Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-04-14
CHAPTER -XXXIV
Tho MarrioOo R0nd

NTEELE had kept his word about deposit
ing money to Anne's account and she had
~ her own check book and kept her own
stubs. He did not even ask to see them, and
if he had but known it, Anne was very eco
nomicaI. She spent as little as possible, and
her bills for clothes were sent to Steele at the
office. The question of money had never
again come up between them, and it was with
out fear of detection that on the first of every
month Anne went to the postoffice, wrote out
money order, sealed it in envelope and
dropped it in the box.
After the dinner party she never again
made the mistake of returning home late for
dinner, but twice every week she left the
house shortly after Steele had gone to the of
flee and returned late in the afternoon.
On these occasions her taWny eyes would
wear an almost unearthly look and when she
met Steele at dinner her mood would range
from one of gay hilarity to shy tenderness, she
would be little girl one minute, and all woman
the next, and she would show her love fo1
him in a hundred ways that were intoxicating
ly sweet.
On one of these evenings, Steele had In
sisted upon breaking a dinner engagement sc
that they might be alone together.
"We're always going somewhere. [ never
have you to myself" he had said when she
protested. And he had had his way After
dinner they sat in the big living room before
an open fire. Steele had given orders that
they were not at home to any one, and sitting
back in big easy chair, he felt that he had
never been so happy and content. Tonight
Anne seemed nearer to him, she was not SO
elusive and he forgot every doubt that he had
ever had.
"Do you know I love you?" he said, leaning
forward suddenly.
Her small face broke up into tenderness.
mot SO much as [ love you
He laughed that to scorn.
"Ah, but it's true, dear" she returned
quickly "a womans love is different from a
mans; it's not so possessive, perhaps, but it
stands the acid test [ would love you no
matter what happened"
"And you think my love might fail the acid
test?"
81 don't know. I hope not" Her eyes be-
came suddenly thoughtful and looking at her,
he knew that she was remembering the night
when he had failed her.
Before he could speak, she had risen to her
feet and coming over to him had sat down III
a small stool close beside her.
"You do believe that 1 love you with all my
hearth"
"Yes"
"Then, you will believe me when say that
loving you like that I could not be unworthy
of your love for me.
1t was her way of asking him to trust her
as she had trusted him, and it seem
ed to Steele at that moment that he
could never again doubt her. He felt
singularly light hearted and hopeful
for the future For the first time since their
marriage, he felt confident, secure, and quite
ed to impress upon her that his love would
stand any test, no matter how severe
STOPPING down, he lifted her up in his arms
and sat there holding her, his cheek against
the bright waves of her hair.
Il want to be worthy of your love for me,
he said with a deep note in his voice. Il
want to prove to you that my love is as big as
yours. Can you believe that?''
"Yes," she breathed, turning her head so
that she whispered the words against his
A h9t thew close
in spirit, and Steele felt himself tnvincible,
superior. AS though it were possible for
Anne's love to be greater than his, the idea
was absurd. And yet time was to prove to
him that a womans love is the biggest thing
in the world.
Next, '"rhe Blow Falls" Renew your sub
scriptiOn now so as not to miss an instalment
Of this splendid story.
She was one of those women who want to
see everything there is in the shop. She was
looking for hose and the obsequ1ous and
Obliging salesman got down everything in
sight within radius Of half mile. After
the counters had been strewn with hose of
every size and shape and cOlor-boX on box,
dozens on dozens-he said There, madam,
is our stock"
els that all you have?" asked the woman,
her voice showing disappointment.
The salesman paused.
Eyes, ma am he replied Except the pair
I've got on
A traveller on the desert came upon lone
stock raiser on the lower Colorado river. TIE
chief feature of the barren ranch was giant
heap of irewood, and curiosity caused the
visitor to ask how in the world the stockman
happened to posses it. "Wa-al," he drawled,
"last year this here brush came piling down
the river at flood time, and so I jest roundet
up bunch of Indians and told them they cd
have half of all they drug ashore. Golly, them
Indians worked"