Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-08-17
The Brass Bowl
Continuation chanter III.

Handsome Dan! She must have
known me all the time-all the time
was making an exhibition of myself.
Wentworth? I know no one of
that name. Who the dickens can she be?"
If it had not been contrary to his code
of ethics, he would gladly have raVed'
CRASHED his teeth, footed the dance
of rage with his shadow. Indeed. his re-
straint was admirable, the circumstances
considered. He did nothing whatever but
stand still for a matter of five minutes
vainly racking his memory for clue to
the Identity Of Miss Wentworth"
At length he gave it up In despair ana
abstractedly felt for his watch-fob.
Which wasn't there. Neither, investiga-
ton developed, was the watch. At which
browning stroke OF misfortune-the time
piece must have slipped from his pocket
into the water while he was tinkering with
that Infamous carbureter-Maitland turn
ed eloquently red in the face.
1.-The price" he meditated aloud, with
an effort TO resume his pose, rs a high
one to pay for a wave of a gray glove ana
the echo of a pretty laugh"
With which final fling at Fortune he set
off again for Maitland Manor, trudging
heavily but at a round pace through the
dust that soon settled upon the damp
cloth of his trousers legs and completed
yond being disturbed by such tribes. A
wounded vanity engaged his solicitude
to the exclusion OF all other interests.
At the end of As minutes he had COW
cred the remaining distance between
Greenfclds station and Maitland Manor.
For five minutes more he strobe YEARLY
over the side-path by the box hedge which
set aside his ancestral acres from the
public highway. At length, with an ex-
clamation, he paused at the first opening
in the living barrier; a wide entrance
from which a blue-stone carriage drive
wound away to the house, invisible in the
waning light, situated in the shelter OF
the grove of trees that studded the lawn.
"Gasoline! Brrr!'' said Maitland,
shudderding and shivering with the com
bination of a nauseous odor and the
nights coolness-the latter by now max
ing itself as unpleasantly prominent as
the former.
Though he hated the smell with all his
heart, manfuIly inconsistent he raised
his head, shifting the air for further ev-
idence; and got his reward in sickening
gust.
Tank leaked" he commented
with brevity. Quart of the
stun must have trickled
out right here. Ugh! If it goes on at
this rate, there'll be another breakdown
before she gets home" And, Serve her
right, too!' he growled, vindictive.
But for all his indignation he acknowl-
edged a sneaking wish that he might
be DIT hand again, in such event, sec
ond time to give gratuitous service to his
gray lady.
Analysing this frame of mind mot with
out surprise and some disdain of him
who weakly entertained iD he crossed the
drive and struck in over the lawn, snap
ing his course direct for the front en-
trance of tie house.
BY dead reckoning the hour was 2, or
something later; and chill was steal
ing in upon the land waited gently south
ward from Long Island sound All the
world beside himself seemed to slumber,
GREATNESS, insensate Wraith-like, gray
shreds of mist drifted between the serrted
boles ef trees. or, rising, yelled the moons
wan Rad pallid face, that now was low
upon the horizon. In silent rivalry long
and velvet-black shadows skulked across
the ample breadths of dew-drenched
grass. Somewhere a bird stirred on its
unseen perch, chirping sleepily; and In
the rapt silence the inconsiderable inter-
ruption broke with startling stress.
In time-not long-the house lifted in
to view: a squat, rambling block or
home grown architecture with little to
recommend II save Its keen associations
and its comfort. At the edge of the
woods the lord and master paused indefi-
nitely with little purpose surveying idly
the pale, columned facade, and wonder
ing whether or not his entrance at that
ungodly hour would rouse the staff of
house servants. If 1t did not-he con-
templated with mild amusement the pros
pect of their surprise when, morning
come, they should find the owner in &C.
cupation.
Zimmerman was right" he conceded;
"any-"
The syllables died upon his lips; his
gaze became fixed; his heart thumped
wildly for an instant, then rested still;
and instinctively he held his breath, tip
toeing to the edge of the veranda the
better to command view of the library
windows.
These opened from ceiling to floor and