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 l should be as sorry as ne
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. 1t ran-he spelled it
out to me
"HERE LICE WILYAM ROOFUSI
WRECKTED BY IL OLE F'RENS
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 we'll 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' (trees) and the
"tunder" (thunder), and remembered
| that 'our Big Woman was 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
tiers to my father, the Bishop and
Father Dan, which had turned out so
I hl1f xrrn hoA
moments for all that, and one of them
was when we were bending over a
| 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, so close
that our heads almost touched, and |
could see myself in his eyes as he
turned to speak to me.
You were a little under the
weather yesterday. shipmate-what
was the cause OF it,"
"Oh, We we can talk of
that another time, can't we?" an
swered, and then we both laughed
| again. goodness knows why, unless
it was because we felt we we're on the
verge Of unlocking the doors of each
others souls.
oh, that joyful, wonderful. heart
swelling day! But no day ever passed
so quickly. At half past six Martin
said we must be going back, or
should be late for dinner, and a few
minutes afterward we were in the
launch. which had returned to fetch
us.
had had such a 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
great celestial fire which had been
lighted in the western sky, and the
big darkening city seemed to have
turned its face to 1t.
Martin talked all the way back
about a 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 10 him. looking into his
flashing eyes-they were still as blue
as the bluest seal said. again and
again How Splendid How glor-