Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, August 05, 1913, Image 6

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"trwjMF’r ■w THE WOMAN JHOU QAVESI I ML ' By> Hall Caine Author of “The Christian,” Etc. Daysey May me and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSID& TK is Is the Story the Whole Country Is Talking About. Read the Sy nopsis and Installment and Con tinue It in Hearst sMagazme for August, Just Out. SYNOPSIS D aniel o’neill. a powerful. **ir- marte m^ r . forces hi* only daugh ter. Mary, into a loveless mar riage with the impecunious and prof ligate Lord Raa, so that his ambi tion to have his descendants the right ful heirs of the one earldom in Elian may be realized. Mary, a convent- raised young woman, shocked to find her husband a man of sordid, sensual passions, refuses utterly to have any thing to do with him until such time as he can prove himself worthy of her love. During the honeymoon abroad Alma Lier. a divorcee, who had been expelled from the convent Mary attended in Rome, attaches herself to the party and makes the “honeymoon trip” a long series of slights and in sults for Lady Raa At last Lady Raa becomes certain of the infidelity of her husband and of his misconduct with Alma Lier. On her return to London Mary encounters her old play-fellow. Martin Conrad, who has returned from his triumph ant expedition to the Antarctic. Drawm into ever closer relations with the only man for whose friendship she had ever cared. Mary finally awakes to the fact that she is hopelessly in love with Martin. Terrified by this knowledge, and finding herself more and more in love with Martin, she determines to run away from the cause of her distress, and go home. Mary's home-coming to Castle Raa Is a sad affair Her husband fills the tumble-down old mansion with his fast friends from London. including Alma Lier. who assumes control of the household Tltimately the illness of her father offers Mary excuse for escape from the intolerable environ ment. But before visiting her old home Mary appeals in turn to her Bishop and to her father’s lawyer, only to be told that neither church nor state can offer any relief from her false position She returns next day to Castle Raa to find that Martin is arriving for a farewell visit, and that by Alma Ller's deceitful scheming the whole house party has gone off for a few* days’ cruise During her three days alone with her lover Mary fights a grim battle with temptation, only to find on the last night that her faith in renun ciation and the laws of the church is a fragile thing compared with her overwhelming lo\e for this pure-hearted man. With Martin’s passionate words. ‘You are my re.al wife. 1 am your real husband,’' ring ing in her brain she forgets every thing else, and with strong steps walks across the corridor to Martin’s bedroom. This is the action which Martin has advised as being the only course open to them which is sure to bring the one result they have decided to attain—Mary’s divorce from Lord Raa Mary decides, after the departure of Martin Conrad, to hide herself in London. She is driven by fear of Lord Raa’s discovery of her unfaith fulness to him; she is equally afraid of the venomous tongue of Alma Lier. She is no sooner settled in a cheap, little boarding house in Lon don than a great hue and cry is raised by her father. Of all persons, it is Mildred, that one truest friend of her convent days, who ferrets her out; but for Mary's sake she breaks a vow and refuses to give her up. Then comes the report of the loss of Martin’s ship in the Antarctic. The report is false, but Mary, who flees from Mildred to a still more obscure part of London, is plunged into the depth of black despair from which she Is saved only by the birth of her child. Mother hood is poignant with joy and sorrow, but poverty compels Mary to deny herself of even its privileges; she de cides to leave her child with a poor family in Ilford while she searches for ern ploy men t. V t jr j HEX President Chauncey De- VV vere Appleton amended the platform to *preside at the 149th convening of the Children’s Con gress, called in session extraordinary he did not take a seat in the presi dent's chair, as was his custom, but remained .standing in rather a con strained. unnatural attitude. The secretary read the report of the previous meeting; the treasurer reported three Rennie-, a marble and a gumdrop in the treasury; Tommy Nuckles, aged 3, sang. “Oh, I’m a Pirate Brave,” breaking down on the second verse in stage fright; Leoni das Smith, when called for an open ing prayer, could think of nothing but “Now I lay me,” and repeated that; and through It all the president re mained standing. The sniffling of three sleepy chil dren; the whispered scoldings given them by older sisters; the wails of one little girl who dropped her doll and broke it, and the restless move ment of 40 pairs of feet were all that disturbed the solemn hush when President Appleton wiped his brow and waved his hand in token that he was ready to speak. “The thought 1 will give you to take home to-day,” he began, the weight of a sad experience giving gravity to his voice, “is that none of you must take your mothers literally “I am 7. and wrhile I believe that I have reached an age of dignity and wisdom, my mother does not always agree with me.” A groan swept the house that caused the sleeping delegates to awaken and cry to go home. “Overcome with pain recently.” he resumed, “at the slap I received from my sister w r hen I used her oil paints in decorating my dog, I broke Into tears. “‘Don’t cry,’ said my’mother. 