The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934, August 19, 1921, Image 8
rnpypr/ma^^^KSf//.^m/vY GREENWOOD CEMETERY. Synopsis. Robert llervey Ran dolph, young New York man-about town, leaves the home of his sweet heart, Madge Van Telller, cha grined because of her refusal of his proposal of marriage. His Income, SIO,OOO a year, which he must sur render If a certain Miss Imogen Pamela Thornton (whom he has seen only as a small girl ten years before) Is found, is not considered by the girl of his heart adequate to modern needs. In a “'don't care" mood Randolph enters a taxi, un seen by the driver, and is driven to the stage door of a theater. A man he knows, Duke Beamer, In duces a girl to enter the cab. Beamer, attempting to follow. Is pushed back by Randolph and the cab moves on. His new acquaint ance tells Randolph she Is a cho rus girl, and has lost her position. She is in distress, even hungry, and he takes her to his apartment. There, after lunch, a chance re mark convinces him the girl is the missing Pamela Thornton. He does not tell her of her good fortune, but secures her promise to stay in the flat until the morning and leaves her. Realizing that the girl’s reappearance has left hint practi cally penniless, he bribes the taxi driver to let him take his Job, and leaving word with the legal repre sentative of the Thornton estate where he can find Pamela, takes up his new duties under the name of Slim Hervey." One evening he is engnged by Beacher Tremont, no torious profligate, to drive him and Madge to a hostelry known as "Greenwood.” PART ll—Continued. —6— Mr. Slim ITervey, chauffeur, was still plunged In reverie when his senses were assailed by a whiff of lilac, a mere nuance of perfume, that pro claimed the approach of Miss Madge Van Telller. lie jumped out just in time to throw open the door of his cab for the couple and trike the mur mured order of Mr. Beacher Tremont. "All right. Hit It up for Greenwood.” Luckily for the cabman’s entertain ment, his engine was working in si lent perfection that night. The late hour gave him almost undisputed right of way so that driving became an automatic adjustment of his course in line with the curb an 4 released his attention to gorge itself at leisure with eaves-dropping. By sqqirmlng his shoulders he managed to cock one ear over the top of his high overcoat collar; it was the ear next to the open speaking-slot. “What a dream of a night,” said the clear voice of Miss Van Teilier. “Shall I be a traitor to my sex and betray one of its secrets to you?” “Please do,” murmured Mr. Tre mont. From the very tone of his voice one could divine that he had slipped an arm around her and was holding her close. “Well, it’s this," she continued. “Women are not conquered by man alone, but by man and atmosphere. We never rush at the precipice; we flutter toward it with many stops and pauses. The silliest breezes of im pulse may carry us on or a puff of unkind aid hold us back. It all really depends on the man imposing his at mosphere so steadily that the drifting soul of woman forgets its inborn title to vagrancy and sleepily assumes its enemy’s goal.” “Madge,” said Mr. Tremont almost earnestly, “you frighten me. I never knew 7 you could talk like that. You frighten me because I have a terror of analyzed personal relations.” Randolph could hear a faint rustling of her robe as though she had nestled closer to her escort. “I never meant to startle you, Beacher,” her voice continued, not quite so clear. Into its tone had crept, hesitatingly, a trace of unaccustomed emotion. “I was only warning you. Every man can make a world of his arms for one woman; not all can hold the illusion to be yond possession.” “I can, if you will only help me,” whispered Tremont, and paused as though his own earnestness were tak ing him by surprise. “I wonder,” said Miss Van Teilier. “You have played the right game. You have never said a vulgar thing to me or stooped to the usual hypo crisies; those are compliments by in ference that have flattered the best that Is in me. Yon have set the play in a high plane that winning, wins all of me; but —” “But what?” asked Tremont. “But thei*e Is danger in the high flight,” finished Miss Van Telller. “An air-pocket in your atmosphere and, pouf! all Is lost —the good in me that you will have missed as well as the bad that you could have won by a baser effort.” “What do you mean?” asked Tre mont, no longer making the slightest effort to hide his awakened Interest. “I was thinking,” said Miss Tel lier, dreamily, “that every woman is a gcoup of three Individuals. Shall I tell you their names?” “Yes,” said Tremont. “The