Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-12-26
THE STORY Of MARIAN SWAMI


we went into a dark and dreary
night.
I wasn't afraid. My thoughts were
| for others. 1t was a wild ride and
| nearing the end I suspicioned the
gas was low! Horrors! Why hadn't
Investigated?
1t began to act queerly and I fear
| ed I'd never make it. 1 was afraid
| to stop in the road, because it might
not start again 1t was a quarter
| further on when 1 came to where
a private field road led out into the
| forests and I drove out that road
and stopped in the shelter of the
friendly woods. I found out the gas
was practically out! The wisest
| thing was the thing I did, for now
| the officers would not find the car
in the road, barring their progress
| and causing them to investigate.
Therefore, 1 grabbed my flashlight
and flew along the lonely country
road. An owl screeched warningly
at me, but l ran all the faster. l
didn't get the prizes on the school
4 race track for nothing. -.:.
| / Finally, 1 could see a dim light
! burning in .Jason's cottage. She al
ways left the lamp burning like
| that.
Cautiously I advanced, peeped in
the window where the curtain didn't
cutie meet and saw that she alone,
was sleeping. 1 couldn't afford to
| disturb her. 1t might injure her
| heart and upset her nerves terribly.
| Therefore, L hurried along. the
trail down the spring path that led
| to the woods where + felt sure Jason
J - XIync
making a run and nay breath was
about to fail me. But time was
precious.
Over gullies and logs, through
thickets L passed. Once, I lost my
way. Wild things Of the woods
/ scufried at the sound of my APP
proach.. Night birds called: But L
forged onward. That precious flash
light save the day-or nigh" for me
| and for Jason!
! knew l was on dangerous ter
ritory. L was quite likely to be shot
down So L whistled three times.
! I'd heard that signal once, on that
| place, so l tried it out. No answer.
| The silence Of death was about me.
| began to be afraid l was lost.
Again 1 whistled. s.., '',.
No answer.
| Once again.
Then the call of the whippor-will
| came to me. L replied in kind, ans
kept going.
! Haiti" a voice commanded
| Frightened, / sank downward, as
| cried:
-'''Oh, Jason I've conceive comet
what on earth--woman?" it was
| z Young mans voice. Then, he
| flashed a light toward me.
| Il came to warn Jason. They're
! TO raid his place at Two this morn
ing, He must get away" L gasped.
Then, a peculiar whistle shrieked
out on the night. And from the
depths of the night the sound Of an
answering call. The young man
started away Don't leave me-" 1
| begged, for now I was undone, un
herved, since L fulfilled my mission
No, not yet, they are still unsafe.
The fellow waited, saying, Come
on; follow me-" and we FASTENED on
ward.
Jason, a wild gleam in his eyes,
met us. Its all upset: They're
WELCOMED" he said.
Hurry, Jason!' I pleaded.
"You!' he was astonished, strick-
en- dumb upon beholding myself.
Then, he accused, so, you gave
me away!"
mo MOI I came to warn! They're
coming after you. And III incoherent
sentences. I poured forth my story.
And, as we hurried toward the
house. I told him that I was Marion
Carnes Swami; that I owned the
place; that now I was only paying
the debt we owed for his saving
poor Kenneth's life.
We entered the house.
Mrs. Sanford must know, so she'd
be nerved when they came blunder-
ing in IN her