Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-21

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| II do not know"
| You've never seen his brother"
| Never"
Nor his pitcure?"
! No Mr.. Brotherson has none
Aren't they friends? Does he never
mention orlando"
Very. very rarely. But I've no reason
TO think they are not on good terms I
know they correspond"
| Miss Scott7'
| Yes, Mr.. Chaloner"
dream"
Her eyes flashed to his and then fell
again
Dreams are not revelations: they are
the reproduction of what already lies
hidden in the mind. | can prove that your
dream is such"
How She looked startled.
You speak Of seeing something being
leveled at you which made you think of
pistol
Yes, ! was looking directly into IT,
But my daughter was not shot She
died from stab"
Doris lovely face, with itsrtender lines
ana glrl'Sh curves. took on a strange look
of conviction which deepened rather than
a
ing gaze
II know that YOU think so-hut nv
dream says 10. ] saw this object 1t was
pointed directly toward me-above all
saw his face. 1t was the face of one
whose ringer is on the trigger and who
means death; and | believe my dream"
Well, it was useless to reason further.
Gentle in all else. she was immova bic
so far sc this idea was concerned, and.
seeing this, he let the matter go and pre-
pared to take his leave.
| she seemed to be quite ready for this.
Anxiety about her patient had regained
ITS place in her mind, and her glance sped
constantly toward the door Taking her
hand in his, he said some kind words.
then crossed to the door and opened it,
instantly her finger flew to her lips and.
obedient to its silent injunction, he took
up his hat in silence, and was proceed
ing down the hail when the bell rang
startling them both and causing him to
step quickly back.
who is it?" she asked. Fathers in
and visitors seldom come so late"
Shall ! see?''
She nodded, looking strangely troubled
as the door swung open. revealing the tall.
strong figure Of man facing them from
the porch.
"A stranger" formed itself upon her
lips, ana she was moving forward when
the man suddenly stepped into the glare
of the light and she stopped with a
murmur of dismay- which pierced Mr.
Challoaer's heart and prepared him for
the words which now fell shudderingiy
from her lips:
1T is he, 1t is he! l SAID fat ! should
know him wherever ] saw him" Then
with a quiet turn toward the intruder,
"Oh, why, why did you come here!"
do You Know My sro&her?"
Her hands were thrust out to repel her
features We're fixed; her beauty something
wonderful. Orlando Brotherson, thus
met. stared for q moment at the vision
before him, then slowly and with effort
Withdrawing his gaze, he sought the face
Of Mr. Chelloner with the first sign of
open disturbance that gentleman had ever
seen IN him
"Ah.' said he, my welcome is readily
understood I see YOU far from home,
sir
And, with an ironcal bow, he turned
again to Doris. who had dropped her
hands. but in whose cheeks the pallor
still fingered in a way to check the easy
flow of words with which he might have
sought to carry off the situa ton.
Am | in oswald Brothersons house"
he asked. Il was directed here. But
possibly there may be some mistake. "
1T is here he lives" said she; moving
back autCmat iCallY till she stood again by
The threshold of the small room in which
she had received Mr.. Challoner. DO
YOU wish TO see him tonight? If so,
fear it is impossible He has been very
ill and is not allowed to receive waits
from strangers"
81 am not a stranger" announced the
newcomer, with a smile few could see I'M
moved it offered such a contrast to his
stern and dominating figure. II thought
heard some words of recognition which
would prove your knowledge of that fact.
She did not answer Her lips had
parted but her thought, or at least the
expression OF her thought, hung suspend
ed in the terror Of this meeting for
which she was not at all prepared. He
seemed to note this terror, whether or not
he understood its cause, and smiled
gain, as he added
Mr. Brotherson must have spoken OF
his brother. orlando ! am he, Miss
Scott win YOU LEI me come in now
Her eyes; sought those of Mr. ChaIloner,
who quietly nodded. Immediately she
stenped from before the door which her
enter she begged Mr.. Challoner. with an
tmrloring look. to sustain her in the in
terview she saw before her He had no
desire for this encounter. especially as
Mr. Brothersons glance in his direction
had been anything but conciiatory, He
was cutie convinced that nothing was 10
be gained by il, but he. could not resist
her appeal. and followed them into the
IIule room whose limited dimensions
made the tall Orlando ,ook bigger and
stronger and more lordly in his self
confidence than ever.
II am sorry it is so late she began.
contemplating his intrusive figure with
forced composure. We have TO be very
| uufal in tile evenings so as not 70 dls-
furh yolIr brothers first sleep, which is
of great Importance to him.
10 Be Continued in Next Issue