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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

However, when the next day she
ordered Jar of orange marmslsde
and found that the regular twenty
nineteen, she felt more kindly to-
ward the bill For, after all. they
used more marmalade than perfume,
Helen was also vaguely interested
in the currency bill which had Allied
the papers for so long. She wished
she knew more about those things.
Mrs. Dalton belonged TO a Current
Event club and talked brilliantly on
all such subjects. But Helen felt II
Warren would only explain things to
her. she could learn more from him
than at any club, and now after a
moments silence she ventured
Dear, won't the currency bill help
some? I heard you and Mr.. Stevens
talking about It the other night.
Just what will 1t DOR
ooh, it's too technical you
wouldn't understand"
But from what you said to Mr..
Stevens, do you think II will help?"i
We'll, that seems to be the general
feeling--if It doesn't cause over-in-
1ation"
"Over-infiationr' eagerly. for that
was one OF the phrases that had puz-
zled her. What does that
"Oh. for Heavens sake, can II!
Read the papers"
II do, but ! can't understand them
they never seem TO tell the begin
ming of things. Dear, Mrs Dalton
belongs TO Current Event club. and
she's been wanting me to Join, Don't
you think ] ought tor
Not on your lifew
But she says some OF the meet
ings are very good. l believe Mrs.
Smith Rankins is going to speak next
week on the Mexican situation"
Warren threw up his head and
roared. The Mexican situation. Ell =?
can just see your Mrs. Smith Ran
kins, one OF your busy females, get
ting up" here Warren pitched his
voice to shrill mimicry. Now.
ladies', this afternoon ] shall give you
a little talk on the Mexican situa-
ton" Then grimly. Now II you go
TO any of those fool clubs and come
home spouting current events
there's where l get out"
They were through dinner now,
and when they went into the library,
Helen, who could never resist an op-
portunity Of inveigling from Warren
some word of approval leaned over
his chair with a purring.
Then you don't mind II Helen isn't
intellectual and can't talk brilliant
~ ON the affairs Of the day."
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But this did not elicit the response
she hoped, for. Warren only pushed
her away with a curt:
Well, / DO mind your getting IN
my light. BY George" as he opened
the paper, Ellison e. Briggs are in
the hands of a receiver Well. that
means I'm out a cool three hundred
How, DEAR" solicitously.
"Oh, a client of mine held lot OF
their paper Knew they were on
their last legs, and I was trying to
get some Of IT before they failed"
Helen glanced over his shoulder at
the big headline. Ellison g. Briggs
In the Hands Of Receivers. habili-
ties s7So,o Assets $3.50. 0oe"
For months the papers had been
full Of Just such failures Helen had
SKINNED over the many headlines.
but 1t had all seemed so impersonal.
as had. too. the general discussion
on the hard times"
All national problems are regarded
with impersonsl unconcern by most
women. The feminine mind is con-
cerned only with the difficulties that
directly affect herself or those she
loves.
But now the failure Of Ellison &
Briggs meant to Warren the loss OF
lHIcb nunOFeu uOIlafs. rms was a
concrete example OF the hard times
affecting them that Helen could I'M
derstand. Had he suffered other
losses OF which she knew nothing?
for Warren rarely talked shop at
home.
He had taken some papers from his
pocket and was now going over them
broodingly. his face showing unmis-
taxable lines of worry.
Dear. has 1t been a very bad year
for you?"
Well It's not been particularly
good one"
why don't you tell me when
things are hard? could try to econ
omize more about the house and about
my clothes
"oh. the little you'd save wouldn't
cut any Ice Ifs the big fixed ex-
penses that count. My office alone
costs over three hundred a month
and It's as much more here"
Helen was far from an adept in
mental arithmetic. but after a few
moments silence she managed to fg-
ure out that six hundred month
was about twenty dollars a day.
Twenty dollars day. Why,
Warren, that seems awful"
TT seems light when business is
GOOD"
"Oh ~ there was only some way 7
could help" longingly.
Now you Just stick to your Knit
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ting and let me do the worrying
this is my job"
And you bought me that laval
Here Christmas. and l got that dress
last week. Oh, therere so many
things ] could do without
We'll. YOU don't have to- An &C
casional furbelow or so don't matter
much. A woman can't understand
that it's the regular fixed expenses a
mans UP against. Steady grind I
tell you-and In times like this it's
no oinoh."
FIXED expenses" Helen kept
turning the phrase over In her mind.
She had never even thought Of his
office expenses. and like SO many
women she regarded their household
oills-the rent, maid. ice. milk and
groceries--as matter of course neces-
stiles. and not In the light of expen-
ditures.
This is the viewpoint of most
women who have been provided for
all their lives. They take the neces-
stiles of the homo for granted. 1t is
only the extras, the needless extrav-
asances and luxuries. that they con
cider as real expenditures.
In vague way Helen now realized
this. She thought OF the times when
Warren had spoken of receiving an
especially GOOD zee, always she had
mentally appropriated that money to
the buying of extras. Somehow she
had never thought OF IL as paying
the rent
But now the office rent, their apart
ment rent. and all the Fixed ex-
penses' doomed ominously before her.
with a sudden rush OF tenderness she
thought OF Warren's steady grind"
or his always having TO meet these
monthly bills which she had taken
as such a matter Of course
She longed to creep into his arms
and put something OF all this into
words. But knowing his intolerance
Of anything versing on emotion, she
contented herself with bringing him
an ash tray and moving the lamp
nearer his elbow.
As she passed back OF his chair, she
brushed his hair with n light kiss
so light that II was tickiish, and he
scratched his head impatiently.
His thick hair was easily rumpled
and he went on reading, sereneIy
unconscious that he looked like a big
school boy with a tousled head smil.
ing at him tenderly, Helen lovingly
smoothed back the rumpled hair with
a murmured:
You poor dear you've so mucb
to worry about! IT'S not fair"
"Eh? what's that Get mo a
match. viii your And get OUT of my
lignt!"
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What has Mary been doing now,
dear?' said my mother.
Don't ask me what she has been
doing You know quite Well or If
you don't you ought to-"
My mother glanced at the flowers
and she seemed TO understand what
had happened, for her face fell and
she said, submlsslvely:
Mary has done wrong. but I am
sure she is sorry and will never do It
again"
Sorry Indeed" cried my aunt
Not she sorry. And she'll do it again
at the very next opportunity. You
vixen. The little wilful underhand
vixen! But what wonder IL children
go wrong when their own mothers
neglect to correct them7"
/ daresay you are quite right, dear
Bridget--you are always right" said
my mother. in a low. grave voice
But, then. I'm not very well; and
Mary Is all l have. you know"
MY mother was in tears by this
time but Aunt Bridget was not con-
tent with her triumph. Sweeping
downstairs, She carried her complaint
TO my father who ordered that was
to he taken out of my mothers
charge on the ground that she was in
capable of attending to my upbring
'ng-a task which, assigned to my
Aunt Bridget, provided that I should
henceforward live on the ground floor
and eat oaten cake and barley bon
nag and sleep alone in the cold room
over the hall, while Betsy Beauty ate
wheaton bread and apple tart, and
slept with her mother in the room
over the kitchen. in. which they al
ways kept a fire.
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H~ ZEE here Warren scowled at
tho bill he had just opened

