Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-09-11

But L Snall see you again! you Will let
me see you again."
She hesitated; she wanted to say No
but his pleading eyes checked the refusal
After all, he had been good to her, and
she badly wanted friend. She tried to
temporize.
eff you will tell me your address, I will
write to you
''You will forget to when I am gone.
Il will not l promise l will see you
again"
He took a little pocketbook from his coat,
tore out a fyleaf and wrote something on it.
You promise me? You will keep your
promse?'
Yes"
She did not even glance at what he had
written. She put it away in little bag she
carried.
and now l must say goodby."
She shook hands with him hurriedly. She
was anxious to be rid of him now. She
stepped off the path without looking where
she was going, to cross the road. 1t was
very dark just where they were standing.
She never saw taxicab bearing swiftly down
upon her, till Evans shouted:
Look out!" and then: ooh, My God"
He made a dash forward to snatch her
back but it was too late. Mary was only
conscious of a confusion of shouts and noises,
and flashing lights, and dull, slckening
pain, before she went doWn-doWn-lnto
bottomess blackness.
Evans was out in the road in an instant,
and kneeling beside Mary's PROSTATE figure.
She was lying on her backbone arm be-
meath her-her face upturned.
A crowd gathered instantly. 1t is remark
able where the people come from when an
accident occurs. A moment since the road
had seemed curiously empty of pedestrians;
but now Young Evans looked round with
a sort of impatient anger at the crowd OF
curious faces staring at the UNCONSCIOUS
woman.
A policeman had arrived, and he was
making the usual copious notes; the taxi
driver had left the wheel of his car, and was
standing pale and shaken, on the curb.
"She stepped right off the curb under the
cab he said, over and over again, agltaten-
Iy. II sounded me horn, but she never look
ed where she was coming. 1t wasn't my
fault, now, were it, sir
He appealed to Evans, who was kneel1ns
at Marys side.
The young man looked up and shook his
head. "No. I think it was her own fault;
she didn't look where she was going.
He had raised Marys head on his arm;
someone in the crowd had unplnned her nat
and removed it, Her hair had become un-
coiled. and fell heavily over his shoulder
els she dead? Do you think she is dead?
Evans put his question fearfully. He had
never seen anyone look SO white IN all MS
life; her hands lay with such inert helpless
ness on the pavement.
The policeman shook his head ponderously
"Bless your heart, no-stunned DID,
that's all. A friend of yours, Is she
yes
ooh. Then you can give me her name and
address,"
Evans looked confused
81 don't know her address-her name IS
Mary Furnival" He hesitated, then aooeu'
sI haven't seen her for some time TIL TINS
accidentally, l
at all where she is living
She'll have to go along to the hospital
Capable hands lifted her into the taxi
Evans watched them unhapplly Ihey seem
ed to handle her SO roughly, ne thought Win
little shrinking pain in his kind heart. He
was relieved when the policeman told him ne
must come along, too. He held her mana
during the short ride to the hospital once
when the guardian of the law was looking
the other way, he bent his head and gently
kissed it.
Supposing she were dead! Or supposlng
she we're to die. He could not bear to think
of it, He wondered what David Brethertoh
would say, could he know. he knew thaC 1t
was his duty to tell him, and yet-there was
something so sweet in knowing that Tor the
moment at least he was Mary's only TREND
In the hospital they took her from him
People came and asked him string OF
questions The bare cleanliness of the nos
ptal got on his nerves; he would hate TO die
in hospital-he hated the idea of leaving
Mary here amongst strangers.
They left him alone in small waiting
room for what seemed an eternity. Present
" Young man who looked like student
came back to him. He held something in
his hand.
1--WE found this on Miss Furnival," he
said "There is an address written at the
back Do you suppose it is her own ADDRESS
or would it be the address OF her relatives!
hal q n
The young man took it hesitatingly. The
case was opened, and a roughly printed anna
teur portrait of David Bretherton looked up
at him from beneath the oval glass.
He turned it over mechanically AT the
back was written:
"Taken at the Red Grange, Selmont."
For a moment he did not speak. His mind
was in a whirl, a bitter feeling of jealousy
was stabbing his heart.
She must care for David then. or she
wouldn't be wearing his portrait He raised
his ewes to those of the man watching him.
"She used to live at the Red Grange, but
that is some time ago. Her friends have left
there now
1t was deliberate lie. and he was bitter
lv ashamed of it the moment it was uttered.
But he wanted so desperately badly to nave
Mary in his care and keeping for little
longer If the Brethertons knew where she
was, and what had happened, they would
come at once to claim her, even if only in a
spirit of unfriendliness.
The young doctor accepted the explana-
ton.
''You don't know if she has mother-or
anyone. them" he asked.
"No," Evans was glad to be able TO an
swer this question truthfully, at least. He
did not know; he knew nothing about her
beyond the little she had told him and the
very LITTLE he had inadvertently discovered.