Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-16
Initials Only" = By Anna katherine Creme
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times

ROAD on the opposite side Of the hollow
Drought his conjectures to a standstill and
sent MIN hurrying on to the nearest point
from which that road became visible
team was approaching He could
near the heavy tread of horses working
tneir labortous way through trees whose
oostructing branches swished before and
behind them. They were bringing in a
load for this shed, whose uses de would
consequently soon understand. Grateful
Tor his good luck-for his was a curiosity
which could not stand defeat-he took a
Few steps into the wood, and from the
vantage point of a concealing cluster of
pushes, fixed his eyes upon the spot where
the road opened into the hollow.
something blue moved there. and in an
other moment to his great amazement.
tnere stepped into view the spirited form
OF Doris Scott, who II he had given the
matter thought he would have zupposed
70 be sitting just then by the bedside of
her patient. half mile back on the road
She was dressed for the woods in a
Diue skirt and Jacket and moved like a
leader IN front OF a heavily laden wagon
now coming to a standstin before the
closely shut shed-if such we may call It.
i have key" so she called out TO
the driver who had paused for orders.
When 1 swing the doors wide, drive
straight in"
Sweetwater took a look at the wagon
II was piled high with large wooden boxes
on more than one of which he could see
9cIaWIeo the words: O. Brotherson Der
by. Pa
This explained her presence, but the
| boxes told nothing They vera Of oil
Sn4na0 s
large that the assistance of another man
was needed to handle them Sweetwater
was about to offer his services when q
second man appeared from somewhere in
the rear, and the detectives attention
oelng thus released from the load ont Of
"hlch he could make nothing, he allowed
II TO concentrate upon the young girl who
fiao II IN charge and who. for many rea
sons, was the one person of supreme i'm
portance to him
one mad swung open the two Wide
doors and now stood waiting for horse
una wagon to enter With locks fvine
iree-she wore no bonnet-she presented
picture of ever increasing interest 70
0Weetwater. Truly she was a very beau-
tltul girl, buoyant, healthy and sweet. as
unlike as possible his preconceived no
tlons OF Miss Chaloner's humble little
protege, Her brown hair of a rich Ghost
nut nue. was IN itself a wonder On no
mead even IN the great city he had inst
leI'' mad he seen such abundance hold
IN such modest restraint. Nature had
oeen partial o this little working girl and
given her the chevelure of a queen
But this was nothing No one saw this
aureole when once the eye had rested on
her features and caught the full nobility
OF thelr expression and the lurking sweet
ness underlying her every look. She her
sell made the charm and whether nIarAd
nleh or placed low, must ever attract the
eye and afterwards lure the heart nv an
individuality which hardly needed perfect
features in which to express itself
Young yet, but gifted. as girls Of ber
class often are, with the incest instincts
and purest aspirations, she showed the
elevation Of her thoughts both in her
glance and the poise with which she
awaited events. Sweetwater watched her
with admiration as she superintended the
unloading of the wagon and the dismissal
OF the various boxes on the floor within.
out as nothing she said during the process
was calculated to afford the least eulight-
eminent in regard to their contents. he
presently Weared Of his inaction and
turned back toward the highway. COM
forttng himself with the reflection that in
few short hours he would have her to
himself when nothing but a blunder on
his part should hinder him from sounding
her young mind and getting such answers
to his questions as the affair in which he
was so deeply interested, demanded