Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-06-06
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Urged so eagerly. June got to her
feet.
81 don't think it will work, but I'll
try" she said meekly.
Her courage ebbed even further when
she entered the library a moment later
and saw the expression of impatience on
her mothers usually smooth brow. Ev-
identity the irritation of the stolen lunch
had not worn off.
June went up to her chair and put
her arms over her mothers shoulders.
Mrs. Travis looked up. The touch was
not that of impetuous June at all. II
was unnaturally meek and gentle. A
look at the wan face alarmed her.
What is it-what it is. darling" she
asked hurriedly. do you feel ill?"
June nodded
Yes" she said, shuddering slightly
as the thought of Smiling Sam" came
back to her. II feel i'll. Mother, l want
to go home-to the city, mean. 1 want
to go tonight, mother"
Tonight Mrs. Travis smiled. How
ridiculous, June! In the first place, if
you are i'll, Surfton is just the place for
you. You have the sea at your door and
an opportunity to be in the air all day
long. And you haven't your swarms
of friends running in to drag you here,
there and everywhere, every minute of
the day and night. In the second place,
if L thought of leaving, it wouldn't be
for several weeks"
"Mumsie, please listen. L"
Don't say any more about it, dear,
because my mind is quite made up"
But i"
Pardon. The luncheon is served"
Yama, primly, from the door. will mad
am be pleased to have a wine?"
mo wine. Yama," Mrs. Travis got
up from her chair and spoke abruptly.
Tell Mary luncheon is served"
June followed her mother into the
dining room, still pleading They took
their places just as Mary came into the
room followed by Yama- The old nurse
looked anxiously at the girls face and
knew thus far she had been unsuccess-
full
Take your soup, June" her mother
babe her briefly; you're unusually rest
less and persistent today. l don't know
what's the matter with 20"
"And l don't know what's the matter
with myself" the girl burst out pas
sionately. 81 can't sleep. I think I'm
hungry, and when 1 see food 1 can't eat
L"
why, Juner' Mrs Travis was plainly
disturbed. 81 never heard you carry on
like this"
Mary interrupted nervously.
That's the reason / want to go home.
Won't you please take me, mother"
June had worked herself up to the
verge of nervous hysteria Mrs. Travis
saw with alarm that she was under
some great mental strain.
But 1 think you will get we'll so
much quickly down here, dear"
Her determination was weakening.
al
80 many queer things have happened
since we've been here" Mary put in
quickly. The childs nerves have been
upset for several days. She didn't want
to worry you, so she hasn't said any
thing about it. But I've known, and it
has scared me-"
do you think it's as good for her in
the city as it is here?' Mrs. Travis
asked, in surprise.
81 think the best place for her. just
now is the place she wants to be-" said
Mary quickly.
"All right. If you think it's advisable,
Wen try it, although it's very much
against my will"
And we can go this evening"" June
asked eagerly.
Yes" answered Mrs. Travis with
some reluctance.
The girl jumped up from her chair
and Rugged her rapturously.
"Oh, I'm so glad Thank you so much,
mother, dear. You'll see how quickly 1
get we'll in the city. Come on, Mary,
don't eat another bite of that pudding
its indigestible and 1T will make you
fat! Come upstairs and help me get out
my things. Mother when they take the
trunks up from the storeroom, will you
have Yama bring my wardrobe trunk
and the large one with trays right up to
my room?
Without waiting for an answer, June
pulled protesting Mary upstairs. Mrs.
Travis looked after them, perplexed.
Then she rang for Yama and gave him
his orders. Just for an instant the lit
tie Jap allowed a human expression to
creep into his gaunt, Furnished features.
1t might have been interpreted as in
tense surprise. But it was too f1eeting
to make certain.
Upstairs, June was throwing armfuls
of fluffy petticoats and dance frocks
from the depths of a clothes closet,
faster than Mary could pile them up on
the bed.
Don't mind how you fold Them" she
called, her voice muffled by a quantity
of garments still hanging on the hooks.
THE few hours they'll be in the trunks
won't matter You always pack as
though you're going around the world.
No one would catch me doing it,"
There was a subdued knock at the
door. Mary opened it. Yama stood in
the hall. He had the two trunks on a
small hand truck.
Put them anywhere June sang out.
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