13e a man!’ ‘‘‘Be a man!’ It sounded good to me. and I resolved to be one. “That evening I watched ray father closely, and the next day I tried to ‘be a man.’ I grumbled about my break fast. I picked up the morning paper and scattered it all over the house; I collected father’s cigar stumps and left one on the piano, two In the fern dish, three on the dresser, and four, with ashes and matches, on the din ing room tablecloth. I threw’ one of my slippers under the bed and hung the *>ther on the bathroom door knob: I hung ties on everything, from the pictures in the parlor to the hall chandeJier; I threw the contents of the top chiffonier drawer on the floor, and was swearing about my collar button, when my mother heard me. “‘I am trying to “be a man!’” I cried when* she grabbed me. ‘You told me to be a man!’ I wailed when she began to punish me. “Brother and sister delegates, my appeal was in vain!” Then he turned and walked stiffly and painfully from the platform. He hadn’t sat down‘during the entire ses sion. Every week for months and months I carried a large black bag of ready-made garments back and forth to the large shops in the West End. Oh, how I dreaded those tripe, haunted as they were by the terror of accidentally meeting Sister Mildred. Again and again I was ready to give up, but always that one thought came, and I whispered to myself: “For baby’s sake.” I did not dare even to ask my employer to give me something else to do, for I could not forget his words as he had said with a s gnificant smile: “You vill be gradeful and convenience your em ployer, mine child.” Still, in spite of my fears, I never saw a familiar face among the multitudes that passed through the streets like waves under the moon at sea. But what sights I saw for all that! What piercing, piteous proofs that between the rich and poor there is a great gulf fixed! Memorandum by Martin Conrad. M' prreat-hearted, heroic little woman! All this time I. in my vain belief that our expedition was of some consequence to the world, was trying to comfort myself with the thought that my darling must have heard of my safety. But how could I imagine that she had hidden herself away in a mass of humanity—which ap pears to be the most impenetra ble depths into which a human being can disappeart How could I dream that, to the ex clusion of all such Interests as mine, she was occupied day and night, night and day. with the joys and sorrows, the raptures and fears of the mighty passion of Motherhood, which seems to be the only thing in life that is really great and eternal? Above all. how could I believe that in London itself, in the heart of the civilized and religious world, she was going through trials which make mine, in the grim darkness of the polar night, seem trivial and easy? It is all over now. and though, thank God, I did not know at the time what was happening to my dear one at home, it is some comfort to me to remember that I was acting exactly aa if I did. From the day we turned back 1 heard my darling's voice no more. But I had a still more perplexing and tormenting experience, and that was a dream about her. in which she was a precipice w hich she could not see because the brilliant ray$ of the au rora were in her eyes. Anybody may make what he likes of that on f rounds of natural law. and certainly it was not surprising that my dreams should speak to me in pictures drawn from the perils of my daily life, but only one thing matters now—that these experiences of my sleeping hour* Increased my eager ness to get back to my dear one. My comrades were no Impediment to that, I can tell you. With their faces turned homeward, and the wind at their backs, they were showing tremendous staying power, although we had thirty and forty pretty con stantly. with rough going all the time, for the snow had been ruckled up by the blizzard to almost Impassable heaps and hummocks. A Message. walking on a crevassed glacier tow’ard EA-TONE A Vegetable Compound That tones the liver. Price 25 conte, at all drug and grocery stores. JOHN B. DANIEL, Distributor On reaching our second installation at Mount Darwin 1 sent a message to the man at the foot of Mount Erebus, telling them to get into communica tion (through Macquarie Island) with the captain of our ship in New Zea land, asking him to return for us as soon as the ice conditions woqld per mit, and this was the last of our jobs (except packing our instruments tight and warm) before we started down the “long white gateway” for our quarters at the Cape. With all the heart in the world, though, our going had to be slow. It was the middle of the antarctic win ter. when absolute night reigned for weeks, and we had nothing to alle viate the darkness but the light of the scalding moon, and sometimes the glory of the aurora as it encircled the region of the unrisen sun. Nevertheless my comrades sang their way home through the sullen gloom. Sometimes I wakened the echoes of those desolate old hills my self with a stave of “Sally’s the Gel.” | although 1 was suffering thoughts of what the damnable hypocrisies of life might be doing with my darling, and my desire to take nty share of her trouble whatever it might be. The sun returned to us the third week in July. Nobody can know what re lief that brought us except those who have lived for months without it. To see the divine and wonderful thing rise up like a god over those lone white regions is to know what a puny thing man is in the scheme of the world. I think all of us felt like that at sight of the sun. though som** (myself among the rest) were thinking more of it as a kind of message from j friends at home. But old Treacle, I remember, who had stood looking at n in awed solemnity, said; • Well. I'm d ! ” After that we got on famously until I we leached winter quarters, where we found everybody well and everything Every Woman is interested and should -know about the wonderful Marvel ™ Hi *‘ V’” Douche A sk y r>u r d rtj gpl st f Of it. