Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-27
DEAR MARGERY
BY MARGARET WILDE
Continued from Last Issue)

1lu AaSI ASSUoJ
felt they wished me good, not evil.
morning. When DR.. Wilkins came in
[ wanted to shout, "Therell be no
second operation. Do you believe in
God?" But he'd think me looney,
| therefore, I was silent, surrounded by
sweet dream memories. She's bet
ter" he said.
I've never told a soul how I inter
The good and righteous souls prayed
for me. Some messenger bore it to
the court of appeals. A committee
was then appointed to go down to
earth and investigate and find out
about this person the righteous were
back to the many, for the final YER
dict. Who is this persona" They'd
want to know You see, Marge,
with SO many millions to see after
how is God going to always take no
tice of poor little me? But, by hav-
ing so many on the job, then the ones
up higher would take pains to inves-
tigate and find out there's poor little
me on earth wanting to get we'll!
Which was proved to me in my dream
that the committee did come and
were exceedingly kind to me, all save
the one who stood apart from the
others, with the black box in his
hand. l guess it was my coffin, or
he stood overseeing matters, that ev-
| erything went fair and square, a sort
OF umpire to the general proceedings.
Ihey disappeared, just melted or
evaporated away from my sight, but
the memory will ever be dear to me;
| something as true and real as life
/ itself, so beautiful that practical folk
never could shatter my faith in it.
So, I'm better and drinking Colora-
| do juice, grape juice, and having Wis
! q a f1 h md mr.
| otherwise enjoying life while 1 wait
! for your letter that must soon come
| to your Deane.
Dear Margery: Your letter came
today. 1t saved my life. 1t and Van
together. He brought it up. L was
sort of blue because I'm not we'll
enough to hop out of bed and chase
| over town and out home where [ can
sling pots and pans again. L was
ready for a big weep. Had been mar
downpour and was sitting on the
fence like just waiting for nurse or
! somebody to say some little word in
the wrong tone of voice that would
! give me enough excuse to fall on
the freshet side. of said fence where
| drowning. out the whole place, but
Van, cheerful, grinning, always
| bright and optimistic, entered in and
made some fool, irrelevent remark,
IOuOWed Dy one OIL MS small jokes
Vans good for jokes-then tossed me
your letter. I'd already laughed silly
over Van, but your letter kept me 60
! ing all afternoon. 1 realize it was
| weakly hysterical, and spasmodic in
its fitful outbursts, but it brought
no deluge of tears in it's wake.
cackled and cooed and carried n the
whole, hot afternoon until perspira-
ton drenched me; which is better'n
salty tears. You wrote me an en-
phatic no; you don't want my hus-
band and refuse to consider accept
ance of my last will and testament,
| because you'd not care to hear my
praise and virtues sung balance of
your days! That upset my tickle
| box and Sister Agnes paused in the
doorway. then came in to see what
possessed me now. 1 told her the
whole thing, too. She smiled, but
evidently it wasn't so funny to her.
In fact, [ was the only one it made
laugh and giggle, and subside only to
burst forth again at Intervals Sister
Agnes remarked to the nurse thusly:
Shes great put on. Just wants to
stay up here" but she smiled salts
fed like.
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