Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-28
Copyright, 1911, Street & SAITH
(Copyright 1871, by Dodu, Mead a Coz
TODAY,S INSTALLMENT.

TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
1T !. rue Other men have followed
just such unworthz impulses and been
ashamed and sorry afterwards was
sorry and I was ashamed, and soon as
my first anger was over went 20 tell her
so. But she mstooh my purpose and"
And what
Orlando hesitated. Even MS iron nature
trembIed before the misery he saW-a
misery he WAS destined to augment rath-
er than soothe. With pains altogether ont
OF keeping with his character, ne sought
in the recesses Of his darkened mind for
words less bitter and less abrupt than
those which sprang Involuntary to his
lips Bul he did not find them. Though
he pitied his brother and wished 10 show
that he did, nothing but the stern Ian
Suage suitable to the stern fact he wished
TO impsrt. would leave his lips
And ended the pitiful struggle Of the
moment with one quick. unprecedented
blow" vas what he said. There is no
other explanation possible for this act,
oswald Bitter as it is for me to ac-
knowledge IL, l am thus far guilty Of this
beloved womans death. But, as God
hears me, from the moment ] FIRST saw
her. TO the moment I saw her last. ] did
not know, nor did ! for moment dream
that she was anything to you or 10 any
other man Of my stamp and station. .
thought she despised my country birth
my mechanical attempts. my lack Of arts
tocrauc pretensions and traditions"
"t'dth?'
Nov thar ! know she had other rea
sous for her contempt -that the words
she wrote were in rcbuke TO the brother
rather than to the man. feel my guilt
q my " f1C a
more ! should but insult Your grief 10y
any lengthy expressions Of regret and
sorrow"
groau Of intolersbIe anguish from the
sick mans lips and then The quick thrust
Of his reawakened intelligence rising su
pericr o The overthrow Of all his hopes.
For woman of Ediths principle to
seek death in moment OF desperation,
the provocatton must have been very
great. Tell me II I'm to hate you through
life yea through all eternity If must
seek in some unima ginable failure Of my
own character or conduct the cause Of
her intoerable despair"
oswald The tone was controlling
and yet that Of one strong man to an
other rs it for US to read the heart OF
any woman least Of all of a woman Of her
suscepubilities and keen inner life? The
WISH 10 enQ all comes 10 some ma uHeN
like lightning fash from clear sky. IT
comes, il goes. often without leaving
sign But II weapon chances TO be neal
there il was in hand) death fol-
lows the impulse which, given an instant
OF thought, would have vanished in a
back sweep of other emotions. Chance
was the real accessory to this death
by suicide Oswald lei realize it as
such and accept our sorrow as mutual
burden and turn to what remains TO us
of life and labor Work is grief's only
Consolation. Then let us work"
But Of all this Oswald had caught but
the one word.
Chance" he repeated Orlando, | be
lieve in Cod
Then seek your comfort there find
1t in Harvesting the winds; in forcing the
powers Of nature to do my bidding"
The other did not speak and the ST.
lence grew heavy. 1t was broken. when il
vas broken, by cry from Oswald
NO more, said he. mo more" Then.
in yearning accent, Send Doris to me
Orlando started. This name coming so
close upon that word comfort produced
strange effect upon him. But another
look a Oswald and he was ready to do
his bidding, The bitter ordeal was over:
lei him have his solace if il was in her
power to give IT to him.
Orlando. upon leaving his brothers
room, did not stop to deliver that broth
ers message directly to Doris: he left
TINS for Truda to do, and retired imme-
dately to his hangar in the woods Lock
ing himself in, he slightly raised the roof
and then sat down before the car which
was rapidly taking on shape and assum-
ing that individuality and appearance of
Sentient life which hitherto he had only
seen in dreams. But his eye. which had
never failed to kindle at this sight be
fore. shone DULY in the semi gloom. The
air car could wait; he would first have
his hour in this solitude of his own max
ing. The gaze he dreaded, the words
from which he shrank could not penetrate
here, He might even shout her name
aloud, and only these wiudowless walls
would respond lie was alone with his
past, his present and his future
Alone,
lie needed 10 be The strongest must
pause when the precipice yawns before
him. The gulf can be spanned: he feels
himself forceful enough for that: but his
eyes must take their measurement of it
first; he must know its depths and posi-
HE dangers Only a fool would ignore
these sleeps Of Jagged rock; and he was
no fool, only a man TO whom the unex-
pected had happened, q man who had
seen his way clear TO the horizon and
then had come up against this, Love.
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