Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-10

He married her IN GayIlelo at
/ II o'clock this morning! said the
! chauffeur. "ParSon SmaWIey turned
! the trick
| Brandes' narrow eyes glittered; he
| struggled for a moment, gave 1t up,
| shot a deadly glance at MaNy Nenen,
at his wife, at the increasing thronS
| croWding closely about him. Then
| his infuriated eyes met Rue's. and
| the expression OF her face apparently
| craZed him..
| With the thought came the desper-
ate longing for fight, and rush OF
| tears that almost choked her. Moth
! ing mattered now except her moth
erS arms; the rest was a nightmare,
| the horror of a dream which still
! threatened, still clutched at her with
shadowy and spectral menace.
| For moment or two she stood
there on the curb, her eyes closed,
fighting for self-control. forcing her
disorganiZed brain to duty.
Somebody must help her to ind
railroad station and train. That
! gradually became clear to her. But
when she realized that, a young man
sauntered up beside her and looked
al her so intently that her calmness
| gave way and she turned her head
sharply to conceal the starting tears.
! Hello, grille" he said. Got any
| thin on tonight"
With head averted, she stood there,
| rigid, dumb, her tear-drenched eyes
| fixed on the park; and after one or
| two jocose observations the young
| man became discouraged and went
| away. But he had thrust the fear of
strangers deep into her heart; and
| now size dared not ask any man for
! information. However, when two
| young women passed she found SUI
| ficient courage to accost them, ask
! ing the direction of the railroad sta
| ton from which trains departed for
| Gayfield.
The women, who were young and
brightly colored in plumage, dis
played a sympathetic interest at
| once.
"Gayfeld?" repeated the b1onder
of the two. Gee, dearie, I never
heard of that place"
rs it on Long Island?" inquired
| the other
mo. 1t is in Mohawk county"
That's a new one, too. Mohawk
county? Never heard of it; did you,
Lip
SEARCH mel"
"Is it upstate, dearie?" asked the
other you better go over to Mad
! ison avenue and take a car to the
Grand Central"
wait" interrupted her friend;
"she better take a taxi"
Nix on taxi you pick up on
Sixth avenue!" And to Rue curiously
sympathetic: Say, you've got
| Ii 4O1IoS 1AOI AAoNOA JOo' AANIAO OAAS'
What! You don't know anyone in
New York;
Rue looked at her dumbly; then, of
a sudden, she remembered Neeland.
YES" she said, 81 know one per-
son.
where does your friend liver"
| In her reticule was the paper on
| which he had written the address of
the Art Students league, and, as an
lof+ JcrIot hi
| Rue lifted the blue silk bag, opened
it, took out her purse anG found the
paper.
ty-ffth street." she said; Studio No.
| TO-"
blonder of the two were going
that way. Well take you there"
81 don't know don't know him
very we'll"
"Is it man."
Eyes. He comes from my town,
Gayfield''
'Oh! 1 guess that's all right" said
| the other woman, laughing. You
got to be leery of these men, little
enc. Come on; we'll show you"
1t was only four blocks; Ruhannah
presently found herself on the steps
of a house from which dangled
a sign, Studios and Bachelor Apart
ments to Let"
Whats his name?" said the wom-
an addressed as Lii
"Mr. Neeland."
By the light of the vestibule Ian
tern they inspected the letter boxes,
found Neeland's name, and pushed
the electric button.
After a few seconds the door
clicked and opened
Now, you're all right" said Lii
peering into the lighted hallway.
tits on the fourth floor and there
isn't any elevator that L can see,
so you keep on going upstairs till
your friend meets you"
THANK you so much for your great
kindness"
Don't mention it. Good luck,
stepped Neeland's shadowy figure,
dark against the hall light behind
him.
For heavens sake!" he said.
What on earth"
The suitcase fell from her nerve
less hand; she swayed little where
she stood.
The next moment he had passed
his arm around her, and was
| through a short hallway into a big,
| brilliantly lighted studio
The door clicked behind her. and
Rue found herself alone.
The stairs, thanked by a massive
balustrade of some dark, polished
wood, assembled in spirals by a short
series of flights and landings. Twice
she rested, her knees almost giving
| way, for the climb upward seemed
| interminable. But at last, just above
| her, she saw skylight, and a great
stair window giving on court; and.
| as she toiled up and stood clinging,
brea thless, to the banisters on the
| top landing, out of" an open door
stepped Neeland's shadowy figure,
| dark against the hall light behind
| him.
For heavens sake!" he said.
| what on earth"
The suitcase fell from her nerve
less hand; she swayed a little where
| she stood.
The next moment he had passed
! his arm around her, and was half
leading, half carrying her through a
short hallway into big, brilliantly
| lighted studio.
GO BE continued)