Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-06-26

was becoming known and trusted, was
nothing to me. / was obsessed with the
one idea, and until I was satisfied had
no room for any other.
CHAPTER XIII.
II EVER since the night that 1 hid
X in his office closet had l tried TO
- spy upon Robert. l had never
ceased to feel ashamed of myself. When
a woman begins to spy upon her nus
band it is almost sure proof that her
faith in him is going, and much of her
own pride.
Several times after Robert had re-
manned out all night l made frequent
visits at his office, fearing my sus-
picions would find justification. Meth
er my shame nor my pride kept me
away Several times l had met MRS.
Lawson either just leaving the OFFICE
or going in as 1 left. Then L would go
home and shut myself in my room
would walk the floor my hands icy,
my heart throbbing / imagined Robert
always so cool and reserved making love
to this beautiful woman. Bitter thoughts
would surge through me, and L would
fling myself on my couch and SOD anu
moan until 1 could lie quiet no longer
then 1 would take up again my frantic
pacing.
Naturally neither my health nor my
looks were improved by these hysterlcal
spells. / lost my color, and my eyes
looked swollen and weary
Aren't you feeling well?" Robert
asked one morning after 1 had spent
a sleepless night. He had not come
in until after / o'clock L had pretend
ed to be asleep, but, in truth, had not
closed my eyes all night long.
Yes, little tired, that's ALL" L re-
piled.
II have been doing fairly we'll of
.lte think you better get Martha
back The house and the children are
too much for you, l guess. he spoke
kindly and the tears were very near;
but | forced them back. = l would not
cry before Robert.
81 don't know that 1 can get her now,
1 told him. "She must have a place"
Get some one else, then, and take
more exercise, outdoor exercise. You're
not looking up to the mark at all. You
are too young to look so worm
/ felt like screaming at him that
neither Martha nor any one save MINI
self could make me look differently.
1t wasn't fresh air 1 needed, it was free
dom from the torture caused by my
insane jealousy.
81 will see what I can do" 1 replied
simply.
A few months before the thought of
having Martha back, or some one 10
help me would have delighted me; but
now I felt no citation, simply relief
that / should not be so much with Ma
tilda, who was very observing, and VINO
L was sure, often. wondered why my
eyes were so red, and why l remained
by myself so much.
l had made the resolve to extend my
acquaintance, to go out more often. But
1 was so miserable 1 hadn't the heart.
l bad even failed to visit either Myrtle
or the Carletons for some time. And L
dared not see Mrs Mulhany. Her kindly
questioning would surely compel con-
fidence l did not wish to give
What a contradictory creature a wo-
man is. We blow hot and we blow cold, |
we are extremely happy or extremely
unhappy.
I picked up the morning paper after
Robert left and the first thing which
caught my eye was a rather sensational
heading saying that Mrs. Peter Law
sons case for divorce would come up
that day, and that Robert Drayton was
her lawyer. 1t also stated that he had
previously refused to act for Mr.. Law
son.
l rushed upstairs and dressed for the
street in the dark tailor gown 1 usually |
wore, and covered my hat and face with
a thick veil l would go to court L
would hear my husband plead for this
woman whom / was positive he would
like to put in my place.
When / went in the courtroom was
filled. The judge, young man, had
look of energy combined with keenness
and kindness. His face had none of
the cold sternness we usually associate
with judges. There was a look of hu-
man alertness and honesty about him.
His deep, rich voice held sympathetic
note when he spoke, giving one conf
dence that he would do what was right
in as far as he saw it.
Lawson versus Lawson, an action for
absolute divorce" read the clerk from
his desk.
my client brings counter action!
a lawyer seated near the rail said.
Let the case as called proceed the
Judge said calmly. Then to Mrs. Law
son, who was seated beside Robert:
Madam, are you the plaintiff"
Eyes, your honor" her clear voice re-
sponded as she rose at his question.
Then the attorney of record spoke:
This case, your honor, is in the
hands of Mr. Drayton. The plaintif re-
quests that Mr.. Drayton appear as trial
lawyer.
81 ask for an adjournment, your hon
or. We haven't had the requisite time
for preparation" said the attorney for
the defense.