Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-09-02
DEAR MARGERY
BYMARGARET WILDE
(continued From Last Issue)

TelegramS were sent.
Bernice would arrive for funeral.
l felt a sympathy for her while
others would exclaim, THAT girls
to blame"
"oh, no! it isn't fair to her. And.
its the worlds p. ola stand-always
No; Bernice couldn't be to blame!
Why, they were to marry in the
springtime. OF course she loved
him-wouldn't have hurt him-of
course!
Berne, on crutches. sent a pang
Clutches and David had been one
so long! And, Berne hurt his knee
at a Y. M. c. A. meet. Always
strong on athletics, my brothers.
David, physical culturlst, had won
HandsomeWyes! Outdoor life.
sweeping meath desert stars, clean
living, his form and radiant, glow
ing features made my heart glad!
Bernice that morning. Gail insisted
Dn motoring me down to the train.
So [ went.
l saw Bernice alight, but I alb
solutely refused to leave Calls ma
chine and meet Bernice then. What
got into me, l know not.
I just sat and looked at the blonde
little girl, so trim and neat in Eng
lish style, who was to have been
his wife! And, l didn't want to meet
for my queer moods. We We're not
notified by them, such a crowd there
was. So we returned home. Later.
! went to Lyn's and met Bernice.
She couldn't account Nor it all.
Seemed to consider it. in keeping
heretofore. She talked TRANQUILITY,
and brought in about trying to con-
vert him when he was at her home.
L was amazed, inasmuch as he was
a church member and morally good.
She appeared coldly English, to me.
yet sweet, modest, modern day
girl, and 1 thought, "You never
loved him as l do
| Gail had motored me to under
takers. 1 1onged to be alone with
| David but others were with ME, SO
T said nothing, and gazed at him,
but he wasn't there!
Day of funeral, we went again for
Bernice was cutting lock of
his hair. L meant to cut one, but
searching for hers, l didn't want
At the church the man sang,
Sometime, Up There, Well Under
stand" And, it seemed I'd been
cropping in chaotic darkness for a
and he held forth the promise, mot
| here, but in the better land, Wen
| know the meaning of our tears, and,
| then, up, there, we'll understand.
| hadn't meant to cry before peo-
| pie. But, 1 did.
And, even the ministers soothing
! tones,
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me:
Let there be no, morning at the
| bar,
When I put out to sea-" failed to
| still my tears, and Gail came and
wound her arm about me and wiped
my tears away! We'd never been
really friends before-but now-oh.
! Margery! 1 guess Bernice considered
it out of form to weep. And, ia
| Their and L looked a last goodbye at
oUN dead. And 1 whispering, Good
BY" and, though I've said it a mil
lion times it never had that sound
to it before! And father-Tll never
forget his face and eyes-like you'd
struck him--and he'd never recover
from the blow!
And the days since then and the
was pain like this in life! They
| tell me time will ease the pain, but
know, Margery! The note he left
just penciled word. And, we're
glad he did, because we d lay. it to
somebody else. His friends, and they
are legion, claim, note or no note,
he never did it! Always jolly and
seemingly happy-but who could
know it hid hurt heart?
He said: st have usually taken