eco EE here" Warren scowied az
tho bill he had just opened.
~ Six dollars for electric light!
Isn't that pretty stiff"
That does seem high, admitted
Helen, but the days are so short
We'll. we use too much light any
how. No need keeping that light
burning in the hall all evening. Can't
get any light. anyway. through these
silk shades you've stuck on every
thing"
But, dear. you wouldn't want them
unshaded. would you? You know you
hate a glazing light"
well, there's no sense having every
nulb in the place burning! How many
have you got turned on here now?"
peering under the large dome shade
that hung over their dining table.
Only three of the six bulbs were
1T. and now Helen apologetically
turned off one Of those.
mo, turn that on again. Got to
have enough light to eat by but we
don't need il all over the house
II was unlike Warren to bubble
over a small bill. He was usually
most generous about the household
expenses, but tonight he was plainly
irritable.
Now, are these all the bills?
want to get them all of to morrow"
TRUSTING them into his pocket with a
muttered, "Everything's going out
and nothing coming in"
Dear, Is business very bad?" asked
Helen, anxiously.
Rotten. Nothing doing at all"
But you thought things would be
better after the hrst OF the year, didn't
you? Hasn't the new tariff helped
any"
Not so you'd notice H." grimly
"There've been less importstions since
the bills gohe through than ever be-
fore"
LES, importations?" puzzled Helen.
why / thought when they reduced
the duty there'd be more"
That's what most people thought
put you never can tell how these
things will work out. People aren't
huving-there's not the demand"
Helen's knowledge OF the tariff was
limited. She had found II had raised
hsr favorite perfume ten cents an
ounce. but the druggist explained that
nerfune was luxury, and that on all
ir-uriss the duty had been raised. II
was only on necessities that the rates
we're lowered
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I moment later the doctors foot
steps were heard or the stone stairs.
They were hesitating, hating, drag
ging footsteps. Then the doctor en-
tered my fathers room. Even in the
sullen light Of the peat fire his face
Was white, asken white. He did not
peak at first, and there was an in
slant of silence, dead silence. Then
my father said:
We'll, what is it?'
1t is"
Speak, man! Do you mean it is
dead?"
NO, Oh, no. Not that"
What them"
1t is a girl
a girl, Did you say a sirl?"
Yes"
My Cod" said my father, and he
dropped back into the chair. His lips
we're parted, and his eyes, which had
been blazing with JOY, became fixed
on the dying fire in stupid stare.
Father Dan tried to console him.
There were thistles in everybody's
crop and after all it was a good thing
TO have begotten a girl. Girls were
ne flowers of life, the joy and COM
fort of man in his earthly pilgrimage.
and many a father who bemoaned his
fate when a daughter had been bora
10 him had lived to thank the Lord
Tor her.
All this time the joy bells had been
ringing, and now the room began to
be Illuminated by fitful flashes of va
legated light from the firework-
frame on the top of Sky Hill, which
las we'll as it could for the rain that
had soaked it, was sputtering out its
hooking legend, Got Bless the Happy
Heir"
In his soft Irish voice, which was
Ike river running over smooth
stones Father Dan went on with his
omfortlng.
Yes, women are the salt of the
earth, God bless them, and when !
mink of what they suffer that the
world may go on, that the generations
may not fail, feel as IL want to go
loWn on my knees and kiss the feet of
ne Hrst woman I meet in the street.
"hat would the world be without
Women Think of st. Theresa! Think
2' The Blessed Margaret Mary! Think
NE Holy Virgin herself.
IN, stow that stuff" cried my
sther, and, leaping to his feet, he be-
San 10 curse and swear.
:, STOP that accursed bell! Is the
,.oi going to ring forever? Put out
nose damnable lights, too. Put them
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FIFTH CHAPTER.
He altered arrangements were
cause of grief to my mother,
hut IN, ho,nd - ..-e -.

