Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-11
Copyright. 1911, Street & smith
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead 4 COZ
TODAY s INSTALLMENT,


As he approached the doorstep. his
mind Involuntary formed an anticipa-
tory image Of the child whose first
stitches in embroidery were like fairy's
weaving to the strong man who worked
in ore and possibly figured out bridges
That she would prove to be of the anemic
type. common among working girls gifted
with an imagination they have but scant
opportunity to exercise, he had little
doubt
He was therefore taken aback
when. at his first step upon the
porch the door before him few open,
and he beheld in the dark recess be
yond young woman Of such
bright and blooming beauty that he
hardly noticed her expression Of extreme
anxiety. till she lifted her hand and laid
an admonitory finger softly on her lip:
Hush" she whispered with an earn
estness which reused him from his abb
sorption and restored him to the fun
meaning Of this encounter. There is
sickness in the house and we are very
anxious Is your errand an important
one? II not" The faltering break in
the fresh. young voice, the look she cast
behind her into the darkened interior,
were eloquent with the hope that he would
recognize her Impotence and pass on.
And so he might have done,-so he
would have done under all ordinary cir
cunstances But If this was Doris-and
he did not doubt the fact after that first
moment OF startled surprise-how dare he
forego this opportunity of settling the
aues ton which had brought him here.
With a slight stammcr but otherwise
giving no evidence OF The effect made upon
him by jhe passionate intensity with
which she had urged this plea he as
sured her thai his erraud was important,
hut one so quickly told that it would de-
Law her but q moment But first said
he with very natural caution, let me
make sure that it is 60 Miss Doris Scott
I am speaking Ny errand is to her and
her only"
Without showing any surprise perhaps
too engrossed in her own thoughts to feel
any She answered with simple directness,
yes. am Doris Scott" Whereupon he
became his most persuasive self, and pull
ing out. folded paper from his pocket,
opened it and held II before her, with
these words
Then will you be so good as TO glance
AT this letter and tell me If the person
whose initials you viii find at the bottom
happens 70 be in town at the present mo-
ment?"
In some establishment now she glanced
down at the sheet thus boldly thrust be
fore her, and recognizing the O and the
- alt- II 81 she flashed
a look back at Sweetwater in which he
read a confusion Of emotions for which
he was hardly prepared.
All" thought he, ITS coming. In an
other moment / shall hear what Will re
pay me for the trials and ppointments
Of all these months
But the moment passed and he had
heard nothing. Instead, she dropped her
hands from the door jamb and gave such
unmistakable evidences of intended flight,
that but one alternative remained to him;
he became abrupt
Thrusting the paper stm nearer he
said. with an emphasis which could not
fail of making an impression, Read It.
Read the whole letter You viii find your
name there. This communication was ad-
dressed TO Miss ChalIoner, but
Oh. now she found words with low
cry. she put out her hand in quick en-
treaty, begging him to desist and not
speak that name on any preteXt or for
any purpose. He may rouse and hear
she explained. with another quick look be-
hind her. The doctor says that this is
the critical DAY. He may become CON
scious any minute II he should and were
TO hear that name. II might kill him"
He" Sweetwater perked up his ears.
Whom do YOU mean by he?"
Mr.. Brotherson, my patient. he whose
letter But here her Impotence rose
above every other consideration With
out attempting TO finish her sentence or
yielding in the least to her curiosity or
interest in this mans errsnd. she cried
out with smothered intensity, 60, go' ]
can not stay another moment from his
bedside -
But a thunderholt could not have
moved sweetwater after the hearing of
that name. MIR. Brotherson," ne echoed
"Brotherson' Not orlando"
No, no hist name is Oswald He's
the manager OF these works He's sick
with typhoid. We are caring for him II
you belonged here YOU would know that
much There that's his voice YOU hear.