Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-16

crows seemed to be nOldlnS sort OF
general congress.
The Bishop was then at his lunch
con, and after luncheon $50 his liN
cried servant told mel he usually
took a siesta, I have always thought
it was unfortunate for my interview
that ii came between his food and his
sleep.
Tile little reception room into
which | was shown was luXuriously
not to say gorgeously, appointed.
with easy chairs and sofas, large
portrait of the Pope, signed by the
Holy Father himself and number
of pictures of great people of all
kinds-dukes, marquises, lords, counts
as well as photographs Of fashion
able ladies' in low dress inscribed in
several languages to My dear Faith
er in God the Lord Bishop of ELAN.
The Bishop came to me after few
minutes, smiling and apparently at
peace with all the world. Except
that ne wore birretta he was dressed
as in Rome-in his long black SOU
ftaEs with its innumerable buttons,
his silver bucllled shoes, his heavy
gold chain and jeweled cross.
We welcomed me in his smooth ana
suave manner, asking if he could
offer me a little refreshment; but
eating and drinking; | plunged i'm
mediately into the subject of my visit.
"Monsignor," | said, Il am in great
, trouble 1t is about my marriage.
The smile was smitten away from
the Bishops face by this announce
ment
Il am sorry" said Nothing Sc
rious, ! truSt?'
told him it was very serious. and
straightforward | began on the Splr-
itual part of my grievance-that my
husband did not love me, that ne
loved another woman, that the sacred
sacrament of my marriage
Wait" said the Bishop, and ne
rose to close the window, for the
clamor of the crows was dealenlng-a
trial must have been going on in the
trees. Returning TO his seat he SAID
Dear lady, you must understand
that there is one otfense, and only
one which in all Christian countries
and civilized communities Is consld-
cred sufficient to constitute real ana
tangible grievance. Have you any
evidence Of that
Trying to Be Blind.
l knew what he meant and I felt
myself coloring TO the roots OF my
hair. But gulping down my shame
I recounted the story Of the scene
in Paris and gave a report OF my
maids charges and surmises
"Humph!" said the Bishop, and /
saw n a moment that he was going
to belittle nv proofs.
Little or no evidence of your own
apparently. Chiefly that of your maid.
And ladies' maids are notorious mis-
chiefmakers.'
But it is true, | said. MY nus
hand will not deny it. He can not.
$50 far as | am able to observe
what passes in the world, said the
Bishop, men in such circumstances
always can and do deny it,
| felt my hands growing moist un-
der my gloves. l thought the bishop
was trying to be blind to what ne
old not wish to see.
But I'm right, I'm sure I'm right y
/ said
well, assuming you are right
what is it, dear lady, that you wish
me to do?"
For some minutes | felt like TOOL
hut I stammered out at length that
I had come for his direction and 10
learn what relief the church could
give me.
I'm" said the bishop, and then
crossing one leg over the other, and
fumhling the silver buckle of his shoe,
he said.
THE church, dear lady, does indeed
provide alienation is cases of dire
necessity 1t provides the relief Of
always deploring the ne
cessity and hoping for ultimate rec
onciliation. But to sanction the sep
arati0n of a wife from her husband
RECONSIDERATION me, | do not say
G,,A no