Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-08-09
By Louis joseph Vance
Author of 1.-The Brass BODL 7"
"Mo Mans Land, F" Etc.

handle you with gloves. my. dear.
Please-to please an old woman-just
for minuter
Uncompromising of mien, the younger
woman consented and came back to her
chair BY the time she was seated
Madame Savaran's temper toward her
had undergone a complete volte-face.
She had a not unfriendly smile for the
girl.
my dear" said she in this new and
kindly voice. 'you should have more
patience with a lonely woman of my
age who is harried by cares and upset
BY treachery. And you must admit you
came to me with the worst credentials
imaginable"
Il know nothing about Mr.. Rhode"
said Cynthia, relenting slightly. You
should know best what he is.
II do. Now, before we have little
talk-I believe you are truthful, my
dear; those big eyes couldn't He-teh
me one thing. You say you
saw this telegram"
YES"
what signature did it have? Or
perhaps you didn't notice.
81 remember perfectly" Cynthia as
serted. Then she spelled it out: FC-y-d.
"Ah" commented madame with re-
turn to her earlier, fighting manner
wither sidonie had been shriveled then
and there. "C-y-d or S-i-d-Sidonie"
''Madame?" The maids tone was fright
ened.
The mistress dissenbled her covert
10y; it was something, it was much, at
last to have brought this creature to the
fear of God. Almost Madame Savaran
could have forgiven her, in this time Of
triumph But not quite; there be crimes
too heinous for forgiveness, and treachery
heads the list
your trunk is packed, sidonie7'
Sidonies face was CHASTITY. Practical
", madame" she mumbled.
go to your room, take out of your
trunk whatever II holds that Is mine,
telephone for the porter, and get away
as quick as you can. l give you ten
minutes to leave my rooms. II you
are. here at the end of that time 1 will
telephone for the police and give you in
charge for the theft Of the amethyst
ring OF the Due de Guise-"
Yes, madame. Very well, madame"
The accents Of the maid were barely
audible.
wait" Madame Savaran pushed her
jeweI-case out OF the way, pulled the
writing-case before her, found a loose
cheque, and with fountain-pen rapid
~ filled it in.
Where is that pawn-ticket. sidonie?'
Here, madame"
Give It me-" She took It roughly
from the maids fingers, examined 1t
closely. and put it away in the writing
case. accompanying the action with
snort of satisfaction. Here" she added,
rendering the cheoue; your wages to
date and a month in advance, minus the
ten dollars necessary to redeem the ring.
Now CO."
Her voice was frigidly uncompromis-
ing yet. Sidonie in her despair dared a
single attempt to regain her forfeited
place.
But. madame" she whined. IT.
And II you take anything more of
mine, shall send detectives after you.
1t is now Is minutes Of 8. BY minutes
of you must be out of this hotel. You
have no time to waste"
Sidonie lifted her bony shoulders to her
ears and hypocritical eyes to heaven.
Madame win regret this" she began.
But inasmuch as her mistress was
synchonousiy grasping her cane and ris>
ing from her chair Sidonie retired at
accelerated discretion. On the way she
flashed Cynthia a poisoned look of end
less hatred.
(continued IN Next Issue.)