Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-07-07
CHAPTER XVI
LOrry at Bay
ERRINGTON carried his wife a

Y r ERRINGTON carried his wife all the
Fl way home.
Slight as she was, she was tall and
well-made, but he did not seem conscious of
her weight, and Lorry, in spite of her dart
ing pains in her ankle, realized that he was
only too glad of an excuse to show to the
world that he owned her, and her helpless
ness only served to make his ownership the
more terrifying.
Leaning against him. she could feel the
Nsteady beat of his heart. She was forced to
clasp her arms around his neck in order to
balance herself and she could have cried
aloud at the ignominious end of her happy
day. Now she would be chained to her room,
she would be more in his power than ever,
and yet, there was one thing that she had
discovered in that moment when Courtney
had leaped ahead of Barry in order to lift
her up Loving her as he did, possessively,
selfishly; it would be easy to make him jeal-
Gus. He had not wanted Barry to touch her,
that much was clear. Barry must have seen
it too, and in that case she could make him
miserable by being nice to other men.
1t seemed a petty revenge, but Lorry was
not normal these days She would have
seized upon anything to relieve what she
thought of as Courtneys tyranny. Barry An
drews had made her think of Tom. His COM
partnership had served to revive memories of
the old days, and it seemed to her now that
she wanted Tom more than ever.
Why had she married Courtney Herring
ton? Why hadn't she been brave enough to
defy his power over her, why hadn't she
waited? Had he bewitched her? 1t must have
been something like that, or she would have
waited. Better a marriage to any one else
than one that could never mean anything but
bondage. So ran her thoughts as Courtney
STROBE along over the uneven path, holding
her carefully SO not to jar her any more
than was absolutely necessary.
In her own room, he stood over her while
a doctor bound her foot tightly in yards of
bandaging. And after it was all over when
she was alone with him and felt his eyes upon
her it was more than she could bear.
She raised her eyes to his face, forgetting
for the time her fear of meeting his glance.
Il wish you would co. she said family,
Il want to be alone"
Without word, he turned on his heel and
left her, and after time, she fell asleep, her
head resting against the pillows that he had
piled back of her in the big chair
But he was there again when she awoke
and behind him stood smiling maid, bear
ing laden tray. Deity she placed a small
table before Lorry, and spread out tempt
ing meal before her. but after she had gone.
Lorry sat listlessly looking at the food, MAX
ing no attempt to eat.
Would you rather I'd go?" he asked
finally, and the remark. coming from him
who had never stopped to consult her wishes
filled her with surprise.
Again she glanced up at him, and then as
quickly looked away.
at doesn't matter" she said finally, In a
tired little voice. Nothing Matters And
then as he still stood there she looked I'D at
him, passion suddenly choking her.
You say you love me. Do you call>it love
to make prisoner of me? My idea of love
is different. Love should be free to give or
withhold, there should be no question of
chains about it. Whenever you look at me- |
am reminded of the fact that belong to you
it has always been that way. have never had
any wishes in the matter: you demand and
obey. Is that your idea of love? Once you
said that l would some day come to love you,
but | want you to know now that such a
thing is impossible. / hate you every day |
hate you more. The only thing that would
bring me any happiness would be the thought
of never seeing you again. And now that you
and leave me alone!'"
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