HB altered arrangements were
cause OF grief to my mother,
but | am bound to confess that
for me they had certain compensa-
lions. One of them was the greater
ease with which l could slip out TO
Tommy the Mate, who had been a
sailor before he was a gardener, and
was still fine old salt, with grizzled
beard and shaggy eyebrows, and a
merry twinkle in what he called his
''starboard" eye.
think Tommy was one OF the few
about my fathers house who were
really fond of me, but perhaps that
was mainly because he loathed Aunt
Bridget. He used to call her the Big
Woman, meaning that she was mas
ter and mistress of everything and
everybody, about the place. When
he was told of any special piece of
her tyranny TO servant or farmland
he used to say: Jaw, we'll. she'll die
for ALL" and when he heard how she
had separated me from my mother.
who had nothing else to love or live
for, he spat sideways out of his
mouth and said:
Our Big Woman Is a wicked devil,
I'm thinking, and | would trust
Shouldn't wonder) but she'll burn in
hell"
What definite idea | attached to
this denunciation l do not now re-
call, but / remember that 1t i'm
pressed me deeply, and that many a
night afterward, during the miser-
able half hours before l fell asleep
with my head under the clothes in
the cold bedroom over the hall to
which Gas Messy Macleod had told
mel the bad fairies came for bad
children. l repeated the strange words
again and again.
D. @a.4:I
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FOURTH CHAPTER.

