Throughout every English county
New Years eve was always celebrat-
ed; in many it was called by the
pretty name of Singing Fen. from the
custom which obtained Of singing the
last of the Christmas carols at that
time.
Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1914-01-01
NEW YEARS DAY IN ENGLAND.

New Years day is kept very curl
ously in some OF the old countries. In
England the ringing of bells Is about
the only formal demonstration they
show for the anniversary at the pres
ent time, though years ago it was as
much of gala day as Christmas.
They used to give presents and have
great feasts, and there was a good
deal Of revelry and drunkenness. more
than there ought to have been in
civilized community. On the whole
the new is quite as good as the old
way, to my thinking In Denmark the
cannon booms. as a sound OF Joy to
welcome in the new year. Every
morning of the first Of January. Copen-
hagen is shaken by this peaceful can
nonading. The people in the rural
districts go to the farmhouses and fire
their muskets under the windows OF
the sleeping inmates, to inform them
that a new year is at hand. The GUS
tom is not avery nice one; It smacks
too much Of old time roughness and
rudeness. y
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Ring out wild bells. to the wild shy.
The flying cloud. the frosty light.
The year is dying m the nights
Ring out, wild bells. and let him die
RING out the DID, ring IN the new.
Ring. happy bells. across th0 snow
The year t. Going. let him 60.
Ring out the false ring IN the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind.
For those that here we SEQ no mOr0t
Ring out the feud Of rich and poor.
Ring In redress to all mankind
Ring out a slowly dying cause.
And ancient forms Of party strffeS y
Rin9 IN the nobler modes Of life.
With sweeter manners purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care. the sin,
The faithless Coldness Of the times,
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes.
But ring the fuller minstrel IN.
Ring out the false pride in place and blood.
81 The civic SANDER and the spite ~
Ring in the love Of truth and right
Ring IN the common love Of good.
Ring out old shapes Of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust Of soidI
Ring out the thousand wars Of old.
Ring IN the thousand years Of peace.
Ring IN the valiant man and free.
The larger heart, the kinclfer hands
Ring out the darkness Of the land.
Ring in the Christ that IS TO be.
-Tennyson
Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1914-01-01
.ha. sOOd Onea 81 u.ed . mals hIa-

what good ones he used to make him
self.
II know It," said Mehitable. she
wanted to make some himself, when
we were first married. but vetoed that
wasn't goIn' to have q man messin'
round maxim pies. and wasn't goin'
to have him eatin' of 'em after they
were made Pies amt good for him.
But declare dunno what does make
him act SO kind Of spiritless. / told
him today thought he'd better make
a resolution for the New Year and
stick to 1t. and see II It wouldn't put
some spunk into him."
Pretty soon she went home. could
see she was real kind Of troubled. She
always did think good deal Of Lem
uel in spite OF everything.
The next day was New Years, and
In the afternoon Mehitable came IN
again. She didn't have her SEWN as
she generally did, she was q very In
dustrious woman. She Jest sat down
and begun twisting the fringe Of her
shawl as IL she was real nervous. Her
face was puckered up, too, Il dunno
what to make OF Lemuel," said she.
finally.
why. what's the matter?" said Il
kind of scared.
"He says he's made a resolution for|
the New Year." said she. "and that
he's goin' to keep it,"
"well, what is it," said /.
81 Dunno" said she.
"Well, if it's a good one, you don't
care, do your" said |, "and 1t couldn't
be anythin' but good one II my broth
er made it."
81 dunno what 1t is" said she.
Wont he teM?"
mo, he won't. l can't get, q word
out OF him about it. He don't act Hike
himself"
Well. must say never saw such a
change as come over Mehitable and
Lemuel after that. He wouldn't tell
what his resolution was, and she
couldn't make him. though she almost
went down on her knees. 1t began to
seem as II she was fairly changin'
characters with Lemuel, though she
had spell of bein' herself moren
ever at first. tryin' to force him to
tell what that resolution was Then
she give that up, and she never asked
him where he was goin', an he could
come in my house an sit jest as long
as he wanted to. and she bought him
a short.talled coat and some store col
lars and shirts. and he looked like an
other man. He got to stayin' down to
the store nights. an talkin politics
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Take away the tattered page
OF my erstwhile piety.
Dim and soiled and outraged quite
Mocked Of bland safety;
Resolutions such as they
May greet the season with apIomb.
But when the year, grown old and gray.
Times not a crutch to lean upon
, OF all that lofty sentiment.
fain would close the veKing tale
And yet again experiment.
For like a bloom perennial
And rosy tinted wake the dreams
OF all the morrows yet to come.
When life Is really what It seemsI
When hardness and broken Vows.
And duties shirked for Pleasures court
And Mother Grundy's sad pow-wows.
And tickle Fashions mad report
Are strangers to my righteous heart
Tear I'D tho old and frame the new.
For I would make another start.
-Maude DeverSe Newton
Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1914-01-01
This New pav.

