Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-26
Initials Only" V By Anna katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tme,

Inc words were plain enough, but the
surlckeh listener did not take them in
LHeS carried no meaning to him How
snouiu theyT The very idea she sought
W impress upon him by this seemingly
eareiess allusion was an incredible one
Sne FOUND 1t her dreadful task to tell
him the hard, bare truth
your brother" said she was dA-
Voteo to Miss Challoner, too. He even
wanted TO marry her. l can not keen
PACK this fact 1t is known evervwhere
ana by everybody but you
orlando" His lips took an iron,caI
curve as he uttered the word. This WAS
a s.,; Young girls imaginative fancy to him,
why Orlando never knew her never
saw her, never
lie met her at Lenox."
Inc name produced it's effect He
stared made an effort to think rensa+ed
-enoX over to himself: then suddeni,, Loot
ms hold npon the idea which that word
suggested struggled again for If seized
out: anu shouted
res yes, l remember I sent him
again. ''''Nu "idhA
poor Doris, frightened to her very soul
looAeo nlindly about for help: but she did
not gut MS side: she did not dare TO-,
ior MS lips had reopened the continuity
ing to speak ""' So
i sent him there" The words
enc III sort of shout II was
q, hungry TO hear OF her and l
ueIlt ne might mention her in his let
t Nc insane insanel He saw her and
y, H"' mat you said about his loving her?
ne couion have loved her; he's not IF
the loving sort. They've decei,,ad ~ -,
Win strange tales. They've deceived the
whole world with fancies and mad draa,,s
ne may nave admired her, but loved her
no! or II he had, he would have rexnect.
ed my claims
lie did not know them"
laugh; laugh which nailed Doris.
cheek; then his tones grew even a9air
memory came back and he muttered
family. ou
Ihat is true l said nothing to him
ne mad the right to court her-and he
ulu, you say; wrote to her; imposed him
self upon her, drove her mad with i'm
portunitles she was forced to rebuke: and
and what else? There is something
else Tell me; | will know It all"
lie was standing now, his feebleness all
gone passion in every lineament and his
eye alive and feverish with emotion.
lell me- he repeated, with unrestrained
Vehemence. Tell nae all Kill me with
sorrow but save me From being unjust"
He wrote her a letter; it frightened
her. He followed It up by a visit
Doris paused; the sentence hung sus-
pended. She had heard step-a hand on
the door
Orlando had entered the room
Alone.
Oswald had heard nothing seen nothing.
But he took note of Doris silence. and
turning towards her in frenzy saw what
had happened. and so was in a measure
prepared for the stern, short sentence
which now rang through the room:
wait. Miss Scott, you tell the story
badly. Let him listen TO me From my
mouth only shall he hear the stern and
seemingly unnatural part I played in this
family tragedy"
The face Of Oswald hardened. Those
plant features beloved for their gracious
kindliness-set themselves in lines which
altered them almost beyond recognition;
but his voice was not without some Of its
natural sweetness, as, after long and
hollow look at the others composed coun-
tenance, he abruptly exclaimed:
Speak! | am bound to listen: YOU are
my brother"
Orlando turned towards Doris She was
slipping away,
Don't 60" said he.
But she was gone.
Slowly he turned back.
Oswald raised his hand and checked the
words with which he would have begun
his story.
Never mind the beginnings" said he.
Doris has told all that. You saw Miss
Chaloner in Lenox-- admired her-offered
yourself to her and afterwards wrote her
a threatening letter because she rejected
you
To Be Continued in Next Issue