Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-22

You re talking" There was q childish
petulance In her tone. but the vague fear
in her eyes mad deepened
Where is Tempest street and what
bag do YOU mean
For answer Remington nut his hand in
his pocket and drew out the vanity bag
of violet crushed morocco which had con-
tanned the Lake of Blood. and held il to-
wards her His hand trembled SO that.
as the moonlight fell on the name that
sprawed across the corner. 1t touched
every brilliant of which il was composed
10 a tiny point OF trembling flame. and her
name looked up at her written in fire,
Betty
"Ahr The girls short, appalled, cry
rang out sharply on the quietness Of the
night. With a transition that was star
tiing-child no longer, but trembling, ter
rlfed woman-she leaned forward, staring
at the bag In his hand, her eyes full OF a
horror that was no longer vague. my
bag Where-ah, now ! remember!"
1t seemed to Remington that nothing
could ever glot out from his memory the
agony Of those two words-"I remember"
moment Of absolute silence followed
the cry. He stood swept by an almost
sickening reaction What was it he had
done? He had succeeded incredibly, be-
yond all hope, in doing what he had so
ardently Ionged TO do: he had pierced
those merciful mists Of forgetfulness
which shock and fear had raised in the
girls brain. but now he felt he would
gladly give his right hand to undo what
he had done. For what was # she re-
membered which held her there rigid be-
fore him?
RaffV rafead han o,tn. fne... A.
held, and the glance that met his own
was so fun of pain and fear that it hurt
him as knife thrust In his heart
An Awakening.
Then it was no dream! remember It
all move everything; all that horror, the
strange, terrifying house, and the awful
quiet Of that room Oh. how | remember
now"
Shudderingly she pressed her hands over
her eyes, as II to shut out the terrible men
tai vision that had swept back on her with
surgng rush.
Betty Betty Remington took step
towards her, an overwhelming pity vel
ling up In his heart The sight Of that
white. grief-ravaged face. those eyes
filled with fear and horror seemed to
swept all sense of anything save his love
for this woman from his mind. Whatever
she had done. whatever the consequences
to himself or to any other Of that action,
all that mattered now was that she was
10 be comforted. treasured His arm
closed about her holding her fast-so that
as though he defied even the shadow of
fear to creep between them That s all
that 1t is-an ugly dream darlingl A
dream that YOU must forget "
T,,gt
embrace, leaning against his shoulder
with the faint. satisfied sigh OF a tired
child: then with an almost violent alb
ruptness she wrenched herself away from
him, facing him with a desolste cry.
"Oh, no. not now--not now. Is this a
time to think OF such things? Don't you
realize what lies between us?"
II was very stin there by the river
! Even the faint cry OF the night-bird in the
woods was silenced Rilnington seemed
10 feel the silence like some tangible
thing, brooding over him, a sentent thins
that listened and waited
Betty, what madness is this"
| He took a step forward and caught her
wrists, for the girl swayed as though she
would have fallen; but she put him from
her with a strange strength and stood
leaning against a tree. her face hidden by
her hands.
Madness Jack. how did you bring
me here. Oh tell me what has happened
the world seems to be whirling round
How did YOU get me out Of that place of
horror"
Recollection.
Rmington's face twitched Could it be
possible that the bridging rays between
the night in Tempest street a week ago
and tonight had slipped utterly out of her
life? Had she awakened to remembrance
only of the horror awakened in vain?
To Be Continued in Next Issue.