Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-10-31
THE STORY Of MARIAN SWAMI
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Chapter vi

Chapter vi
We had many photographs Of
| places we'd been. When Kenneth
spoke as he did about losing himself
| in the pictures of Burnt Oak Ridge
| it occurred to me that L also loved
to linger, alone, for hours at time
lost in reverie, dreaming with those
pictures. Why they fascinated me,
do not know.
Possibly because I was such a lit
tie girl, only six, and I went to my
| first school down in the hollow, tC
old Prof. Moore, who wore a long
red beard and a derby hat.
1 can't remember the names OF
many of the boys and girls. The
Moores, the Jones, the Grays ant
Warrens.
The Warrens.
Could it be possible that Clarke
Warren, this young physician, was
one of my schoolmates then?
Clarke Warren.
1t haunts me somehow. I see ar
old timey "see-saw and a little boy
on one end, myself valiantly riding
the other-crossways an old pine
stump-sometimes there was snow
and sometimes green leaves. We girls
played house and made wondrous
leaf hats, bedecked in flowers thai
grew wild in the woods.
One day L remember L borrowed 9
boys bright, new, shiny knife, anC
] cut my finger most off. Hastily,
pushed the knife in his hand, ant
ran away before he could see the
red blood squirting. The teacher wa:
alarmed and he looked so stern anG
terrible when he asked, who hurr
you?" that 1 lied.
An awful lie. 1 said, 81 pulled 6
sharp blade of grass, and it cur
me-"
1 lied because I knew the boy
would be punished, and teacher
would take his nice new knife from
him, just like teachers had a fashion
of doing.
Then teacher sent me home tt
mother. He sent a big girl with me
They bandaged my finger with {
'kerchief and along the roadside
would pull at long grass blades tt
make sure it could have been ONT
really, for they were so sharp the!
could easily cut, and it made M
feel better to know they could cut.
Because it was such an awful lie
and hurt my conscience so. 1 lool
at the third finger of my left hanC
until this day and see the scar, tina
time has not erased and that ever
my wedding ring fails to conceal, a.
it rests there protectingly, and
call to mind that first lie. My mem
DRY seems keener today-and l do be
| lieve his name was Warren! CoulC
it be? And, L chewed his chewing
gum! Begged him out of it, because
mother wouldn't allow me to hav,
gum. But l loved it so, and that LITTLE
boy would feel sorry and give m,
his gum We never heard of germ
and sanitation-not in those far
away blissful days.
| I'm ashamed.
"Tll find out if it was this War
rem. And if it is, when 1 look at hin
| in passing, I'll be saying to myself
Mister Man, 1 lied for you-once.
Lied to save him a beating-to saw
| the first knife he ever owned! Lift
is queer, queer thing, after all, AM
| it could he so.
Well, to go back to Phil.
Father had been dead about a yea
| when Phil insisted that [ marry him
He was good natured and loved M
as we'll as he could ever love any on
other than himself. That sounds
strange, but it is true. Phil neve
had to struggle for anything. Ever
his mother said that when he wa
a baby he never cried but for on
thing he didn't get. That was tn
new moon. 1t was new, and Philil
wanted it, so he screeched and howl
ed. Mother, for once, was helpless
| so she said she cried because sh
| couldn't get 1t for him.
So what can you expect Of a DO!
real up like that?
1t made Phil want me wore .
cause 1 was hard to get. I put hin
| off. 1 knew l had some opinions o.
| my own. Really, he was an agree
able companion.
Though Philip was an agreeable AM
pleasant companion, 1 oftentime'
wished he had to work.
Had to.
Life had spoiled him, becaus
things came his way through no eff
| fort of his own. [ often though
the reason he thought he wanted t.
marry me was because was in NJ
hurry to agree to it. took my owl
time, which only made him urge M
more.
Philip was really very lovable. Blu
he'd never developed physically, "a
he should have done, under prope
training. He neN er finished college
simply because it required more et
| fort than he care jut forth.
l never finished. Simply becaus
I cared more for outside thing T
world was my school-room. I care