"HERD WAS a whole colony on
the ground floor Of our house
who. like my father, could MT
reconcile themselves 10 my existence,
and the head OF them was Aunt
Bridget
She had been married soon after
the marriage OF my mother, TO one
Colonel Macleod, a middle-aged Of
ficer on half pay, a widower, a Bel
fast Irishman, and tavern compan-
ion OF my maternal grandfather But
the colonel had died within year.
leaving Aunt Bridget with one child
Of her own, girl, as well as a daugh-
ter of his wife by the former mar
rage. AS this happened about TIE
time OF my birth, when 1t became OBJ
vious that my mother was to be an
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1E WOMAN THOU GAVEST ME ~ Rx d 4M4 s SAg% E7c

, big dressing table, a big praying
stool with an image OF Our Lady on
| the wall above It, and an open window
to which a sparrow used to come in
the mornings and chirp.
When | came to recognize and to
classify I realized that this was my
mothers room, and that the sweet
somebody who used to catch me up in
her arms when | went tottering on
voyages of discovery round the vast
place was my mother herself. and that
she would comfort me when l fell,
and stroke my head with her thin
white hand while she sang softly and
rocked me to and fro.
| As | have no recollection Of ever
having seen my mother in any other
part of our house, or indeed in any
other place except our carriage when
we drove out in the sunshine, | con-
clude that from the time OF my birth
she had been an invalid
Certainly the faces which first
emerge from the islands of my mem
DRY are the cheerful and sunny ones
of Doctor Conrad and Father Dan.
recall the soft voice Of the one as he
used to enter our room after break
fast saying, How are we this morn
ing ma'am?" And I remember the
still softer voice of the other as he
| said, And how is my daughter to-
day."
l loved both of them, but especially
Father Dam who used to call me his
Nanny and say l was the plague and
pet Of his life, being as full of mis-
chief as a goat. He must have been
an old child himself, for l have clear
recollection of how, Immediately af-
ter confessing my mother. he would
go down on all tours with me on the
! floor and play at hide-and- seek
around the legs of the big bed, amid
squeals and squeaks of laughter. !
sack coat which buttoned close at the
neck and hung loose at the skirts
where there were two large vertical
pockets, and that these pockets were
my cupboards and drawers. for | put
my toys and my dolls and even the
| remnants of my cakes into them to
be kept in safe custody until wanted
again.
My mother called me Mally veen
MARY dear), and out of love of her
only child she must have weaned me
late, for l have vague memories of
her soft white breasts filled with
milk. | slept in a little wickerwork
cot placed near her bed, so that she
| could reach me if / uncovered my
self in the night. She used to say
| was like bird, having something
birdlike in my small dark head and
the way | held it up. Certainly ! re-
member myself as a swift little thing,
always darting to and fro on tiptoe
and chirping about our chill and
rather cherries house.
| If was like bird my mother was
like flower Her head, which was
! small and fair, and her face, which
was nearly always tinged with color,
dropped forward from her delicate
body like a rose from it's stalk. She
was generally dressed in black, re-
member, but she wore a white lace
collar as well as a Golf such as we
see in old pictures, and when l call
her back to my mind, with her large
liquid eyes and her sweet soft mouth,
/ think it can not be my affection
alone, or the magic of my child
ish memory, which makes me think,
after all these years and all the coun-
tries l have travelled In, and all the
women | have seen, that my darling
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The True Source
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The old Lord died the same night.
Somewhere toward the dead reaches
of the dawn his wicked spirit went to
its reckoning, and a month afterward
the new Lord Raa, boy in an Elton
jacket, came over to take possession
of his inheritance.
But long before that my father,
scoring out his disappointment like an
account that was closed, had got to
work with his advocates bankers and
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and
sngingo of our house

out. Are the devils of hell trying to
laugh at me?"
With that. and an oath at himself
for his folly, my father STROBE out of
the room
My mother had heard him. Through,
the unceiled timbers of the first floor
between them the words of his rage
had reached her. She was ashamed.
She felt as if she were guilty thing,
and, with a low cry of pain, she
turned to the wall and tainted.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First

