Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-05-05
CHAPTER XLHI
A Little Journey

YN HER own room, Anne was making prep
1 arations to leave. She moved about the
~ room like an automaton gathering only
the barest necessities together, and when her
small bag was finally packed she went to the
drawer of her dressing table and took out
her purse.
Every impulse in her cried out against TAX
ing any of Steees money with her, but there
was Elinor to be considered and she must
have money to tide her over until she could
get work. In her pocketbook she found $45
in bills, and some small change. Her balance
at the bank came to nearly $500, but she
placed her bank and check book on the table
where they would be sure to be found. She
could not use penny of that, and what she
was taking with her she would pay back just
as soon as she could.
Ten minutes later with a cape thrown
around her, and in a small hat from which
floated a black veil, she was going down in
the elevator, and in half an hour she was
sitting in the stuffy day coach of one Of the
suburban trains.
Any one who had taken the trouble to look
at her closely would have seen her small face
white and set under the protecting mesh of
the veil. Her eyes gazed straight ahead, like
sleep-walker's, and when she aHghted ae
small country station, she slipped quickly
around to the back and began to walk swift
1y down a narrow street on either side OF
own little grass plot and all absurdly alike.
She turned in at one of these and as she
rang the doorbell. emotion swept over her for
the first time She felt a sudden trembling
through all her body and singing sensa-
ton in her eyelids, and as the front door
was flung open she had to fight for COM
posture before she could speak!
who is it," said a womans voice ut
so dark can't see thing"
otis I. Mrs. Higgins" and Anne's voice
trembled over the words.
The next moment the woman had drawn
her through the small dark hall and into a
square box of parlor, and Anne had sunk
down into chair, fighting against the dead
ly faintness that was threatening to over
whelm her.
The woman called Mrs Higgins brought a
glass of water, and Anne drank it, thirstily.
Finally she lool ed up with a faint smile.
II haven't been well,' she explained apollo
getically. land l walked up from the station.
I guess it was too much for me- How is the
Qbaby? Is everything all right?"
Her eyes were fixed on the older woman S
face and there was something about the ex-
preston of it that brought Anne suddenly
to her feet. Tell me! She isn't sick again,
is she? She seemed so we'll when I was here
a week ago."
"She was we'll, she seemed fine until yes
terday, but last night I noticed that she had
taken another cold and feverish. [ sent
for the doctor this morning, and I expect
MIN III d lew minutes Ill Sldu YOU We couIe'
Mrs. Temple. Do you want to go right up
| stairs and see herr"
! On the way upstairs Mrs. Higgins tried to
be reassuring. you mustn't get yourself all
worked up and excited you'll need all your
strength if the doctor finds that it's serious. "
But Anne did not answer She could not
! She was half wild with fear and anxiety
iElinor was i'll. Elinor, her own little baby.
Suppose something happened to take her
away!
20, God" she prayed agonizingly, don't
! let her die"
And then at last she was beside the bed
| and was bending fearfully over the small
| flushed face on the pillow.
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