Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-20
"The Gates Of Silence
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TRAVAIL

to do?'
Something perfectly easy Find the
zeal murderer"
She looked at him with Fascinated ter
Ftdn6 eyes, and in that moment he looked
sIch d thing 3 evil that at once all
DOUBTS She had hst q; is guilt were dis
sipated.
She leaned toward him suddenly you
are the man." she said
Forced Silence.
Levasseur laughed, not whit taken
aback.
''Excellently dramatic but a trihe
archaic my dear Mrs. Darlington No,
am not the man-nor, unfortunately, can
tell you his name. 1t all sounds so mad
But, candidly I should consider anybody
a fool who believed it, It's a fact, new
ertheless-I know the man who did the
murder, but l can not speak. The fact
is, that since-for a certain number of
months have thrown in my lot with a
gang of-what you would call thieves
most excellent, light-hearted craftsmen,
geniuses in their way-when, from one
thing and another, Paris became a trif1e
tropical-we decided to try London. In
London here, the brother of our chief
carries on a very magnificent He
broke off abruptly and laughed. with a
very evident sense of enjoyment. But l
may not tell tales. Not, dear Edith, from
any mistaken idea of honor but merely
because the eXigencies of the rule demand
it. To split on a pal and save myself
would be merely to escape the hangman's
moose to fall by the edict of our society,
so l am tongue-t tied. Oh 1 recognize it
sounds incredible. That is why | have to
call upon you, my friend.
For moment Mrs. Darlington Won
dered if the man were mad. But there
was a ring of sincerity in his voice, a
certain suggestion of fear and despair in
his bold eyes that drove the thought from
her Nothing was impossible in this
word-that was the experience life had
taught her Another woman might have
been less ready to believe the mans as
founding story, but she knew Paris-the
seamy side of Through Anthony Bar
rington's eyes
81 can not help you she said, with
an almost childish fatility. IF you can
not tell the name of the murderer, how
can | discover him? 1t is so like you to
set me to make ropes of sand, to fling
me into a pit with sheer, polished walls
and bid me climb out of it."
Edith. if you help me, give you my
word l shall never modest you again
A Threat.
ooh don't mock me- She stood up.
The interview had lasted too long already
every moment she dreaded lest some one
would come. She had all a womans ig-
norant terror of the dealings of the law.
Levasseur stood up beside her and
caught her fercely by the arms, staring
into her face with angry, compelling
eyes
"You would leave me to die like rat
in a trap?" he Kissed. "You think that
viii be dead-that the world will forget
that shall be afraid to speak, An, you
90 not know me-or you have forgotten.
The world will hear much, very much.
will make your name thing Of infamy
throughout the length and breadth OF
England. The man you call your husband
will not dare to raise his head. Your
child will be branded"
She shuddered in his grip and he re-
leased her, so that she staggered back
wards.
You must do your worst" she said,
'for | can do nothing
You can bring tn right man 20 JUS
tice," he repeated fYou have money and
inhuence-set me free and you are free
also" He cast an ugly word in her teeth.
wouldn't be here? If you had sent me
the money you promised l would not
have been in Tempest street that
night
Edith harrington turned on him, her
eyes alight with the fierce courage of a
creature brought to bay
Il was as helpless then as l am now,
she cried. Il had no money. | have no
money now | have no means of find
ing the murderer"
He interrupted her with a singular
catch in his throat
''No?" he murmured very distinctly
Perhaps not. But what of, your sister
Betty-what of her, eh?'
The Veil Is Lifted.
Jack Remington read his aunts's let
ter through for the second time; then,
folding it with mechanical neatness,
laid it on the table beside his plate. Mrs.
Ames. the landlady. bringing in the
breakfast tray at that moment was star
tied into words at the sight of his face.
MY! you do look tagged out, sir" she
! said with the JUNCTION that drops from
/ the lips of women of a certain type at the
very thought of illness or misfortune.
mo bad noos, / hope?"
mo Unexpectedly bad news" Rfming-
ton said. My uncle, who is always
something of an invalid, is somewhat
worse"
And youn be going down to see the
! old gentleman | should suppose the
old body fastened to say. and a good
thing, too It's fairl ybeat me why a
himself mewed and moped up in London
at this time of the year.