first,” continued the girl, her voice floating from her as though carried on the bosom of her dream, “is called Flesh; the second, Spirit, and the third —the third 1 shall name the Veiled God.” “Madge!” cried Tremont, and Ran dolph, listening with all his ears, could almost feel the clutch on his own arms with which the man had seized the girl’s, as though to drag her back from her mind’s far distance. “People wonder,” she continued, her mood unbroken, “at the wreck of ap parently perfect marriages and yet it’s so simple to any woman that it’s amazing that I should be the first to display our open secret. Only the complete lover can be secure of his beloved. Beacher. He who wins her flesh alone leaves her spirit to betray him, and he who wins the spirit alone is* in mortal danger of the woman of the flesh.” “The explanation,” said Tremont, whimsically, “is so feminine that it confuses. If you had said that each woman is a trinity and must be thrice won before a man’s honor can feel secure, understanding would be a sim ple matter. Did you leave out the Veiled God purposely or just to be different and avoid the obvious?” “To avoid the obvious is an instinct of breeding,” said Miss Van Telller, “and I would never blush for doing it; but where would your thoughts be now If I had said just what you expected, If I had treated the Veiled God ns a matter of fact! Oh, no! One can clip with words the wings of flesh and spirit, but not of the Veiled God in woman, for its very essence is a de ferred possession.” She paused, but as Tremont clung to the silence, she presently contin ued. VThe complete lover is the man who having conquered all the heights of flesh and spirit in his mistress, dwells consciously in the presence of an undiscovered god and gazes out upon a broad land eternally promised, never materially seized. Few are the men —few are the men—” Her voice trailed off as though her thoughts had run ahead of words and reached final ity without the use of the spoken phrase. “Few are the men who attain to that serene security,” Tremont fin ished for her, only half conscious of what he was saying. Randolph could her the rustle of her turning to her companion. “How wonderful,” she said. “That is what I thought, but didn’t say.” “Madge,” said Tremont, “what have you done? It’s true that I have never stooped to hypocrisies with you and that 1 have never while with you spoken a vulgar word. Did you think that I have been knowingly wise? Well, 1 haven’t. I didn’t know until this moment why I chose a rare and high atmosphere to reach you. Now I know. It was because you were there. I chose only to come to you rather than drag you down to the drab of the usual. What you have done is to carry me higher than I ever meant to go. You have taken me off the beaten path and showed me an un expected treasure. I’m no longer my self. I am cold and afraid.” Randolph could feel that the speak er was drawing away from the girl and a moment later his senses were to surpass thems'elves In additional divination. "You are afraid of that woman in me?” asked Miss Van Tei lier softly. “What about this one?” And then it was that Randolph’s de ductive antennue quivered under their burden of intelligence. He knew as certainly as though he had faced about that an adorable Madge, tender and wide-eyed, had slipped her bare arms around Beacher Tremont’s neck and kissed him on the mouth. There was a long silencff; then HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY, McDONOUGH, GEORGIA. came Tremont’s voice, thick and strange to the ear. "A moment ago," it said, "I was afraid for you; now I’m afraid for myself. I am like a man who has carelessly dropped a lighted match and finds himself with in the ring of a prairie fire. 1 can only wonder at my stupidity in think ing of you in connection with a casual possession and not as a consuming flame. You see? Already you have burned through the thin crust of lies that guards man from definite seizure by woman —any woman.” “Kiss me, Beacher," murmured the girl’s voice as though his words had swirled around and by her, leaving her purpose untouched. “Take me and hold me carefully where no un kind air can drive me from you. Take all the women in me —one by one if you must.” At that moment Mr. Robert H. Ran dolph, in tlie person of Slim Hervey, chauffeur, very nearly wrecked his four-cylinder argosy with its burden of three futes, still Individually and collectively indispensable to the con tinuity of this yarn. He missed the ditch by a hair’s breath, caught his own with a gasp, returned to the mid dle of the broud highway and fixed his attention on a certain very definite