Atlanta Georgian., 1914-02-28
THE WOMAN THOU GAVEST ME
The Greatest Story of the Twentieth Century

that he was only just able to scrape
through his examinations"
The young doctor fell to my bait
like darling. With flaming face
and nervous rush of racy words,
which made me think that if l closed
my eyes | should be back on the steps
of the church in Rome talking to Mar
tin himself, he told me | was mistaken
If / thought his friend was a num-
skull, for he had had "the biggest
brain-pan in College Green and the
way he could learn things when ha~
wanted to was wonderful
Heart in Exploring.
He might be a bit shaky In his
spelling, and perhaps he couldn't lick
the world in Latin, but his heart was
always in exploring, and the way he
knew geography especially the parl
of it they call the Unknown" the
Arctic. and the Antarctic, and what
Charcot had done there, and Biscoe
and Bellamy and D'Urville and Greedy
and Nansen and Shackleton and
Peary was enough to make the pro-
vost and professors look like fools of
the earth by the side of him.
why what do you think?" said
the doctor. when he went to Lon
don to apply for his billet, the lieu
tenant said to him: You must have
been down there before, young man.
No such luck said Martin. But you
know as much about the Antarctic
already as the whole boiling of us put
together said the lieutenant. Yes, by
st. Patrick and st. Thomas, he's a
geographer any way"
I admitted that much, and to en-
courage the doctor to go on | told
him where had seen Martin last, and
what he had said of his expedition.
"In Rome, you say?" said the doc
tor, with note of jealousy. You
beat me there, then. l saw him off
from London, though A few of us
Dublin hoys, being in town at the
time, went down to Tilbury to see
him sail and when they were lifting
anchor and the tug was hitching on,
we stood on the pier-siXteen strong
--and set up some of our college
songs. Stop your noising, boys, said
he; the lieutenant win be hearing
you But not bit of it. We sang
away as long as we could see him
going out with the tide, and then we
went back in the train, smoking our
pipes like so many Vauxhall CHM
neys, and nara word out of the one
of US.
q. Yes yes, there are some men
like that. They come like the stars
of night and go like the light of
heaven. Same as there are some
women who walk the world like the
sun, and leave the grass growing
green wherever their feet have trod."
1t was ridiculous; l did not under
stand why it should be so, but the
tears came gushing into my eyes
while the doctor spoke, and it was as.
much as l could do to preserve my
composure.
What Interpretation my husband
put upon my emotion 1 do not know.
but | saw that his face darkened, and
when the doctor turned TO him to ask
If he also knew Martin, he answered.
curtly and brusquely:
Not /. No loss either, | should
say"
mo loss?" said the doctor. SHOW
me the man under the stars of God
that's fit to hold a candle to Martin
Conrad, and by the angel Gabriel I'll
go so mics out of my way to put
sight on him"
More than ever after this talk about
Martin Conrad l was feeling defense
less and at the mercy of my husbands
wishes and whims, when something
happened which seemed to change his
character altogether.
To Be Continued Monday.