Vary O'NeiU begins her story by
telling of hoW her father, born IN
Ellen, the son of peasants, had gone
n 4merica, become rich, and had then
returned to his birthplace, Where he
married the daughter Of Captain
0YeH. Of the O'Neills, and had
changed his name from Daniel Nedle
n Daniel DWELL She tells of her
orn birth and of her fathers disdp-
oomtment, for if a boy had been born
he would hGue been Lord RGd, By
,ighf Of his mother.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
THIRD CHAPTER.

~ UT of the mist and veil of my
own memory. as distinguished
from Father Dams, there comes
rst the recollection of a big room
a big bed. big wardrobe,
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A Mothers Efforts

| / think my mother must have sur
fered both from my fear OF my father
and from my fathers indifference to
me. for she made many efforts to rec
| oncile him to my existence. Some OF
| her innocent schemes, as recall them
now, seem very sweet, but very pitt
full. She took pride, for instance, in
my hair. which was Jet black even
when I was child, and she used to
part it in the middle and brush II
smooth over my forehead in the man
ner of the Madonna, and one day,
when my father was with us, she
drew me forward and said:
Don't you think our Mary is going
to be very pretty? A little like the
pictures of Our Lady. perhaps-don' t
you think so, Daniel?'
Whereupon my father laughed
rather derisively and answered.:
Pretty. is she? Like the Virgin,
Ell? Well, well!"
] was always fond OF music, and
my mother used to teach me to sing
to a little upright piano which she
was allowed to keep in her room, and
on another day she said
DO you know our Mary has such a
beautiful voice, dear? So sweet and
pure that when close. my eyes |
could almost think II is an angel
singing"
whereupon my father laughed as
before, and answered.:
"A voice, has she? Like an angels,
Is It? What next / wonder!"
MY mother made most of my
clothes. There was no need for her
to do so. but In the absence of house
hold duties | suppose It stimulated
the tenderness which all mothers feel
in covering the little limbs they love-
and one day, having made velvet
frock for me. from a design in an old
pattern book of colored prints which
left the legs and neck and arms very
bare she said:
isn't our Mary little LADY, But
she will always look like lady,
whatever she is dressed in
And then my father laughed still
more contemptuously and replied
Her grandmother wceded turnips
in the fields, though ninepence q day
dry days, and sixpence all weathers."
Ny mother WAS deeply religious.
never allowing q day to pass without
kneeling on her prayer stool before
the image OF the Virgin, and one day
J heard her tell my father that when
| was a little mite, scarcely able to
speak, she found me kneeling in my
cot with my doll perched up before
me, moving my lips as II saying my
prayers and looking up at the ceiling
with rspt expression.
But she has always had such big,
religious eyes. and ! shouldn't wonder
IL she becomes a nun some oay!
"A nun, Ell? Maybe so. But take
no stock in the nun business, any
way" said my father
Whereupon nv mothers lips moved
as II she were saying. NO. dearest,
but her dear. sweet pride was crushed
and she could go no farther
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The Narrative of Mary
O'NetU
FIRST PART.
My Girlhood

Copyright. 1912, by Hearst's Magazine.
Copyright, 1918. by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright,
1918 by } B Lippincott Company.
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Taken From Mother 4.

Inside two minutes there was a
fearful tumult thought was
doomed 10 punishment when ! heard
the big bunch OF keys which Aunt
Bridget kept suspended from her
waist come juggling up the stairs. but
II was my poor mother who paid the
penalty.
Isabel" cried Aunt Bridget. -
hope you are satisfied with your child
a last"
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insular councillors on his great
schemes for galvanizing the old is
land into new life.