Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-11-14
THE STORY O. MARIAN SWAMI
~ MAPGAREZ X/LAE

! then cam and sat down on the bed
beside me. Her pink and acy rib
bon cap lent charm to her blue eyes,
| softening them, l thought. Hereto
fore, I'd regarded her as mine enemy;
a person who stood between me and
my child, as also did Philips mother
come between us in way hard to
| bear
II thought I heard you cry out
and L couldn't rest until I peeped
| in on you to see what the trouble
was. l heard voices and heard Mr
! Swami return to his bed on the west
| porch. I called to him to know f
someone were Ill; he said you were
dreaming and your dream frightened
you-your nerves unstrung-he said.
But l came to inquire further and
see if you would allow me to remain
| in case you were still unnerved," she
| paused. waiting for my answer.
| Stay if you like. III ten you my
| dream-in all confidence-remem-
| ber." She nodded and so j toll =
all. Also told her many things in
between in little disjointed sentences
until 1 was afraid I'd failed COM
/ pletely to make my meanings clear,
and that she wouldn't understand.
! about the baby, and the torture
| to have a mothers authority in see
ing to it's well being.
told her Of my previous feeling
toward herself, and how 1t had been
shattered by the dream that was still
warm in m memory. Again, I was
impressed by that strange, burning
gaze she bestowed upon me. Then
mist came into her eyes, and sur
prised, listened while she told me
things that made ma literally hold
my breath in wonder and Amazement.
She gave me a sketch Of her life
history. Briefly 1 dwell upon 1t
now. An orphan, reared by a cold,
unfeeling aunt. she'd never known
the feel of a kiss on her lips, MOI
the loving touch Of a caress. Drab
and drear were the days Of her child
hood. Then, after school, she'd taken
a short course in nursing; then In
child welfare, being trained in
new undertaking by a new method
lately adopted, as sort of fad, by
some idle rich who felt restless and
wanted to do something just little
newer, q little more extreme, than
anything attempted thus far by 9TH
ers. Since then, she'd been reading
great deal, and had come to a real
ization Of the fact that there was q
happy medium in between the two
extremes, one based on common
sense. The clique under which she
studied had been designed to merit
the approval Of tho extreme, mod
ern-day woman who danced and
frivoled away her days; whose In
terests in life centered In the amuse-
ments: where children never court
ed in the sum Of life's happiness;
where responsibilities were shunted
off on the shoulders Of others more
fit to bear them. Perhaps SO.
Shed had only two places, and
gradually. she began to Veallze some
thing was lacking in her system.
The results were unsa t4sfactory. She
said 1t really smote her that day
Philips mother raised such a rack
ct, when she saw me holding my
child to me yearning, in way that
only a mother knows. That explains
her queer looks in my direction.
The remem brance of her own moth
erless days, flashed over her mind,
and she felt she'd rather not come
between me any my child any longer!
Then she went on ana confessed
ner plan to assist me in having my
child when l was away on my trip.
He really was aiding charmingly
She would confids in DR.. Wilkin
son, the family physioisn, at once.
md enlist his sympathIes in my be
lalf. What he said would bear
weight with Phtrs mother.
Edith Stranahan, sitting there,
struck me as being my beacon light
Of hope 1 pressed her hand in mine
az l whispered, ANGELS light-right
on the wings Of my dream yousco le
I'm glad! For now my brain can
rest freed from wicked planning, for
1 was going to take my child with
me wherever 1 go. even though 1
were forced to kidnap it in order to
do SOL" She smiled and said Trust
mel" and fled, for some one was
approaching.