Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1920-01-02

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| ease" in question.
Meekly, l obeyed
He might accuse me. of car theft!
We stopped just outside the door.
"A be1ated moon had appeared and
cast its rays about us.
see here, want to know why
! you called me out on wild goose
chase. You know Mrs. Swaford isn't
any worse! 1 couldn't make head nor
| tail out of your telephone message.
but I knew something unusual was
| on foot. kept my mouth shut and
| obeyed orders. Then, tonight de-
liberately lied for you; true I could
salve my conscience with the fact
that some time ago had a part in
your coming out to nurse Mrs.
Swaford; furthermore, I knew you
had my car. You told me that; then,
L saw it was gone. Now, / think
you've gotten yourself into a pretty
scrape! If they ever get wise to your
part in this affair, I'm afraid youth
be all tangled UP in the law. You
know it's a serious offense, this
! moonshining game, and"
/ interrupted quickly, We'll, I'd
have you know one thing, sir! have
absolutely nothing to do nor say in
the making of your southern laws;
therefore, [ don't consider I have
to abide by them. Now, if you want
to turn me over to your old authort-
ties, go to it, but just remember one
thing! The first lie I ever told I told
for you--to save you beating and
to save the old professor from break
ing your heart by taking the first
knife you ever owned away from
YOU"
Then I explained fully; he barely
could remember
"And, the scar is here yet on my
finger" and I held it forth toward
him, while he snapped on the fash
light in order to see. Then, before
I realized what was taking place,
| found my hand in his; his hand
clasped my own protectingly, caress-
ingly, tenderly almost.
A delicious thrill enyeloped me;
then, suddenly 1 remembered-the
scar on my finger had healed; he
could cover that with his big, pow
erful hand-but the scars on my
soul still remained. Those I'd never
barred to him. There were reasons
why he must never care for me more
than he cared for others! So, quick
ly withdrew my hand from his.
did I hurt?" he questioned.
eyes; you hurt"' I replied barely
above a whisper.
Forgive me-" he said, but he
never knew what I meant. He
couldn't knowl
So we stood there q few seconds
| longer. I was thinking, thinking, and
wishing it could be- But love was
not for me-and him. His life must
be free to carry on his work-he'd
some day marry, of course, but some
how I couldn't picture any woman
I'd ever known who would fit in with
his life here, No one with soul big
enough to always understand and
who'd help him carry on!
We said goodnight then; I'd ex-
planned where his car was
Soon he returned, declaring it had
disappeared!
''Stolen?" I wondered.
was dismayed. Ills new car!
Don't worry!' he said. Yet, I
knew he did worry. A new car cost
money. He didn't have it to burn.
"rll stand good for the car"
began. He laughed, trying to hide
MS Worry.
Then, it's either you or the car"
he smiled. 81 didn't mean-oh,t I
meant I'd get you another car" 1
explained. ~
Afterward, when he returned home
lie phoned me and cautiously ex-
planned that he got in all right, his
new car was enjoying It's rest under
the shelter, But the old one over
took a party en- route to town who
begged to borrow different things
pertaining to cars in order to drive
their care in time. I understood this
was the sheriffs crew. Even gas
had been stolen! He limited that the
parties in question had concluded
someone used a car and had left 1t
in the field road (officers can track
something's like bloodhoundsD and
later had returned to town in the
car, but first he'd done things to the
sheriff's car. knew at once it
must have been Jason's son! He'd
saved me some more trouble. Wise
lad--and thoughtful! He came in
the following day, fresh from the
city, people supposed!
And, very soon DR.. Warren, Mrs.
Swaford and son, also myself went
to the city where she successfully
underwent an operation. She's hap
DIV, planning her meeting out west
with Jason. His letters to me are
optimistic; he murders his gram
mar, but just SO he doesn't murder
folks, I'm content!
Thus my debt to them was paid
and my conscience never pains me
at al1-my conscience is my law, anG
since 1 have no sayso in man-made
laws any more, l should worry
not!
Clarke Warren still considers it
one great joke. But he'll never tell;
can depend on that!
June 30th. Too much has happen
ed since last I wrote in my Journal,
of interest-to me-therefore,
must sketch briefly the most i'm
portant events for future memories.
Early in the spring a most beau
tiful young girl came to the Greer
house. Evelyn Dyer, a niece of our
landlady.
Golden haired blonde describes
her She reminded me Of fairy.
She went on long trips with Clarke
Warren. Sometimes. on the porch
she'd talk to me and laugh over her
| e.. periences. She's from the city
but really cared for Dr. Warren, even
though she couldn't see What IN
earth possessed him to throw him
self away in a mediocre place like
this when, by practicing IN tho
city, he'd amount to something! Her
brother and he had finished school
together. The former was having
grand success as a city practitioner.
Warren had returned to his own
home county to make good His for
i1er classmates had been astonished
at his decision, because golden OPP
rortunities awaited him elsewhere.
L smiled as she rambled on. Youth
| full, lovely, I wondered if he'd learn
| to carel They were together much.
Thus the weeks passed, and
scarcely saw him alone: the girl was
around him whenever he was free,
| She was Young and dressed beauti-