Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-10-16
CHAPTER Xxx

~ BOARDING Newton Findlay,
- Rosalie's position, even from
N her own viewpoint, was more
unassailable.
True. he was not her lover. either
confessed or silent-yet.
But he would be--she had faith in
her power here as elsewhere. And
surely such a career as she planned
for Newton could not mean utter
selfiShnesS on her own part. She
loved him, very dearly and deeply
the way such woman loves, when
she loves at ALI
Surely his future happiness was
safer in her capable, devoted hands
than If committed to the keeping of
one whose accusing conscience tor
tured her, and would end by tortur-
ing both, with whispers of a broken
faith.
And now about the messages from
Roger.
Did Resale; indeed, receive them
Patience. The time has not yet
TO be for ea6 6hd she spe oHa d is
mains silent. as her pleasure die
tates. None may hasten her mes
sage, none may withhold disclosure,
when the time is ripe.
1t would take several weeks for
Morals strain to heal. the doctor told
The day he said this, that first af-
ternoon when, on his advice, she
promised to avoid painful memories
as far as possible, she had looked
mental rest her exhausted. nerves
craved.
But already this hope was dead
Rosalfe, despite her kind words
Nora believed it all to have been
meant-had made this impossible.
hof
snatched away. sacrificed? Dismiss
him from her thoughts in order to
secure ease of mind and soft, sweet
sleep? How horrible!
Impossible, also, to tell the ply
suffering why she could not do as
had said about DR.. Findlays admira-
ton and all that was bad enough.
But if even Resale could hint at the
possibility of reawakening this sort
of personal interest-what would
another person. a man, one who did
Rogerwhat would he think?
"oh. Roger; Roger! You do not
doubt doubt me! MY poor, pale love my my
you! You know 1 love you, Roger!
Tell me SO! Will you tell me, Roger?
Will you?"
The clock struck midnight as Nora
choking with her stifed sobs, shiver-
ing, eyes blazing behind their rain
of tears, opened her door cautiously
the living room adjoined and
Rosalie's bedroom was on the other
side-felt her way to closet and
drew out something with which she
cautiously returned.
Back again in her own room, she
locked the door and turned on the
light.
The room was cold. Her teeth
chartered nervously, but she made
no effort to wrap up her family out
lined form, shaking from head to
foot. in the thin night robe.
Seated in a large. straight chair,
she rested upon her knees Rosalie's
ouija board, which she had taken
from the closet. Her knees did not
stop shaking until she had exerted
With the little tripod in the mid
die of the board. she lightly placed
both hands on the mysterious instru-
nent-whether mouthpiece of dis
carnate love-whether foolish child S
toy, yhich ever it might be and
waited.
CHAPTER xx11
TN dim, faint way Nora was con-
scious also, as she sat with the
l. ouija board on her knees. that
in thus outraging the orderly i'm
pulses of her own mind she was vio-
lating also the feelings Roger him
self would have experienced had he
been alive.
Or would he have taken it seri-
ously at all? Her cool, open-eyed
Roger, whose philosophy, as far as