Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-10-05
WILFUL OUIJA
BY RUTH NELLY
Copyright, 1920, by Ruth NeelyD

ishly toling or obsessed with folly.
In the current of Higher Life you
have been borne through gates Of
truth and the current will carry
many others. Pilot them and"
CHAPTER HI
~ OSAL1E'S voice broke in and
X her impatient finger pointed
IN to near the end Of the page
you do not care for that
first part; 1t means much to me, of
| course--but right there! 1t broke
| right after the other message, just
as 1 wrote it.
"'Give a message to Nora Sander
here and has this to say: The past,
your mother; all was pitiful but
can be explained; it must not wreck
your future. Roger Is not forever
gone. AS token. that which you wear
against your breast"
Involuntarily. Nora clutched the
spot over her heart where was pin
ned inside of her lingerie a tiny
| chamois bag containing a 1ocket with
two pictures, one of Roger and the
cheap, flimsy affair bought by Nora
! mother before her marriage, had been
laid carelessly aside by Mrs Sander
! son. with the picture of her first
! husband still inclosed, when she had
made her second marriage.
4NoA AAcio 4OuAu IlkS 1OChSI anu
! taken possession. But she had never
worn it until, Notwithstanding her
dtstaste for sentiment, the thought
of her lovers picture resting on her
heart made irresistible appeal. Nora
knew that nobody had ever seen Paul
| of Nora's mother, nor the little
photograph of Roger. Ashamed of
what she felt was girlish Stiffness,
she had kept the locket in its hiding
place both day and night. In the
!! privacy of the bath she removed it
it to her fresh clothing. No one
had ever seen the change.
But, as it gradually dawned on
Nora, there were other features of
She had never told Rosalie her
fathers first name nor mentioned
her childhood at all except to say
that her parents had died while she
was quiet small.
To be sure, no family history is
impossible to secure. But assuming
sufficient interest. the task Of such
great. Nobody knew this better than
Nora. Had she not often seen her
mothers dope book" in which Ed
and Mrs. Dulany had written and
pasted data of all kinds concerning
townspeople, even to inscriptions
With SILVER of disgust at the
recollection, Nora stared hard at
her friend. Could it be, could it be,
that Rosalie, too-oh, how hideous,
how unthinkable!
Rosalie was speaking.
ut shocked me as much as it has
you," she was saying. II never had,
in writing, a message so evidential.
"Of course, there was the one that
came from Roger over the board.
And this one is true, too, isn't 1t,
Nora? Tell me! 1t means, in way,
almost as much to me as to you. 1t S
true, isn't it? You have something
from Roger that your father meant?'
For answer, Nora reached beneath
her blouse, unpinned the little bag
from it's soft resting place, opened
the locket and laid it in Rosalie's
II knew it," exclaimed Rosalie. u
was certain he meant something OF
Rogers. But the other picture, Nora.
Who is it,"
my father" said Nora.
There was no misleading the sur
prised delight on Rosa1ie's face. She
| leaped to her feet, waving both hands
above her head, clapping the palms
together, her eyes glittering with ex-
citement.
"That settles it, Evidently oblivi-
Gus for the moment of Morals pres
ence, Rosalie rocked her tall, 1.-THE
| figure back and forth, the embodi-
ment of joy and fulfilled desire. II
have the power! I can do it! I've
gotten 1t myself! At last I've got
ten it myself"
She was recalled to herself and
surroundings as Nora suddenly arose.
crossed the room swiftly and closed
the door.
(To be Continued)