Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-22
LAS Mr.. Brotherson's brother"
But you do not think it was his broth

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 scott?"
Yes, Mr.. Challoner."
you must not rely too much upon your
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. I can prove that your
dream Ia sucn.
How" She looked startled
You speak of seeing something being
leveled at you which made you think OF a
pistol"
Yes, l was looking directly into It."
But my daughter was pot shot. She
died from stab"
Doris lovely face, with It's tender lines
and girlish curves. took on a strange look
Of conviction which deepened, rather than
melted. under his indulgent but penetrat
ing gaze.
dream says no. I saw this object. 1t was
pointed directly toward me-above all,
saw his face. It was the face Of one
whose finger is on the trigger and who
means death; and ! believe my dream"
Well II was useless to reason further.
Gentle in all else, she was immovable
so far as 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
it's 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 1t.
Instantly her finger flew to her lips, and,
obedient to it's 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?" bhe asked. Fathers In
and visitors seldom come so late"
Shall l see?"
She nodded, looking strangely troubled
as the door swung open. revealing the tall.
strong figure of a man facing them from
the porch
"a stranger" formed itself upon her
lips, and she was moving forward, when
tho man suddenly stepped into the glare
OF the light, and she stopped, with a
murmur of dismay which pierced Mr.
Challoners heart and prepared him for
the words which now fell shudderingly
from her lips:
TT is hel 1t is he! / said that should
know him wherever 1 saw him." Then
with a quiet turn toward the intruder,
oh why, why did you come herel'
"Do You Know NY 5rOsherr'
Her hands we're thrust out to repel, her
features were fixed; her beauty something
wonderful Orlando Brotherson, thus
met, stared for moment at the vision
before him, then slowly and with effort
Withdrawing his gaze, he sought the face
of Mfr. Challoner with the first sign OF
open disturbance that gentleman had ever
seen In him.
An" said he. my welcome is readily
understood. / see you far from homo,
str"
And, with an ironical bow, he turned
again to Doris. who had dropped her
hands, but in whose cheeks the pallor
still fingered in way to check the easy
flow of words with which he might have
sought to carry off the situation
Am I in Oswald Brotherson's house?"
he asked. II was directed here But
possibly there may be some mistake"
1T is here he lives" said she; moving
back automatically till she stood again by
the threshold of the small room in which
she had received Mr.. ChalIoner. DO
you wish TO see him tonight? II SO,
fear it Is impossible. He has been very
Ill and is not allowed to receive visits
from strangers
Il am not stranger" announced the
newcomer, with smile few could see un-
moved. 1t 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
expressi ION 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
a gain, az he added:
Mr. Brotherson must have spoken Of
his brother. Orlando. / am he Miss
Scott. VIII you let me come in now?"
Her eyes sought those OF Mr.. Challoner,
who quietly nodded Immediately she
stepped from before the door which her
figure had guarded, and, motioning him to
enter. she begged Mr.. Challoner, with an
imploring look, to sustain her in the in
terview she saw before her He had no
desire for this encounter, especially as
Mr.. Brotherson's glance in his direction
had been anything but conciliatory. He
was quite convinced that nothing was to
be gained by IL, but he could not resist
her appeal, and followed them into the
little room whose limited dimensions
made the tall Orlando look bigger and
stronger and more lordly in his self
confidence than ever.
Il am sorry 1t is so late" she began,
contemplating his intrusive figure with
| forced composure. I'VE have TO be very
quiet in the evenings so as not to dis.
turb your brothers first sleep, which is
| of great Importance to him"
| To Be Continued in Next Isnua