Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-01
Copyright. 1911, Street & Smith)
Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Coz
TODAY IS INsTALLMENT

sweetwater. with breath Of decided
relief stepped back and threw himself on
the bed It had really been a trial for
him 10 stand there under the others eve,
though his mind refused to formulate his
fear. or to give him any satisfaction when
he asked himself what there was in the
situation suggestive of death to the wom-
an or harm TO himself
Nor did morning light bring counsel, as
Is usual in similar cases. He felt the mys-
1ery more in the hubbub and restless
turmoil OF the day than in the nights ST
lence and inactivity He was glad when
the stroke Of six gave him an excuse to
leave the room. and gladder yet when in
doing So he ran upon an old woman from
a neighboring room, who no sooner saw
him than she leered at him and eagerly
Psuarked:
'Not much sleep, eh? We didn't think
you'd like it. Did You see anything7"
Now this gave him the one excuse he
wanted.
See anything he repeated, apparent
ly with all imaginable innocence. What
do you mean by that?'
Don't you know what happened in that
room7"
Don't tell met he shouted out. Il
don't want to hear any nonsense. I
shaven't time. I've got TO be at the shop
Eat seven and don't feel very we'll What
did happen" he mumbled in drawing of,
lsust loud enough for the woman TO hear.
'''Sometiring unpleasant I'm sure" Then
he ran downstairs.
At half past six he found the tanitor.
1Ie was, TO all appearance, in a state of
great excitement and he spoke very fast.
"I won't stay another night in that
room" he loudly declared, breaking in
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Any lampnght II don't want to make any
itrouble and 7 don't want to give my req
;@ons: but that room don't suit me. I'd
rather take the dark one YOU talked about
yesterday. There's the money. Have my
things moved today. VIII ye?''
But your moving out after one night $
stay will give that room bad name,
sstammered the janitor, rising awkwardly.
"Therell be talk and / won't be able TO
let that room all winter"
Nonsense! Every man hasn't the
nerves have. Youll let It in week.
But let or not let I'm going front into
the little dark room. I'll get the boss to
let me off at half past four. So that's
settled
He waited for no reply and got none;
but when he appeared promptly at a
quarter of FIVE. he found his few belong
ings moved into a middle room on the
fourth floor of the front building, which,
oddly perhaps, CHANGED to he next door to
the one he had held under watch the night
before,
The FIRST page Of his adventure in the
Hicks street tenement had been turned,
and he was ready TO start upon another
a Book Plays Leading Part.
When Mr. Brotherson came in that
night. he noticed that the door Of the
room adjoining his own stood open. lie
did not hesitate Making Immediately for
IT. he took a glance inside, then spoke
UP with a ringing intonation:
"Halloo! Coming to live in this hoie'"
The occupant young man, evidently
workman and somewhat sCNy If one
could Judge from his complexion turned
around from some tinkerng he was en-
gagged in and met the intruder fairly,
face to face. II his Jaw fell, II seemed
10 he from admiration No other emotion
would have so lighted his eye as he took
in the others proportions and command
ing features No dress Brotherson was
never seen in any other than the home
lest rarb in these days could make him
look common or akin to his surroundings.
Whether seen near or far. his presence
always caused surprise. and surprise was
what the Young man showed, as he
answered brisdy:
YES this is to he my castle Are YOU
the owner Of the buildings? II SO ''
II am not the owner | live next door,
Haven't l seen you before, young mau?'
Never was there a more penetrating eye
than Orlando Brothersons. AS he asked
this ueustion II took some effort on the
part Of the other to hold his own and