Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-07-07
r T SEEMED to Jean that she
travelled for hours on the

r T SEEMED to Jean that she
travelled for hours on the
jumpy, numbering wagon that
carried them on the last stage
of their journey, For the most part
the country was as she had expect
ed it would be, flat and uninterest-
ing, although the air was wonder
full and the dull headache which she
had had on, the train soon left her.
They drove on and on, Jean doing
and waking UP again, fearful that
she would fall against Mark in her
sleep and, therefore, hardly daring
to close her eyes. which somehow
refused to stay open.
Are you tired?" Mark asked once,
bending toward her.
She shrank away; from him. mo
thank you" she returned, and then
closed her eyes once more, for what
she thought would be only a mo-
nent, or two. but when she .awoke
low dark buildings were looming UP
in front of them, and she found he1
head comfortably pillowed on her
husbands shoulder.
She sat up instantly, her cheeks
burning.
Are we there?" she asked eagerly
Eyes, we're just driving into the
corral" Mark returned, and Jean
fancied that there was quick
1t meant homecoming.
She was conscious of the yelp of
dogs as Mark leaped down from the
wagon, and then she was being pi-
loted toward the house, which looked
dark and unfriendly.
A wide Veranda stretched along
one side and the front of the low
dwelling. and curiously Jean climbed
the one step and hesitated for a mo-
ment on the threshold Of what was
to be her new home.
Lights were burning inside, but
the room was 50 large that even the
lamplight left shadows everywhere
There were Indian rugs all over the
floor, and straight, plain furniture
which looked somehow appropriate
and comfortable.
An Indian. woman shuffled across
the floor and looked at Jean>curious.
ly. Mark spoke to her.
Mana, this is Mrs. Brand; take
her to her. room and do everything
she says" ....
The woman nodded with the true
Indians disregard of speech, and
Jean, without a word to Mark, fol-
lowed her into room which opened
as she was, Jean looked about her
eagerly. Evidently this had been
Marks own room, for bookshelves
had been built into the walls and
there were other evidences of q
mans taste. There was a deep win.
dow seat and swinging easement
windows, at which Jean cried out
delightfully."-. The bed was low and
very plain, as though it had beer
made by hand. and there was a blu.
reau to matnh. Everything looked
clean and big and spacious.
Mana brought hot water, which
she poured into a folding canvas tub
and then with a little grunt she
went out and left Jean alone.
Jean wasted no time in getting un
| dressed, for she was very tired. She
bathed hurriedly rummaged in hel
bag for her night things, and was
| Just about to climb into bed wher
Mana returned carrying a tray con
| tanning some bread and butter, {
bowl of soup and some hot tea. She
squatted in a corner while Jean ate
| then she silently removed the tub
/ coming back in few minutes fol
| the tray.
1t wasn't until Jean. was in bee
| that she realized how rudely she ha(
| left Mark. She hadn't said good
night to him and she had given hin
no chance to spek to her. She re
| membered that he had stood lookins
| after her as she left the room. HI
had expected her to say something
appreciative, no doubt, Well, h
would see very quickly that sh,
had no idea of compromising.