Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-21
Initials Only y By Anna katherine Creme
A Thrilling Mystery Story Qf Mod7n Times

! or
Il do not know"
You've never seen his brother"
| Never"
Nor his pitcureo"
No; Mr.. Brotherson has none"
Aren't they friends? Does he never
mention Oriando?"
TO think they are not on good terms. l
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 is such
! How She looked startled
You speak Of seeing something being
! leveled at you which made you think of a
pistol
Yes. ! was looking directly into IT."
But my daughter was not shot. She
died from stab"
J 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.
II know that you think so-but my
dream says no. saw this object 1t was
! pointed directly toward bove all, I
| saw his face. II was the face Of one
| whose finger Is on the trigger and who
means death; and believe my dream"
Well, it was useless to reason further
| Gentle I'm all else she was immovabe
so far this idea was concerned and,
seeing this, he let the matter go and pre-
! pared 10 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 ne said some kind words
/ then crossed TO the door and opened It,
Instantly her finger few to her lips. and,
! obedient to its silent injunction, he took
mp his hat IN silence, and was proceed
ing down the hall 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 50 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, and she was moving forward, when
the man suddenly stepped into the glare
Of the light and she stopped, with a
murmur of dsmay which pierced Mr.
! Challoner's heart and prepared him for
the words which now fell shudder!ngly
from her lips:
1t is he, 1t is he! | said that l should
know him wherever | saw him" Then
with a quiet turn toward the intruder,
"Oh, why, why did you come herep'
"Do You Know Ny Brother"
Her hands were thrust out to repel her
features were fixed; her beauty something
wonderful. Orlando Brotherson thus
met, stared for a moment at the vision
before him. then slowly and with effort
Withdrawing his gaze. he sought the face
of Air. Challoner with the first sign of
open disturbance that gentleman had ever
seen in him.
All said he, my welcome Is readily
understood. l see YOU far from home
| sir"
And. with an ironica bow he turned
again To Doris who had dropped her
hands, but in whose cheeks the pallor
stlll fingered in way to check the easy
flow of words with which he might have
Am | in oswald Brotherson's house,"
he asked. ~ 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. Challoner do
YOU wish TO see him tonight? II So
fear ii is impossible He has been very
i'll and is not allowed to receive visits
from strangers"
Il am not stranger" announced the
newcomer with a smile few could see I'M
moved it offered such a contrast to his
stern and dominating figure. 81 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
| again, he added
Mr.. Brotherson must have spoken Of
his brother, Orlando. Il am he. Miss
Scott. WIN 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 concliatory He
was quite convinced that nothing was to
be gained by II, 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.
II am sorry It is so late" she began.
contemplating his intrusive figure with
/ forced composure. I'VE have to be very
quiet I'm the evenings so as not to dis
Wrh your brothers first sleep, which is
of great importance TO him
To Be Continued in Next Issue.