Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-24

/ for any long rest In less than half al
hour he sat up with start, but 50
| great were the mans powers of recuper-
alton that even this short rest revived
| him wonderfuily But he was stil groan-
| ing and muttering TO himself when he
rose and slowly moved back to his desk
! Here he sat for few minutes with his
eyes closed and. picking up his brush
set TO work again.
! For a quarter Of an hour he worked
painfully but steadily. and then there
was onther interruption. Lindener came
in
There we're dark circles under the ar
lists eyes His clothes were soiled and
had apparently never been pressed. His
loose tie was half united HIS hair was
uncombed and an inch or so too long.
Good evening. my friend, he said
huskily. as he walked across TO the desk
with his hand held out. No no. Don't
rise How are you tonight"
/ Tokoramo's worn features twisted
/ themselves into parody of a smile.
II have my work 10 finish, he said
with feeble wave of his hand over the
manuscript before him. Lindener sighed
deeply and headed for the liquor stand
Always a your work, he exclaimed
between wonder and peevishness. What
concentration wonder a you In my
early days | had some concentration, bun
nothing ike thisand time wears it
away my friend; time wears"
! He sighed deeply and drained small
glass Of cognac. Tokoramo, crouched
over his desk apparently did not hear
/ The brush was once more tracing its end
white paper Llndener sank into bis
! chair and went much TO himself
as to Tokoramo:
Il don't see how YOU can do IT, Here
/ in this room with that-that one opening
| off IT, His gaze wandered 10 the por-
there's II should think her ghost would
he with you-w would protest against it
/ And yet--the dead never harm the liv
ing 1t is the living who do the mis-
chief The dead are harmless. They
are kind gentle Their memory emo
bes. relnes Only the dead can be lovec
with pure. true, patient love The
living are faithless-only the dead are
steadfast only the dead are true"
In spite of himself Tokoramo groanec
aloud Instantly Lindener was all con
/ Germ
What is it, my frend?" he asked anx-
iously. DO YOU suffer much?"
Tokoramo raised his head. but his eyes
were closed He waved his hand to-
ward the windows
open a window my friend he beggeC
in weak voice 1T is air ] want
Iindener FASTENED to a window anC
threw It open.
1T is oppressive" he said. The coo
dawn air will do you good The window
opened to the east and the first fain
flush OF the dawn was tinging the hori
ION THE day is just breaking he sale
softly THE sky IS pink and gray-lik'
lona's cheeks and eyes. All! If you coult
have hut known her! You might have
known her but that boy in prison HI
probably brought her here TO introduce
her to YOU and instead he killed her
You would have loved her, my friend
you would have loved her in spite o
yourself You might have taken he
from him as he took her from me.
=. Tokoramo groaned again
AN MY friend. but think how ! sui
fer | think and think of her until ca
think no more.--her eyes the way sin
walked. her smile her laughter Ike a
echo Of all the sweetness in the world
THAT hoy in his cell must remember a
this
"PIeasel" moaned Tokoramo pressin