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept no other, but send stamp for book. \ Mantel Co, 44 E. 23d St .H.T. in order, but received one piece of alarming Intelligence—that the at tempt t<> get into wireless communi cation with our ship had failed, with the result that we sh'ould have to wait, for her until the time originally ap pointed for her return. That did not seem to matter much to my shipmates, who. being snugly housed from blinding blizzards, set tled down to amuse themselves with sing-songs and story tellings and readings. But. do w’hat I could, to me the de lay was dreadful, and every day. in the fever of my anxiety to get away as scon as the ice permitted. I climb ed the slopes of old Erebus with O’Sullivan to look through powerful glasses for what the good chap called the “open weather.” Thank God, our wooden hoiu*e was large enough to admit of my having a cabin to myself, for I should have been ashamed of my comrades hear ing the cries that sometimes burst from me in the night. It Is hard for civilized men at home, accustomed to hold themselves under control, to realize how a man’s mind can run away from him when he is thousands of miles separated from his dear ones and has a kind of spiritual certainty that evil Is befalling them. I don't think I am a bigger fool than most men in that way. but 1 shiver even yet at the memory of all the torment I went through during those days of waiting, for my whole life seemed to revolve before me. and I uccused myself of a thousand of fenses which I had thought dead and burled and forgotten. Some of these were trivial In them selves, such as hot and intemperate words spoken in childhood to my good old people at home, disobedience or ingratitude shown to them, with all the usual actions of a naughty boy, who ought to have been spanked and never w’as. But the worst of them concerned my darling, and came with the thought of my responsibility for the situation in which 1 felt sure she found her self. A thousand times I took myself to task for that, thinking what I ought and ought not to have done, and then giving myself every bad name and my conduct every damning epithet. Up and down my cabin 1 w’ould walk with hands buried in my pock ets. revolving these thoughts and working myself up. against my will, to a fever of regret and self-accusa tion. Talk about purgatory—the purga- | tory of our dear old Father Dan! j That was to come after death—mine j came before, and. by the* holy saints, I had enough of it. Three months passed like this, and when the water of the sound was open and our ship did not appear, mine was not the only heart that was eat ing itself out. for the spirits of my j shipmates had also begun to sink. In the early part of the Antarctic spring there had been a fearful hur- | icane, lasting three days on the sea. j "'1th a shrieking, roaring chorus of I fiends outside, and the conviction now forced Itself on my men that our i s hip must have gone down in the storm. j Short Rations. Of course. 1 fought this notion hard. | for my last hopes were based on not. : believing it But when, after the i lapse of weeks, I could hold out no i longer, and we were confronted by j the possibility of being held there an- | other year (for how w ere our friends to know before the ice formed again | that it was necessary to send relief?) I 1 faced the situation firmly—measur- I ing out our food and putting the men °n shortened rations, 28 ounces each ' and a thimbleful of brandy. By the Lord God, it is a fearful thing to stand face to face with slow death. Some of my shipmates could scarcely bear it. The utter solitude, the sight of the same faces, and the sound of the same voices, with the prospect of nothing else, seemed to drive most of them nearly mad. There wasr no sing-songing among them now, and what speaking I over heard was generally about the great dinners they had eaten, or about theii dream*', which were usually of green fields and flower beds, and primroses •nd : si* s, by heaven, in a world that \\ ** like a waste! As for me. I did my best to play the game of never giving up. It was a middling hard game. God knows, and after weeks of waiting a sen$v of helplessness settled down on me such as 1 had never known before. I am not what is called a religious men, but when 1 thought of my darl ing’s danger (for such I was sure it was) and how I was cut off from her by thousands of miles of impassable sea there came an overwhelming longing to go with my troubles to somebody stronger than myself. I found It hard to do that at first, for a feeling of