Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-21
Copyright 1911. Street & smithD
Copyright. 1911. by Dodd, Mead & Col
TO-DAY s INSTALLMENT.

Il see it again-just as l saw II in the
early morning-but even more plainly. if
that is possible a hall-U should cali It
hall, though ! don't remember seeing
any place like It before), with little
staircase at the side, up which there
comes a man, who stops just at the top
and looks intently my way. There Is
fierceness in his face--a look which means
no good to anybody-and as his hand goes
TO his overcoat pocket, drawing out some
thing which l can not describe, but which
he handles as If IT were pistol, feel a
horrible fear, and-and-" The child was
staggering, and the hand which was free
had sought her heart where it lay
clenched, the knuckles showing white in
the dim light.
Mr.. Chaloner watched her with dllated
eyes, the spell under which she spoke
falling in some degree upon him. Had
she finished? Was this all? No she Is
speaking again. but very low, almost in
a whisper.
There Is music-a crash--but l plainly
see his other hand approach the object
he is holding lie takes something from
the end-the object is pointed my way
am looking into-into- what? ! do not
know I can not even see him now The
space where he stood is empty. Every
thing fades, and ! wake with a loud cry
in my ears and sense Of death
here" She had lifted her hand and
struck at her heart, opening her eyes as
she did so Yet il was not | who had
been shot she added softly
Mr. Challoner shuddered. This was like
the reopening of his daughters grave.
But he had entered upon the scene with
8 fun appreciation OF the ordeal await
ing him and he did not lose his calm
ness or the control Of his judgment
BE seated, Miss Scott" he entrea ted.
taking q chair himself lou have de-
scribed the SPOT and some Of the cir
cumstance6 Of my daughters decth AS
accurately as If you had heen there But
you have doubtless read full account
of those details il the papers; possibly
seen pictures which would make the place
quite real to you. The mind Is a strange
store house We do not always know
what lies hidden within It,
That's true" she admitted. But the
man, had never seen the man, or any
picture Of him. and his face was clearest
Of all | should Know 1t II I sew II
anywhere. It is imprinted on my memory
as plainly as yours oh, hope never to
see that man.
NJ. Ctalloner sighed; he had really an
ticipated something from the Interview.
The disappointment was keen A moment
OF expectation; the thrill which comes to
us ali under the shadow of the super
natural. and then--thts! a Young ard i'm
aginative girls dream, convincing to her
self but supplying nothing which had not
already been supplied both by the facts
and mis- own imagination A man had
stood at the staircase, and his man had
raised his arm. She said that she had
seen something like a pistol in his hand,
but his daughter had not been shot. This
he thought It well enough to point out to
her.
Leaning toward her that 10 might get
he full attention, he waited TIL her
eyes met his, then quietly asked.
'TIeve you ever named this man to
yourself"
She started and dropped her eyes.
y do not dare to-" said she
''Why?"
Because I've read in the papers that
the man who stood there had the same
name as
Tell me, Miss Scott