Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-17
Copyright. 1911, Street &. smith,
YConvright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Coz
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

was Doris thinking of him? Undoubt-
sdI,- for her eyes often flashed his way;
hut her main attention was fixed upon
tho road. though no one was in sight at
the moment Some one had passed for
whose return she looked; some one whom,
~ she had been asked to describe, she
would have called a tall, tine-looking man
~ middle age, of a cultivated appear
ance seldom seen in this small manufac-
turing town; seldom seem possibly, in any
town. He had glanced up at the win
dow as he went by, in a manner too
marked not to excite curiosity. Would he
look up again when he came back? She
was waiting there to see Why, she did
not know She was not used to indulg
Ing in petty suppostions of this kind: her
life was too busy, her anxieties too keen.
The great dread looming ever before her,
the dread of that hour when she must
speak.-left her very little heart for any
thing associated with this coming event.
For girl of seventeen she was unusually
thoughtful Life had been hard in this
little cottage since her mother died or
rather she had felt its responsibilities
keeny.
Life itself could not be hard where Os-
valid Brotherson lived; neither to man,
possesses a divine faculty. If it can help
no other way, it does so by the aid of
its own light. Such was the character of
This mans temperament. The cottage was
happy place; only-she never ia thomed
the depths of that only If in these DAYS
she essayed at times to do so, she gave
full credit TO the Dread which roseI ever
before her-rose like a ghost She, Doris,
led by inscrutable Fate. was waiting to
hurt him who hurt nobody whose mere
presence was a blessing.
But her interest had been caught to-
DAY. caught by this stranger, and when
during her eager watch the small mes
senger from the Works came to the door
with the usual daily supply of books and
magazines for the patient. she stepped out
on The porch to speak to him and to
point out the gentleman who was now
rapidly returning from his stroll up the
road
who is that. Johnny" she asked you
know everybody who comes to town.
What is the name of the gentleman you
see coming"
The boy looked, searched his memory.
not without some show of misgiving.
plishment. | must not neglect so plain
a duty"
mean tune, Sne was struggling to find
words in face of that great Dread She
had written Dear Miss ChaIloner and
was staring in horror at the soulless
Il can not she murmured. 81 can
not think what TO say.
Shall / help your" came softly from
the bed. IN try and not forget that
It is Doris writing
If you will be SO good" she answered.
with renewed courage. Il can put the
words down if you will only find them
for me"
Write then: Dear Miss chaIoner' "
have already written that"
Why do you shudder?"
m cold. I've been cold all day But
never mind that, Mr.. Brotherson Tell
me how to begin my letter
This way. i've not been able to
answer your kind letter because have
had 10 play nurse for some three or four
weeks to very fretfuI and exacting pa.
tent,' Have you written that"
No, said Doris. bending over her
desk till her curls fell in a tangle over
her white cheeks. II do not like to-"
she protested at last, with an attempt at