Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-06

nothing new. He had already heard ii
| several times before that night II was
| Mr. Challoner's step. and every time ii
| passed, he had rustled his papers OF
scratched vigorously with his pen. lie is
keeping watch for oswald" was his
thought. They fear a sudden end TO
| this. No one. not the son of my mother
knows me DO l know myself?"
-Four O'clock, The light was still burn
ing. the pile of letters he was writing in
creasng.
Five o'clock! A rafting shade betrays
| an open window. No other sound disturbs
| the quiet Of the room. 1t is empty now
but NJ. Challoner, long since satisfied
| that all was well. goes by no more ST.
! lence has settled upon the hotel-that
heavy silence which precedes the dawn
There was silence in the streets also
The few who were abroad, crept quietly
along An electric storm was in the all.
and the surcharged clouds hung heavy
and low biding the moment of outbreak
man who had left a place of many
shadows for the more open road, paused
and looked up at these clouds; then went
calmly on.
Suddenly the shrek of an approaching
train tears through the valley, Has it
a call for this man? No. Yet he pauses
in the midst Of the street he is crossing
and watches, as a child might watch
for the flash Of its lights at the end of
the darllened vista. It comes-flling the
empty space at which he stares with
| moving hfe-engine. be- ggage car and a
long string of Pullmans. Then all Is dark
again and only the noise of it's slac1en-
ing wheels comes to him through the
night II has stopped at the station. \
minute longer and il has started again.
and the quickly lossening rumble of it's
| departure is all that remains of this vision
of mans activity and ceaseless expect
ancy When il is quite gone and all is
quiet. sigh falls rom the mans lips
aud he moves on, but this time. for some
uneNplalntable reason, in the direction OF
the station. With lowered head he pa ses
along, noting little till he arrives within
sight of the depot where some freight is
| being handled. and a trunk or two
wheeled down the platform No sight
could be more ordinary or unsuggestive
but it has its attraction for him. for he
looks up as he goes by and follows the
passage Of that truck down the platform
| till it has reached the corner and disap-
peared Then he signs again and again
moves on.
y cluster of houses, one of them oper
and lighted, was all which lay between
him now and the country road. He was
hHrylng past, for his step had uncon-
| sciously quickened as he turned his bacl,
upon the station, when he was seized
again by that mood of curiosity and
stepped up TO the door from which a light
issued and looked in. a common eating
room lay before him. with rudely spread
tables and one very sleepy waiter taking
orders from new arrival who sat with
ms back to the door. Why did the lonely
man on the sidewalk start as his eve fell
on the latter's commonplace figure. q
hungry man demanding breakfast in q
cheap, country restaurant" His own
physique was powerful while that of the
other looked slim and frai But fear
was in the air, and the brooding of 2
tempest AFFECTS some temperaments in a
Totally unexpected manner. As the man
inside turns slightly and looks IN the
master inquire on the sidewalk vanisbes
ana his step, If any one had been inter-
ested enough TO listen, rings with a new
note as II turns into the country road il
mas at last reached
But no one needed. The new arrival
munches his roll and waits impatientiv
lyr MS conee while without, the clouds
PIE soundlessly In the sky, one of them
taxing the form of a huge hand with
clutching fingers reaching down into the
hollow void beneath
To BE Concluded Tomorrow.