Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-17
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Thirtieth chapter-continued.

Thirtieth Chapter-Continued
I'm Bella Ozark that was" she
whispered. 81 married Willie SHIN
min, of the Linen, you recollect. It's
only a month this morning since he
was lost, but It seems like years and
years There isn't nothing in the
world Ike it,
She knew about my marriage, and
said she wished me JOY, though the
world was 80 dark and lonely for
some" Then she said something
about her "1il Willie" She had left
him asleep in her cottage on the
Curragh, and he might awake and
cry before she got back, so she hoped
Father Dan wouldn't keep her long.
was so touched by the poor things
trouble that | almost forgot my own,
and, creeping IN to her side. put my
arm through hers as we knelt togeth-
err, and that was how the father found
us when he turned TO put the holy
wafer on our tongues.
The wind must have risen higher
while ] was in the church, for when
! was returning across the fields II
dashed my skirts about my legs so
that / could scarcely walk. A mist
had come down and made sort OF
monotonous movement in the noun
tains where they touched the vague
line of the heavy sky.
| should be afraid to say that Ma
ture was still trying to speak to me
in her strange inarticulate voice, out
/ can not forget that a flock of year
lings. which had been sheltering under
a hedge, followed, bleating to the
last fence, and that the moaning of the
sea about ST. Mary's Rock was the
last sound l heard as ! re-entered the
house.
Everything there was running like
a mill race by this time. The SER
wants were flying to and fro, my cous-
ms were calling downstairs in ac-
cents of alarm, Aunt Bridget was an
swering them in tones of Vexation,
and my father was opening doors
with heavy push and closing them
with a clash.
They were all so suddenly pacified
when | appeared that it flashed upon
me at the moment that they must
have thought / had run away.
Goodness gracious me, girl where
have you been?" said Aunt Bridget.
/ told her, and she was beginning
TO reproach me for not ordering rouCd
the carriage instead of making my
boots and stockings damp by traps
ing across the grass, when my father
said;
"That1l do, taat'll do! Change
them and take snack of something.
u guess were due at Holmtown in
half an hour"
/ ate my breakfast standing. the car
was brought round, and by 8 o'clock
OF the High Bailiff, who had to per
form the civil service of my marriage,
according to the conditions required
by law.
The High Bail.f was on one knee
before the fire in his office, holding a
newspaper in front of him to make it
burn.
Nobody else here YETI" asked my
father.
''Traa dy liooar" Ctime enough, the
High Bailiff muttered.
He was an elderly man of intern
perate habits, who spent his nights
at the Grown and Mitre," and was
apparently out of humor at having
been brought out of bed so early.
His office was a room of his private
house. II had a high desk, a stool and
a revolving chair. Placards were
pinned on the walls. one over another,
and a Testament, with the binding
much worn. lay on table. The place
looked half like a doctors consulting
room and half like a small police
court.
Presently Mr.. Curphy, my fathers
advocate, came in. rather irritatingly