Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-08-13
CHAPTER XIV
Cice1y's News

Y Fan was packing when Cicely
| came into the daffodi1 room and
- stood with her back against it
watching Jean fold fragile lingerie,
and stow it away into the black
leather trunk and finally she spoke.
do you know" I'm going to
hate to have you leave" she said
at last, slowly.
Jean Strengthened and turned to
look at her. Why, Cicely dear, I'm
going to miss you, too, you know
that"
you've brought something differ
ent into our lives here" Cicely went
on. II had that talk with Jack last
night about money, and did just as
you told. me to, and he was quite
reasonable" ~
"Gicee1y. you don't know how glad
Cicely came over and cur1ed her
self up in chair near to the scene
er thought Of me as actually rea-
soning things out. He always thought
L wanted my own way, and that was
why he never thought Of things Sc
riously before. So you see If it
hadn't been, for you, things would
have gone on. just the same indefi-
nitely."
Cicely was watching Jean idly.
do you know" she said after a
moment, you've changed lot
since 1 used to know you at school,"
II suppose I have" Jean return
ed thoughtfully.
tits because you're more serious,
I think. Even when you're having
the most fun I've seen that thought
full look come into your eyes. Just
as though you had something to be
sorry for. If I didn't know how
much you loved your husband I'd be-
wrong. Jean, you were made to be
happy, and I want you to be. Oh,
know I'm frivolous and silly and
too fond of good time, but want
you to know that I love Jack in
my own way as much as you love
your husband. I mean to make him
glad that he gave me my way about
the allowance. Jean, do you know
that 1 do actually believe most Of
US are only foolish when We are
not happy? A little more under
standing between l husbands D 1df and
This philosophy Of Cicely's, al
though crudely put and very SIM
lied.
Jean was glad to know. that a
better understanding existed be-
tween herself and Cicely. There had
been times during her visit when she
had felt that cicely resented eTia3 ds her fr
hung perilously on the ragged edge
of nothing, but after all things had
come right, and on the train speed
ing west, she gave herself up to
the thought of seeing Mark. The
remembrance of the ranch brought a
lump into her throat; and Mark
himself she hardly dared to visual
ize She had only to close her eyes
to see him, the long, lean height
of him, the way his hair, crisp and
dark, grew back from his forehead,
the strength Of his mouth which
could be almost cruel at times, but
which she had seen grow tender as
he looked at her, and most Of all,
the strange, bright blue eyes into
which she had never dared to look
for long. She had told herself In
the past that it was because she
hated and feared him, now she knew
that it had been because of her
fear to trust herself, because she
knew that Mark might call out
something in her that she feared
and did not know.
In Chicago, after hesitating
long time, she finally dispatched
telegram to the ranch. At first she
had thought Of going On without
notifying Mark, but that might
mean a wait of several days in
Galicia, which would be anything
but pleasant.
Go Be Continued)