Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-18
Copyright. 1911, Street & Smith.)
1911, by Dodd, Mead & Coz
TODAY s INSTALLMENT.

TODAY - IND ALLN EN- l.
che realized. for one shocked moment,
,,s full extent of her fears, she fastened
hsc, into the sitting room. with her col
,s,r.nn Of books and pamphlets A low
adjoining room.
.uoris. come here. sweet child.
want you"
How she would have bounded joyously
,,. .re summons had not that Dread raised
&c honv finger in every call from that
dearly loved voice AS it was her feet
moved slowly, lingering at the sound.
Bn, il carried her to his side at last.
and once there she smiled.
see what an armful," she cried, in
loyous greeting. as she held out the bun
die she had brought. You will be
amused all day Only, do not tire your
sell
OF DO not want the papers, Doris not
vet There's something else which must
came first Doris. | have decided to let
Won write to her. I'm so much better
now. she will not he alarmed. | must
,cuet get a word from her. Pm starving
FOR H. | lie here and can think of moth
ing else \ message-one little mes
sage of six short words would set me non
nv feet again. So get your paper and
men. dear child and write her one of your
nretuest letters
Had he loved her he would have per-
cefved the chill which shook her whole
body as he spoke But his first thought,
his penetrating thought was not fer her
and he sow only the answering glance,
the uatiert smile She had not expected
him TO see more. She knew that she was
unite safe from the diving look; other
wise he would have known her secret
long ago
I'm ready" said She But She ed not
IN the important tnrng first Shall | get
my desk? DO you really wish me to
lal down her bundle. She was not ready
f,r her task. poor child. She quaiied
before IT, She quailed so much that she
feared To stir lest he should sec that she
had no command over her movements.
The man who watched without seeing
wondered that she stood So still and spoke
So briefly But only for a moment. He
thought he understood her hesitation,
and a look of great earnestness replaced
his former one of grave decision.
- know that in doing this | am going
beyond my sacred compact with Miss
Chaloner" he said ~ never thought
of illness al least. of illness on my part.
I never dreamt that l. always SO we'll,
always so full of life. could know such
feebleness as this. feebleness when is ar
of the body, Doris. leaving the mind free
to dream and long. Talk OF her, child.
Tell me all over again just how she
looked and spoke that day YOU saw her
m New York"
Would il not be better for me to write
my Iettel first? Papa will be coming soon
and Truda can never cook your bird as
you like II 90
Surprised now by something not quite
natural in her manner, he caught at her
hand and held her as she was moving
away.
You are tired" said he i've wearied
yoD Win my commission and my com
laa nts Forgive me dear child, and -
"1od ere mistaken" she Interrupted,
softly. II am not tired; I only wished to
Rrife2'
Yes" said he softly dropping her
hand II wish you to write. 1t will In
sure me good sleep. and sleep viii make
me strong 4 few words Doris; Just a
few words "
She nodded; turning quickly away to
hide her tears. His smile had gone to
her very soul 1t was always a beauti-
mi one. his chief personal attraction but
a this moment il seemed to conCen-
traie within it the unspoken fervors and
the boundiess expectations of a great
love, and he who was the aim and
cause of all this sweetness lay in I'M
responsive silence in a distant tomb
Eut Doris own smile was not lacking
in encoura cement and beauty when she
came back a few minutes later and sat
down by his side to write His melted
before it, leaving his eyes very earnest
as he watched her bending figure and
the hsrd-worked little hand at it's unac-
customed task
must give her daily exercises he
decided within himself. THAT look of
pain shows how difficult this work is for
ne" 1t must be made easy at any cost to
ne about the last piece of embroidery you
showed me. She viii be glad to hear
why. Doris"
on, Mr.. Brotherson." the poor child
hlrSt out, YOU must let me cry! I'm
SO glad to see you better and Interested
!h all sorts of things. These are not tears
o. grief. G-I-but I'm forgetting what
Inc doctor told me. You are growing eX