Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-19
DEAR MARGERY
BY MARGARET WILDE

I'm Last !ssucl
wipe tears away, here enters Don
on the scene'
How are you feeling?" he asked.
"All right" l replied, controlling
my voice.
He stopped to kiss me.
Aha! [ knew [ must come back. "
why did you come? l said stay,
I declared.
"Oh, I just had a feelin' some
come. but something kept bidding
me go, until | just got UP and start
ed. And, I find my little girl cry
ing. Lonesome?"
Maybe" I smileG. No; its that
song made me homesicI," 1 ad-
We had a beautiful evening.
Then. Mrs. Black came for me
Tuesday.
I'm in a mysterious element now,
and you know l love mySterieSl
You see, her husband, beer
boozer, travelled the giddy road to
MeXal Mexico, too often, and ended
as they usually do, sadly amiss. He
Squandered moneys mot his own.
Then plunged until he wrecked a
large corporation here, and absCOnded
for parts unknown, leaving the con-
Germ busted and it's door closed. It's
many thousands he got away with.
| The sheriff was here during her alb
light and was in newspapers. Sheriff
nailed tags on things and old queer
stunts, but in due season she return
ed and tags vanished, and she re-
inhabited her home!
She's a regular little queen
And, though I'd love to hear her
version of the whole story, /
wouldn't ask her a single question!
admire her grit and Spunk too much,
and it's wonderful to find one woman
who is capable of so doing! She
graces her home royalty, and what
puzzles me is how any man could for
get her long enough to sink to
crimes and such as he did? But, beer
works such sorrors in men.
They were in this towns upper
ten.
I'm wondering now how it will be-!
When she speaks of him at all it's
merely archie so and So" relating
some simple, past incident.
The first night as we slept on the
sleeping porch I dreamed he came
frightened me! It's all very mystic
rious and the talk of the town, and
I'm right here in his home! But, I'm
no detective and it's not my business
to be prying into her affairs; anyway,
she appears quite capable of running
her own, even though her eyes can't
hide their pain and deep black cir
cles show result of long and Sleep
less nights at times.
I catch myself wondering how
much or how little, she knows. If
she really knows about the other
woman, the beautiful golden blonde"
or the songstress, of the automobile
wreck, who invaded her home during
her vacation? Or, the nightlong beer
parties? No, I think she's the trust
ing kind, who always believe! Even
in an unworthy piece of clay, like
Black.
And I'm wondering if her love and
trust in him will follow him and
eventually, they'll be together again,
she assisting him to climb upward
until he really becomes worthy of her
beauteous faith! Their children he
adored. Surely, it must come out
good some distant day. She's apply
ing for work in town!
Then she smacked the children and
led them away to wash their hands,
Mr.. and Mrs. Rangle assuring her
that the children hadn't harmed them
in the least.
Mr.. Jarr and Mr.. Rang1e then got
into an excited argument as to ma
ton wide strikes, the League Of Ma
tons and what we should do with
Russia and Mexico, the danger Of
the stock market boom, baseball,
race riots and other things of small
interest and Importance to the ladies.
why, where are the children"
asked Mrs. Rangle when Mrs. Jarr
returned, for the mems conversation
had bored her to extinction.
Mrs. Jarr announced that the girl
was putting the children to bed.
At this instant the voice of Willie
Jarr was heard in the hall. He was
engaged in a passage of arms with
Gertrude, the ight-running domestic.
81 want my fl cents!" he howled
f'Mr. Rangle said he was going to
give me fl. cents" Then Willie lay
down and Kicked. 1850
Mr.. ,Jarr was called upon to- take
punitive measures, and the. IRangles
declared that they must go, they
really must. They meant it, too.
ooh, it's only the hot weather that
makes the little things peevish,"
said Mrs. Jarr. They'll be quiet
now. Don't run away like this, We
shall feel hurt if you do"
And she gave Mr.. Jarr a side
glance and took Rangles hat from
him and Mrs. Rangle's handbag. from
her. AS the handbag had what was
left of Mr.. Rangles salary, Mrs.
Rangle decided to take off her hat
and stay a while, and in so doing,
recovered her handbag, which was
one comfort, for, as Mrs. Rangle
said to Mr.. Rangle afterward who
can you trust these days with so
many people taking up Bolshevism
and wanting to seize rything the
better classes have?"
(To BE Continued)