Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-06-09
CHAPTER "
Lost Faith

TT seemed a strange place for tragedy to en-
ter, this girls room with its rose-colored
lights, its luxuriously appointed dressing
table, it's little white bed with the covers
turned back for the night.
And yet tragedy had entered, for as the
strange girl ceased talking, Lorry sat rigid as
If her body had suddenly turned to stone. She
was trying to realize the truth, her mind was
trying to grasp the import of what thu girl
had said and yet it somehow seemed too hor-
rible to believe-it was like experiencing a
grotesque nightmare from which she must
awake sooner or later.
cts true them" Lorry's words came
jerkily.
GAS God Is my Witness" the girl returned
passionately. ASK him if you don't believe
me. He'll tell you the truth, he'll have to; for
If you say the word I'll face him with it,
ooh, no, mol" Lorry shuddered away from
the thought of such a thing. Somehow
can't realize it," she went on piteously.
"But it was right for me to tell you" the
girl went on quickly. "You see that dont
you? [ didn't come here to make trouble for
you deliberately, but l wanted you to know
that he can't be trusted. He told me he loved
me, and believed him. He loves you now
but some day it may be some one else"
Lorry flung out her hands. please, please"
she gasped, choking the words. 81 can't
bear any more"
Again there was silence, and after mo-
I'd better go now she said tentatively But
remember this: don't want him-I wouldn't
have him if he came to me. Tell me you be-
neve that-tell mel" Her voice was huskily
passionate.
'I-beteve you" But Lorry did not move
and the stranger still hesitated. What are
you going to do?" she asked after an inter
val.
II don't know. don't know what to do;
must think" She pushed her hand through
a hj0y
doing that she could stop the dull throb in
her head. The room seemed whirling around
with her everything was unreal, and all she
wanted was to be alone so that she could
THINK. If only the girl would go!
AS though sensing the situation the stran
ger spoke again.
L know you want me to go, but want to
be sure that you're not holding it against me
because | came here. There are women like
that-theyd rather not know, and after all
ne may love you more than be loved me- You.
might have been happy with him Perhans
you re sorry didn't mind my own business"
That remark galvanized Lorry into action
and she sprang to her feet. Don't feel like
that. I'm glad you told me; am grateful to
you. wish there was something 1 could do
Tor you to make you realize that. But must
De alone now. l must think. I must decide
what to do"
Tears choked her voice and as If In a
dream she realized that her cheeks were wet
one turned away SO that the stranger might
not see her cry, and in that moment the girl
without another word, stole out of the room
closing the door softly behind her.
AND now realization burst full on Lorry
Tom had failed her! Tom, whom she had
loved, and with whom she had felt so safe
was not to be trusted. 1t was incredible but
true nevertheless. There had been no mis-
taking the truth in the girls story. and that
being the case, everything was over! There
would be no wedding tomorrow; there would
be no glad wearing of the white satin dress
no gay going away into new life And Tom!
Tom with his lazy voice and his good-natured
smile; she would never see him again. she
never wanted to see him again, never!
Tuesday, Tangled Threads" Read the
synopsis and start this serial. You will find il
very interesting.