shame came over me, and I thought: “You coward, you forgot all about God when things were going well with you, but now that they are tumbling down, and death seems certain, you w’hlne and want to go where you nev er dreamed of going In your days of ease and strength.” I got over that, though there’s noth ing except death a man doesn’t get over dov n there—and a dark night came wnen (the ice breaking from the cliffs of the Cape with a sound that made me think of my last even ing at Castle Raa) I found myself folding my hands and praying to the God of my childhood, not for myvelf. but for my dear one. that He before Whom the strongest of humanity wer nothing at all, would take her into His-fatherly kf oping “Help her! Help her! I can do no more.” A Glad Sight. It was just when I was down to that extremity that it pleased Provi dence to come to my relief. The very next morning I was awakened out ot my broken sleep by the sound of a gun. followed by such a yell from Treacle as was enough to make you think the sea-serpent had got hold ol his old buttocks. “The uhip! The ship! Commander! Commander! The ship! The ship!” And. looking out of my little win dow. I saw him with six or sever, other members of our company, half naked, just as they had leaped out of their berths, running like savage men to the edge of the sea, where the Sco tia. with all flags flying (God bless and preserve her!), was stpaming slowly up through a grinding pack of broken ice. What a day that was! What shout ing! What hand-shaking! For O'Sulli van it was Ponnvbrook Fair with the tail of his coat left out. and for Tre acle It was Whitechapel road with “What cheer, old cock?” and an un quenchable desire to stand treat all around. But what I chiefly remembered is that the moment 1 awoke, anu before the idea that w e w ere saved and about to go home had been fully grasped by my hazy brain, the thought flashed tc mv mind: “Now you’ll hear of her! ' M. L. about 35. with a square chin, a very thick neck, and a close- cropped, red, bullet head, and he was in his stocking feet and shirt sleeves, as if he had been dressing to go out for the evening. I remember that it flashed upon me—I don’t know’ why—that he had seen me from the window of the room upstairs, driving up in the old man’s four-wheeler, and had drawn from that innocent circumstance cer tain unfavorable deductions about my character and my capacity to pay. I must have been right, for as soon as our introduction was over, and I had interrupted Mrs. Oliver’s praises of my baby’s beauty by speaking about material matters, saying the terms w r ere to be four shillings, the man. w’ho had seated himself on the sofa to put on his boots, said in a voice that w’as like a shot out of a blunderbus: “Five.” “How'd you mean. Ted?” said Mrs. Oliver, timidly. ''Didn’t we say four?” “Five,” said the man again, with a still louder volume of voice. I could see that the poor woman was trembling, but assuming the sweet air of persons who live in con stant state of fear, she said, “Oh, yes. It was five; now’ I remember.” I reminded her that her letter had •»id four, but she insisted that I must be mistaken, and when I told her I had the letter with me. and she could see it if she wished, she said, “Then it must have been a slip of the pen in a manner of speaking, ma’am We alius talked of five. Didn't we. Ted?” “Certainly,” said her husband, who was still busy with his boots*. I saw what was going on, and I felt hor and angry, but there seemed to be nothing to do except submit. “Very well, we’ll say five then,” I said. "Paid in advance,” said the man. ard when I answered that that would suit me very well, he added; The Last Coin. The Unforgettable. T he door of No. 10 w’as opened by a rather comely woman of perhaps 30 years of age, with a w’eak face and watery eyes. This was Mrs. Oliver, and it oc curred to me even at that first sight j that she had the frightened and eva- I sive look of a wife who lives under the intimidation of a tyrannical hus band. She welcomed me. however, with a warmth that partly dispelled my de pression, and 1 followed her into the kitchen. It was the only room on the ground floor of the house (except a scullery), and it seemed sweet and clean and comfortable, having a table in the middle of the floor, a sofa under the window, a rocking chair on one side of the fireplace, a swinging baby’s cot on the other side, and nothing about it that was not homelike and reassuring, except two large photo graphs over the mantelpiece of men stripped to the waist and sparring. “We’ve been looking for you all day. ma'am, and had nearly given you up." she said. Then she took baby out of my arms, removed her bonnet and pelisse, lifted her barrow coat to ex amine her limbs, asked her age. kissed her on the arms, the neck, and the legs, and praised her with out measure. "And what's her name, ma’am?" “Mary Isabel, but I wish her to be called Isabel.” "Isabel; a beautiful name, too! Fit for a angel, ma'am. And she is a lit tle angel, bless her! Such rosy cheeks! Such a ducky little mouth—-such blue eyes—blue as the bluebells in the ccmet'ry. She's as pretty as a wax- work. she really is. and any woman in the world might be proud to nurse her.” A young mother is such a weakling that praise of her child (however crude) acts like a charm on her. and in spite of myself l was beginning to feel moi> at