Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-10-19
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Chapter XIV
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IN Hat Rosalie did not know was
that her poisoned arrows, in
tended to keep the wound in

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TT Hat Rosalie did not know was
that her poisoned arrows, in
tended to keep the wound in
Nora'S heart infiamed, had
pierced clear through and had been
followed by flow of sorrow which
For Nora was completely confirm
ed, following her secret experience
with the ouija board, in her former
absolute disbelief of survival after
death.
Except as he lived in her memory
and in the memories of others Woo
loved him, Roger was dead and buried
forever.
Nor did Nora, poor girl. seek to de-
Jude herself even as to this poor
solace. Memories fade and die as
grief yields to the abrasive influence
of time. Why not accept the truth
Roger was dead, and sheSstill lived
on. Some day she would be as Roger.
Meanwhile, suffering availed her
nothing. If 1t could be abated, so
much the better She was weary of
suffering. The reaction had set in.
Nor would she struggle against it
any longer.
II want to get up and go back to
work. Don't you think it would be
all right for me to get around in
day or two? walked across the
iting nurse VINO came each morning
to help make her comfortable for the
day.
Despite her absorption in her own
aff1ction, the unusual personality OF
this nurse, Jean Haldeman, had
aroused Nora's admiration from the
first and the two were quite good
friends.
1T won't be long now, at least as
far as the sprain is concerned. |
suppose you will not be content until
you have your WORK 10 keep your
mind occupied"
"Content?" Nora repeated the
word, which challenged her attention.
why, yes. I guess work will bring
content 1t doesn't seem much to
ask, does it? Most people are more
than content-they are happy"
And why not you, too, Mrs Ma
SOM" The nurse paused in her task
of massaging the strained muscles
rounding beneath the satin skin of
her beautiful young patient. ANYONE
who really wishes to can be happy"
Nora recalled-she had not been
Findlay had told her recommending
Miss Haldeman, whose sister he had
attended for some peculiar mental
ailment. He had commented, at the
time, on the great unselfishness and
fine character Of the young nurse.
80 was IS1llpIcu " SpCdh LUZ
ther-eager, poor, lonely child-to
drink in answering words of comfort
and yet
did you ever feel that happiness
meant selfishness-disloya The
question was low toned. Nora's habit
Of reticence was so strong upon her
that she seemed to be. speaking
against her will.
Miss Haldeman paused to look di-
rect into Nora's wistful eyes, then,
treasured by the grave and sympa-
thetic inquiry she read there the
trained nurse, in her turn, yielded to
sudden impulse to confide.
Yes, I know all about it. I have
had that, too-that feeling. Listen
do you really want me to tell you my
experience? 1t might help you, per-
haps Nora was all too plainly eager.
Jean Haldeman, laying aside the re-
serve which was her accustomed
mental garment, without further ado
set about telling her story.
(To be continued.)