Out of the tomb of night day has
risen. Be not anxious; this day il all
your own. Do not hurry. for in time II
Ia like all other days; neither delay.
for now is passing Early turn your
face to the dawn and let its fresh
beams battle away all stains Of night;
then, should the snOon be dark with
storms, your ,amile win still wear the
rose tints of the morning, step soft
~ among human hearts. and leave I'd
much OF kindness dE6hg lifs's pathway
that gIadness shall spring up. bearing
tribute in the oool entide OF the
World's glad New DaE-croft.
Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1914-01-01

The Past and tho Future.
T. Garry into the new year only the
choicest thoughts and inspirations. A.
In the Slden days whom men approach
ed the ParthenOn they cleansed their
persons and arrayed themselves In
white robes before entering that gIo-
'rious temple, so cleanse your gar
ments from transeresai0n. ciothe Jour
self with aspirations. Farewell 10 tho
past! Welcome and al hail 70 TIE
futurei-Newell Dwight Hillis.
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viii try to be kind.
l win try to lind the good in others.
l viii carry sunshine with me. espe-
cially Into the dark places.
l win try TO make someone happy
Zach dar. Woman's Home Companion.
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with the other men real loud. | heard
him myself one night, and couldn't
believe 1t was Lemuel.
Well, Lemuel he never gave IN, and
he never told till the next New Years
day, when he'd said he would. He'd
said all along that he'd tell her then
I'd got most a. curious as MehitabIo
myself by that time. and New Years
mornin' | run over real early-thex|
w6gn't through breakfast. knew the
minute / saw them that he hadn't told.
He said he wouldn't till he was
through his breakfast. He was most
through--was finishing up with = biz
piece Of mlnce pie. and he'd made q
himself. too. When he'd swallowed
the last mouthful. he looked up and be
laughed. real pleasant and sweet. and
yet with more manliness than I'd ever
seen In him.
"S'pose you want to know what that
New Years resolution wasi" said Lem.
uel.
Il guess can stand It while long
sr," said MeIIitable. Now the time he'd
come she didn't want to act too eager.
but showed out Jest what felt.
For the land sake. Lemuel BaDt|.
what was ~" said I.
LemueI he laughed again. well a.
wasn't much OF anythin'." he said
in his gentle drawlIn' way. r didnI
| make no resOlu-
ton, really" s\\\ll(/~
!. !: !. !. !. |. / | ]. !
What, Lemuel >S#s'Ts< ~
Babbitp cried
Mehitable. </TkN>H
"No," said he; ////dl(\\N.
II couldn't think ///(Ejk\,\'
Of none to make, fM N 81
so l made res mn In MI
oIution not to tell 4 I E6
that hadn't IN
made any" ~
| ocoorssht. 81 Daily s.osr Pnb a.
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1914-10-23


ipaper Enterprise Association.)
a man says to me: We'll have a good
time on a purely platonic basis,
know he is trying to forget tlirta-
ton that has left him stranded on the
rocks Of love. Who are you in love
with, Jim, that you want me to help
you fOrget?"
I am sure the moonlight did not
deceive me-Jim Edie turned a dark
red. 1 wonder if MoIHe hit the nail on
the head?
eff that is the case, Jim" I ventur-
ed, doesn't your conscience rather
hurt you when you try to fiirt with
such a dear girl as MoIlie right un-
der the nose of the perfectly good
chaperon you asked me to imperson-,
ate?"
Have you lived this long with
Dick, Margie, without finding out
that a mans conscience is very like
his head-it only hurts him the morn.
ing after?" ..,..
: Besides don't like this near love
making, Jim," affirmed Mollie, blithe-,
ly. eft has always seemed to me to
be a mans way of saying everything
and promising nothing"
81 give up" shouted Jim. you two
girls are too much for me, and yet"
he added, 81 believe it would be heav-
en- to make real love to either Of
you"
Don't be silly" 1 admonished.
''Pm married, you know, and Mollie
is too young for an old fellow ike
you"
els she? How old do you think I
am, Mrs. Chaperon? I want you to
understand that am plenty young
enough to make love to any woman,
young or old, who interests me-"
How about the woman" asked
MoIlie. will she stand for it?"
Some do and some don't" con-
Faocad Tim EChIIf II ic q 0OuonTiT,oopF