Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-05
Initials Only" y By Anna katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story Of Modern Times
fropyright, 1911, Street & Smith, !
,-oN1yrIght. 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Col
ToDAY's INSTALLMENT.

u-,, then. with the memory of this
,v,Itant hour TO fend off all shadows ala
~. midnight ind him in his solitary
,,,,e,,r in the moonlit woods, a deeply
y.-,onding figure again. Beside him.
we, the huge machine which repre-
I'D q life of power and luxury; but he
49,. 1,nqar saw it. It called to him with
am, creak and quiet snap-sounds 10
tart his blood and fire his eye week
nav a day ago But he was deaf to this
,s,c now; the call went unheeded the
g,r,re had no further meaning for him,
-, ,7Id he know or think whether he sat
=, 1;ght or in darkness; whether the woods
.,ro silent about him, or painting with
,,,a and sound. His demon had srlpped
H., again and the final battle was on
There would never be another. Mighty
. no felt himself to be, there were limits
',or 10 his capacity for endurance. He
.,rId sustain no further conflict. How
,l,or would it end? He never had doubt
himself! Yet he sat there
Around him in the forest, the night
..,.Is screeched and innumerable small
.bings without name, skurried from lair
~ lair.
He heard them not.
Move. the moon rode, fiecking the
1ssnest shadows with the silver from her
balf-turned urn. but none of the soft and
healing drops fell upon him. Nature was
ma longer a goddess, but an avenger; light
a reyealer. not a solace Darkness the
only boon
Nor had time a meaning. From early
.,.a IN early morn he sat there and knew
90, if If were one hour or twelve Earth
wa his no longer He reused, when the
SIM made everything light about him. but
o.. did not think about it. He rose but
WAS NOT conscious that he rose. He I'M
lacked the door and stepped out into the
r.4sst. bat he could never remember doing
This He only knew later that he had
b-.u in the woods and now was in his
,oon al the hotel; all the rest was phan-
t..magoria. agony and defeat.
He had crossed the Rubicon of this
worlds hopes and fears, but he had been
unconscious of the passage.
The AVeneer.
Dear Mr. Challoner: With every apol-
CIV for the intrusion, may l request
few minutes of private conversation with
ven This evening at I o'clock? Let 1t be
"ORLANDO BROTHERSON."
Mr.. Challoner had been called upon to
face many difficult and heartrending du-
ties since the blow which had desolated
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
propitiatory look when, promptly at the
hour of J. Orlando Brotherson entered his
apartments.
His pleasure or his displeasure was,
However, a matter of small consequence
to his sef-fnVlted visitor. He had come
there with a set purpose, and nothing in
heaven OF earth could deter him from it
now. Declining the offer OF seat with
the slightest of Acknowledgements in the
way of a bow. he took careful survey
Of the room before saying:
Are we alone. Mr.. ChalIoner. or is that
man Sweetwater lurking somewhere with
in nearing?"
Mr.. Sweetwater is gone, as l had the
honor Of telling YOU yesterday" was the
somewhat stiff reply. "There are no wit
nesses TO this conference, If that is what
YOU wish to know"
Thank you, but YOU will pardon my
mslstence if / request the privilege of