Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-17
Initials Only" = By Anna katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story Qf Modern Times

| petied, was nalt-Nay Gown THIS YARD, so
that a comparatively short distance sepa-
rated them from the porch where George
had been told to look for the man he was
expected TO Identity All was dark there
at present. but he could hear from time
| to time some sounds Of restless move
ment, as the guard posted inside shifted
| in his narrow quarters. or struck his be-
| numbed feet softly together.
| But what came TO them from above
| was more interesting than anything to
| be heard or seen below a mans voice.
raised to a wonderful pitch by the pas
sion OF oratory. had burst the barriers Of
the closed hall in that towering third
story and was carrying its tale to other
ears than those within. Had it been
summer and the windows open both
George and Sweetwater might have heard
every word. for the tones were excep-
tionally rich and penetrating, and the
speaker intent only on the impression he
was endeavoring TO make upon his audi
ence. That he had not mistaken his
power in this direction was evinced by
the applause which rose from time to
time from innumerable hands and feet.
But this uproar would be speedily ST.
fenced, and the mellow voice ring out
again, clear and commanding. What
could the subject be to rouse such en-
thusiasm in the Associated Brotherhood
Of the Anvil the Plane and the Trowel?
There was a moment when our listening
friends expected to be enlightened.
shutter was thrown back in one of those
upper windows, and the window hurriedly
raised, Curing which words took the place
Of sounds. and they heard enough to whet
their appetite for more. But only that
The shutter was speedily restored to place
a uri0l IN
precaution, or so thought George. If they
wished to keep their doubtful proceed
ings secret.
TRADE against the rich and a loud
call to battle could be cleaned from the
few sentences they had heard. But it's
virulence and pointed attack was not
that OF the second-rate demagoRue or
business agent, but OF man whose in
tellect and culture rang in every tone
and informed each sentence.
Sweetwater, in whom satisfaction was
fast taking the place if impatience and
regret, pushed the window to before ask
ing George this question:
did you hear the voice of the man
whose action attracted your attention out
side the Clermont?"
NO"
Did you note just now the large
shadoH dancing on the ceiling above the
speakers head?"
Yes, but l could Judge nothing from
that"
We'll, he's a rum one. shan't open
this window again TIL he gives signs Of
reaching the ell of his speech It's too
cold"
But almost Immediately he gave
start and, pressing Georges arm, ap-
peared to listen, not to the speech, which
was no longer audible, but TO something
much nearer-a step or movement in the
adjoining yard. At least, so George in
terpreted the quick turn which this i'm
petuous detective made, and the pains he
took to direct Georges attention to the
walk running under the window beneath
which they crouched. Some one was
stealing down upon the house at their
left. from the alley beyond big man,
whose shoulder brushed the window as
he went by George felt his hand seized
again and pressed as this happened, and
before he had recovered from this excite
ment, experienced another quick pressure
and still another, as one, two, three
additional figures went slipping by Then
his hand was suddenly dropped, for a
cry had shot up from the door where the
sentinel stood guard, followed by a loud
L.
which proclaming as It did that the in
vaders were not friends, but enemies to
the cause which was being Wanted above,
so excited Sweetwater that he pulled the
window wide open and took a bold look
out George followed his example and
this was what they saw.
Three men were standing fat against
the fence leading from the shed directly
TO the porch. The fourth was crouch
ing within the latter, and In another mo-
ment they heard his fist descend upon
the door inside in a way TO rouse the
echoes Meantime. the voice in the au-
dience hall above had ceased, and there
could he heard instead, the scramble of
hurrying feet and the noise of overturn-
ing benches. Then a window flew up and
a voice called down
who's that? What do you want down
there"
But before an answer could he shouted
back, this man was drawn fiercely inside
and the scramble was renewed amid
which George heard Sweetwater's whis-
per at his ear
ITS the police. The chief has got
ahead of me. Was that the man we're
after-the one who shouted down.
mo. Neither was he the speaker. The
voices are very different
I'VE want the speaker. II the boys
get him. we're all right, but II they
dor't-wait, I must make the matter
sure"
And with a bound he vaulted through
the window, whistlng in a peculiar way.
George. thus left quite alone, had the
pleasure OF seeing his sole protector mix
with the boys, as he called them, and
ultimately crowd in with them through
The door which had finally been opened
| for their admittance Then came a wait,
| then the quiet temperance Of the
detective alone and in no very amiable
/ mood
"Weu?" inquired George, somewhat
/ hrcathlessly. "Do you want me- They
/ don't seem to be coming out"
To Be Continued in Next Issue.