Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-09-17

George The way things've worked
out, the only lines l had've been cu.,
and all my good actin s got to be done
with spear up next to the nbackdrop.
Besides" he continued gloom
lily, ''I kinda wisht they'd find 'em. But
no such luck. Take it from me, IL
Madum was wise enough to plant that
junk and then set up a yell she'd been
touched, she put IT in a place them
guysn never light on, not in a thou
sand years. All the same if 1 knew
where they was ia slip 'em the high
sign"
II have no doubt said Cynthia
CURLY Disguised. "
We'll. you needn't get sore" pro-
tested the man. disgrunted. I'D only
do it to save the show, for the good
of everybody in the cast II I was able
to hand EN- over to Perez it'd Just
about get us out Of this mess with our
hair on. AS it is, If they don't drop
on to the stuff before long they're goin
to turn loose several assorted brands
of unpleasantness for all concerned
and you and Madum'l be the first ones
on the carpet. I've done all 1 could to
shunt the row, but I can see it COM
ing all right, all right"
You don't think they'd dare. Gym
thia staminered, aghast
Don't ask me what 1 think; I might
tell you" returned the Red Man omi-
nously ~ .r-
For a moment Tor two his hard blue
stare bored deep into the black empti-
ness of his apprehensions. Good
Lordr' he sighed. IF I had my way
with them jools sd pick out nice
wet hole in the ocean, about ten thou
sand fathom deep, and dump 'em into.
it. If it hadn't been for them-fora
Madum bein' pig. head enough to bring
EN- with her. and that blab-mouthed
idiot, Sidonie, shootin off her face
about their value--this entertainment
would have played as smooth as the
hundredth p'formance of Casino mu-
steal show Look at the way We pick
ed up the Orion and made this island
just like clookwork! =. I'd stfl've
been boss Of my end of the business
Crittenden wouldn't have kicked over
the traces, Claret would've been able
to navigate us out (Which he amt
e.. everythin would have run
off as regular as the program of a Tam
many primary Forgive me If L
seem to beef about this, but
His gestupre enounced the hollow
ness of failure.
With a concluding grunt, compound
ed of disbursement and disgust. he
relapsed into morbid contemplation
mumbling his cigar.
Cynthia experienced. an elementary
feeling of tolerance for the man, a faint
commiseration for him in the complete
ness of his downfall EVIL though he
were. lacking utterly any moral sense,
still he had never shown her ought but
laundering kindness and uncouth cour-
tesy . But no emotion could with
stand for long her ili,portunate solicit
tude for Crittenden.
you've been ashore?' she demanded
abruptly.
Rhode started out of his abstraction.
looking down upon her with understand
ing.
"Yes." he assented briefly. II seen
him." ..tt.
why" she persisted, with tremor
in her voice-"why did he stay when
you returned?n
Rhodes reply she had discounted.
'He didn't-that is, of his own. accord.
He was left Don't jump on met amt
my doin'; I'm as sore about it as any
body-as him or you, even. done all 1
could for him. but they wouldn't listen
10 me: the vote was again him. He'd
oughta've known better. If he'd only
bad sense enough to lay low until
How do you know what motive, he
had for doing what he did," demanded
the girl passionately. How dare you
Judge him?" s.,s
Excuse me-" Rhode begged, alarmed.
at don't know nothin' about anythin'.
1t amt any of my business. Only I'm
sorry he couldn't let things slide AS it
is, it'd be as much as his life's worth for
him to come aboard again. They're all
down on him for what he done. ShoOtin'
Claret up was enough-that puts us in
hole, for sure, with nobody else that
knows the channels, barring Hendricks
of the Orion. But then he had to go
and try to gum the whole game up by
forcin' Thurlow to send out that mes
sage; if. Thurlow hadn't been foxy
enough TO play him for fool, don't
like to think what they'd do to him."
But could anything be worse than
this?"
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