Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-05
Initials Only By Anna Katherine Greer
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
Copyright, 1911. Street & Smith,
tCopyright. 1911. by Dodd. Mead e. Coz
TODAY S INsTALLMENT.

Why, then, with the memory Of this
exuitant hour to fend off all shadows, did
the midnight find him in his solitary
hangar in the moonlit woods, a deeply
Responding fgure again. Beside him,
swung the huge machine which repre-
scented a life Of power and 'uxury; but he
no longer saw IT, II called to him with
many creak and quiet snap sounds to
start his blood and fire his eye a week
must W; the can went unheeded; the
future mad no further meaning for him,
nor did he know or think whether he sat
In light or in darkness; whether the woods
were silent about him, or painting with
life and sound His demon had gripped
him again and the final battle was on.
There would never be another. Mighty
As he felt himself to be, there were limits
even to his capacity for endurance He
could sustain no further conflict How
then would it END? He never had a doubt
himself, Yet he sat there.
Around him in the forest, the night
owls screeched and innumerable small
things without a name. skurried from lair
70 lair
He heard them not
+AbpAe. the MOON lbufr HFthiHE lIt'
deepest shadows with the silver from her
half-turned urn, but none Of the soft and
healing drops fell upon him. Nature was
no longer goddess, but an avenger: light
a revealer not solace. Darkness the
only boon
Nor had time meaning. From early
eve 20 early morn he sat there and knew
not II il werc one hour or twelye Earth
was his no longer. lie reused. when the
sun made everything light about him, but
he did not th'nk about il. He rose but
was MOI conscious that lac rose He I'M
locked the door and stepped out into the
forest; but he could never remember doing
this He only know later that he had
been III the woods and nov was in his
room at tic hotel; all the rest was phan-
fasmagoria. agony ana deicat
lie had crossed the iuhtcou Of this
worlds hopes and fears but he had been
Unconscious Of The passage
The AVenger
siDeur MIR Cualloner: with every arol-
oag for the intrusion. may I request a
few minutes Of private conversation with
yoa Ills evening at o'clock? Let it be
in your own room. Yours truly
"ORLANDO BROTHERsON"
MIR Chanorer had been called upon to
I
ties since the blow which had desoated
his home fell upon him.
But from none Of them had he shrunk
as he did from the interview thus de.
handed. He had supposed himself rid Of
this man He had dismissed him from his
life when he had dismissed Sweetwater.
His face, accordingly, wore anything but
a propjtiatory look when, promptly at the
hour of Z. Orlando Brotherson entered his
apartments
His pleasure or his displeasure was,
however, a matter of small consequence
10 his f-lnvted visitor. lie had come
there with set purpose and nothing in
heaven or earth could deter him from 1t
row. Declining the offer Of seat. with
the slightest Of acknowledgment in the
way OF a bow, he took careful survey
Of the room before saying:
Are we alone. Mr. Challoner, or is that
man Sweetwater lurking somewhere with
IN hearing
Mr.. Sweetwater is gone, as / had the
honor OF telling you Yesterday was the
somewhat stiff reply "Thtre are no wit
nesses TO this conference, if that is what
you wish TO know
Thank you. but YOU will pardon my
insistence II / request the privilege Of