Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-15

them u breatn from home. l. or l.,
am u enid OL the uII4S. l. was Doru
at the Iout OF t4e sap that opens
out INTO me NorIu. l guess 1 want
ed to see The world farther ON,
MarGe, from Ine day L came INTO II
tseIc, at the beginning OF lne Wo.4u.
And, can't describe now these nlI.
stories SOt next to my heart ana
puIIeu aAu tugSed at me so, Dechon-
lEg me back. I've loved tlIlS desert
country, but L guess we never get 50
lar from home but what We some
times feel the return call SO clear
and sweet. DonS always had the
longing, ever dreaming Oh the return
to our home il the red hillS OIL
Georgia. He's one native son who
couIun't be tranSplanteu on desert
soil, nor become me proVerblaI ma
ture son" in two years. Iney claim
you become so in that time. His
work here is endurable because OF
his dreams OF home-back there!
The desert mirage he's never seen!
it's cnarm he's never known, be-
cause there's no room for it, his
heart too tull of his native hills
where his forty extends DER hillside
and dale, upland and meadow, with
running streams and trees and
springs. He brought me here to
please me who longed to see the
world and know humass, so I'm go
book about you, Margery!
his sake. And, then I'll write my
box about you, Margery!
One has time to think when in hos
pitfalls. L think if people who plan
ned murder and horrible crimes could
lie i'll in hospital it would change the
current Of their unnatural passions
to do wrong. They'd have time to
think and see things as they really
are. And forgive things. Even l,
who always longed for swift and IT.
h0I
charitably inclined!
I've been thinking of the women
back home. The ones who toll in
fields, ond grow old before their time
all bent and spent and full of miser-
able aches and pains before they're
pitfalls. It's all foreign and strange
to them. A place to die instead of
get we'll Lying there, I've wished
there were sanitariums for them
back there where they could go. and
have proper treatment instead of
Marge, L can count up many
deaths among women I knew who
died because of ignorance and neg
lectt And, it hurts to know of places
like this where they might have gone
and been saved for their own.
And those who grow old.
How many do SO without being
stopped, full of aches, pains and
grunts? How many? Remedy: ed
ucate them for better things. This
funny climate.
Last night I called for. blankets
Don says he slept under quilts, and
that in hot summer Seems unusu-
al, but that word is always on the
tip of Californian's tongue as an
eternally unusual" When days get
hot as torment and men succumb to
sunstroke the papers rarely mention
or call it that, but even so, they
point out the many deaths from heat
IN eastern cities. and cite local in
stances as unusual! There's more
victims here now than usual, which
is unusual, nurses claim.
And drinking mans no chance
whatever However, the most of
them sit meath electric fans, or en-
joy ice baths, with pneumonia as a
follow-up!
Marge, they claim when a person
lives here two years he becomes the
biggest falsifier on the globe (only
they don't call it that but a shorter,
more pithy word) and I've been here
my allotted time and been called sew
eral things in my day, but nurse
just now dubbed me a new one, "The
Scribbler." I live UP to my name!
Well, I'm moved now to Mrs.
Blacks. Will get my wits collected
again, if I can, because I'm so happy
to have been able to come! and will
tell you all about my last hospital
days.
Love.
YOUR DEARIE,
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