ease, when Mrs. Oliver’s husband came downstairs. He was a short, thick-set man of ‘ A month in advance, you know*.” By this time I felt myself trembling with fear, for while I looked upon all the money I possessed as belonging to habv. to part with almost the whole with indignaton, as well as quivering of it in one moment would reduce mt to utter helplessness, so I said, turn ing t■» Mrs. Oliver. “Is that usual?” It did not escape me that the un happy* woman was constantly study ing her husband’s face, and when he glanced up at her with a meaning look slip r.nlevered, hurriedly, “Oil, ves. ma’am, quite usual. All the worn, en in th*- Row’ has it. Number five, sh** has twins and gets a month in hand with both of them. Rut we’ll take four weeks, and I can’t say no fairer than that, can I?” “Bu 1 why?” I asked. “Well, you see, ma’am, you’re— you’re a stronger to us. and if baby was left on our hands—not as we think you’d leave her chargeable ;»« the saving is. but if you were ever ill and got a bit back with your na.v- m* nts—we being only’ pore people—* While the poor woman was floun dering on in this way my blood was boiling, and I was beginning to ask her if ?he supposed for one moment that I meant to desert my child, when the man. who had finished the lacing of his boots, rose to Ms feet, and «,id. “You don't want yer baby to be giv over to the Guardians for the sake oi a w eek or two, do-you?” That settled every thing. I took out rav purse and with a trembling hand laid my last precious sovereign on the table. A moment or two after this Mr. Oliver, w’ho had put on his coat and cloth cap. made for the door. “Evenin’, ma’am.” he said, and with what grace I could muster I bade him good-bye. "You aren’t a-going to the Sun’ to-night, are you, Ted?” asked Mrs. Oliver. “Club.” 5*aid the man. and the door clashed behind him. I breathed more freely when he was gone, and his wife (from whose face the look of fear vanished instantly) was like another woman. “Goodness gracious!” she cried, with a kind of haggard hilarity, “where’s my head? Me never offer ing you a cup of tea. and you looking so white after your journey.” I took baby back into my arms while 9he put on the kettle, $*et a black teapot on the hob to warm, laid a napkin and a thick cup and saucer on the end of the table, and then sat on the fender to toast a little bread, talking meantime (half apol ogetically and half proudly) about her husband. He w’as a bricklayer by trade, and sometimes worked at the cemetery which I could see at the other side of the road (behind the long railings and the tall trees), but was more gen erally engaged as a sort of fighting lieutenant to a labor leader whose business it was to get up strikes. Be fore they were married he had been the “Lightweight Champion of White chapel.” and those w’ere photos of his fights which I could see over the mantelpiece, but “he never did no knocking of people about now,” being “quiet and matrimonual.” In spite of myself, my heart warmed to the woman. I wonder it did not occur to me there and then that, liv ing in constant dread of her tyran nical husband, she w’ould always be guilty of the dissimulation I had seen an example of already, and that the effect of it would be reflected upon my child. It did not. I only told myself that she was clearly fond of children and would be a kind nurse to my baby. It even pleased me, in my foolish, motherly selfishness, that she was a plain-featured person, whom baby could never come to love as she would, I was sure, love me. Time to Go. I felt better after I had taken tea, and as It was then 7 o’clock and the sun w’as setting horizontally through the cypresses of the cemetery, I knew it was time to go. I could not do that, though, with out undressing baby and singing her to sieep. And even then I sat for a while with an aching heart, and Isa bel on my knee, thinking of how 1 should have to go to bed that night, for the first time, without her. Mrs. Oliver, in the meantime ex amining the surplus linen w’hich 1 bad brought in my parcel, was burst ing into whispered cries of delight over it. and. being told I had made the clothes myself, was saying. “What a w'onderful seamstress you might be if you liked, ma'am!” At length the time came to leave baby, and no woman knows the pain of that experience who has not gone through it. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. A HARD TASK. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty years old, while my girl is seventeen. Her father favors me, but her mother objects to me. for w’hich she gives no rea son at all and is trying to per-* suade her daughter to give me up. I have an A No. 1 character, no bad habits except smoking, and earn a good salary with an ex cellent chance of advancement. Whenever I call on this girl her mother treats me like one of the family, but when I am gone she talks about me. How can I make myself liked by her, as I want to marry this girl in two or three years. We love each other. GEORGE. No mother likes to lose a good daughter, and often she objects with out any reason more definite than this. You must persevere; conduct your self in a manner with w’hich she can find no fault, and respect all her wishes and foibles. You have won the daughter: now’ you must court the mother, and good luck to you! FOOLISH IF YOU DON’T. 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