matter with which it had been more or less constantly concerned ever since he had been directed to hit it up for Greenwood. The road to that well-known hostel ry was usefully devious and fares were seldom worried as to how any particular driver set out to find this choicest of needles in the hay-stack of the country inns that dot the land scape of Westchester and adjacent counties as long as he brought the search to a successful end somewhere this side of the pangs of hunger. Nevertheless, had not Mr. Tremont, himself a motorist of no mean experi ence, been completely absorbed by the sudden discovery that he had sis right arm around an entirely iww world, he would have been struck in evitably by two things. First, tbst this was certainly not any one of the climbing roads to the Greenwood hos telry; second, that the man at the wheel knew more about losing his way in the vicinity of Manhattan and find ing it again than did the combined roadmaps of the United States and its allies —supposing it to have had allies at the time. However. Mr. Tre- c? ‘Greenwood Cemetery, Sir," He Barked mont’s absorption was not only abso lute but continuous so that it held him in its inexorable grip right up to the moment of ghastly awakening and even over the edge. He was just say ing, “My darling, never fear. I’m taking you to a place so quiet and so guarded that this dream which you have dressed in an unexpected glory can flow on unbroken as long as we are true to It and to ourselves,” when the cab drew up at a solemn and im pressive portal. Without leaving his seat, the cab man reached back, unlatched the door and threw It open. “Greenwood ceme tery, sir.” he barked. The girl was first to grasp the words, the time and the place. “Oh!” she gasped, and in the sound of her cry Mr. Randolph could divine her whole body suddenly stiffening to a tense awakening and to the stabbing memory of the last time she had come to this still place, her heart bursting with its long farewell to all that was left of her mother. Then came Mr. Beacher Tremont’s voice in oldtime familiar tones. "Greenwood cemetery! Why, you tri plicate blockhead, I said Greenwood hostelry. Of all the d —n fools! What the devil — What the h —l1 — What the — What —” He choked himself Into a gulping Inarticulate silence as he climbed from the cab to look in the face the sum total of all human stupidity. No sooner had he alighted than Miss Van Telller found herself in voice again. “Oh! oh 1” she moaned, pressing her hands to her eyes, achingly open, “take me away from here.” "Sure, miss,” said Mr. Randolph promptly, threw in bis clutch and was off. “Hi, you! D —n you! Hey! You! Driver! Confound your d —d imper tinence ! Hey! How am I going to get home?” The first of these cries was very plainly, the last very faintly heard by Mr. Randolph. After them came down the wind something that sounded very much like the ghost of a wail of despair, but the driver paid no heed. His attention was absorbed by something quite different; the dry sobs of a little heap of smoke-colored chiffon. Detours, subterfuges and the finesse of the road-faker were swept from Randolph’s mind; he made straight for the bridge and home, but long be fore they reached the river all sound had ceased to issue from the cab and in its stead reigned a purposeful, al most menacing silence. What was she thinking in there? What could she think? Why didn’t she go right on crying and keep her mind fully occupied with that? As they swept down the Incline from the bridge into City Hall park he suddenly realized that he had been on the verge of giving himself away. He half turned his head and shouted through the speaking-slot, “What ad dress, miss?” “Bobby, I hate you.** (TO BE CONTINUED.) SHRINES BEYOND ALL PRICE United States Has Many That Are In expressibly Dear to the Hearts of the People. This old Plymouth church belongs to the noble dead, to the living only as trustees, but by way of pre-emi nence it belongs to the generations that are as yet unborn. Civilization journeys forward partly on books, partly upon the memorial days of great men, who are builders of the state, upon organized laws and finally upon historic buildings. No one can fully value the Influence of the Temple in Jerusalem upon the Hebrew state. In like manner the Parthenon was like an invisible teach er, whose strong hands shaped the plastic soul of the Greek race, There are half a dozen buildings in Great Britain, including Westminster abbey and St. Paul’s, and to take those buildings out of England’s life would be like taking the intellect out of man’s body. 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