Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-03-14
ONE WOMAN.S WAY
THE STORY ORA GIRLS FIGHT FOR SUCCESS
c. By Co1obn B@@cbe~ %

thinking OF Frank, bit disappointed
that the letter 1 expected had not
come the night before. Now I should
have to wait until Monday. When
she spoke [ was startled, so en-
crossed had been.
"Why--di6 you dream?"
Yes. 1t was such a queer dream,
too, considering everything. I dream
ed hat there was a great wall be-
! tween you and me. I was trying to
climb from my side to you while
you were as desperately trying to
get over to me. But every time we
climbed up a little ways some one
hand-pushed us back. Finally I
became desperate and grabbed the
hand. 1t fell off at the wrist, and
then without any trouble I climbed
over to you"
1T surely was queer. sort of a
dream Rather grues ONE I shud-
dered at the mere tuoch Of it. You
must have eaten something that dis
agreed with you
probably. But some way l
couldn't get back to sleep for try
ing to think what it might mean.
Do you suppose it could mean that
some one was going to separate us?
That wall between US might have
been like 4 person"
You are building an allegory out
of your dream. No one could come
between us, Annie. So stop thinking
about it and hurry or we will be late
for church"
Months afterward 7 was to recall
Annle's dream, and then l was not
quite so positive that after all
dreams might not mean something
The church had come to be about
the only place where [ saw my
friends of the days when [ had a
woo ithNr fa hon n
a mother who was always ready to
chaperon me. Almost without ex-
ception they had ceased to urge me
to join them. [ had made so many
excuses, necessary ones, that they
had come to understand at last that
L was too busy to burn the candle
at both ends; that I needed all my
strength for my work.
Yet [ someway never felt slight
ed or out of things as might have
had we lost our money and 7 had
found nothing to fill my time. Every
| tie too effusively so, I simply smiled
! to myself and pitied them because
| they were sorry for me when [ was
so content Of course, it was hard
for some. of my old crowd to I'M
derstand how l could be happy and
| work. Just As hard as it would now
| be for me to realize happiness with
| out work.
| But that especial Sunday a dear
old friend of mothers invited Annie
and me t. tatie MONDAY dinner with
! her.
! Il still have my Sunday dinner at
o'clock, she explained. 81 let the
! servants so tnen. Mr.. Curry enjoys
| snack Slone with me later in the
ANY one would love snack with
her at any time, the dear" Annie
whispered when she had chance.
We hal a delicious dinner, then
adjourned to the library for our COT
| fee, and so that Mr.. Curry could have
| mis- after dinner smoke.
He never seems t. enjoy it half
so much anywhere else" Mrs. Curry
explained.
habit"
We chatted about many things, and
! then Mrs. Curry said to Annie:
Tell me . little about youself,
| dear"
There is nothing to tell, Mrs. Cur
| ry. L was gwen a little schooling,
then was thrown out TO look after
myself"
"But--vour father and mother. are
| they alive"
Il do not know. They moved away
without letting me know"
But, pardC1 an old woman's curl
osity,- bat had you quarrelled with
them?"
. "No-tkat IS, not unless you call
my refusal to wait upon father when
| he was drunk Quarrelling. He drank
terribly, and mother was afraid of
him. L WASN'T so afraid, but he dis
gusted me-a' ways. Even when l
was a thy s.irl L am afraid, Mrs.
Curry, that Ida. care very much
for either of hem, so at first L was
glad that I canned enough to stay