Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-02

| to which he was accustomed in the Wom-
an Of fashon-the faint rustic of silken
skirts, the twinkle of pendant chains-in
this entry. Mrs. harrington came in as
her own maid might have done-stood re-
| vealed to him as plainly almost shah
billy, dressed, but as a woman who, even
in this unworthy setting, was beautiful
startling beautiful to this man who had
seen her before only haggard and worn
out by fatigue and grief, and even then
had thought her beautiful.
There was grief in this white face
now, framed by it's cloudy hair; latent
tragedy in the dark eyes that met his with
go direct and challenging q look But the
veil of convention was down between them
as 1t had not been on that night in the
shaded room.
Wont you sit down." Even after he
had greeted her and she had responded
to his greeting she made no movement
forward from where she stood.
Face to Face.
"Ah, yes Mechanically Edith seated
herself in the chair he indicated Her
tongue, now that she was here, face to
face with the man she sought, seemed
tired. 1t was as though the effort it had
cost her to come had exhausted her power
here, the dreadful apathy that had been
upon her since that night when she had
| fed before her husbands appraised,
| threatening arm settled itself on her once
more. What was the good? Even If now
she could secure the proof as to the
truth of the story she had told him
what would Anthony Darlington care?
| The child was dead-the barrier was
burst. He had said words to her there
| IN mat room where the dead child lay
that no self-respecting woman could ever
| forget.
Only-she was not self-respecting She
possessed nothing 1t seemed to her now,
but one intense desire-to be taken once
more to the arms of the man she loved,
and held forgiven. there
You have come to consult me, Mrs.
Barrington?' The doctor broke the ST.
lence The womans eyes were fixed on
his face with a sombre intensity, and
now-that little cloud on the horizon had
grown great and overshadowing-he could
see the black reflection OF it in those in
tent and questioning eyes
Yes, to consult you, to ask your help
in a very delicate and difficult matter. "
There was entreaty in Edith's voice.
| That night, when the first flash of recog
| ulIlOu udQ COME 10 tloT, neT impulse Ddu
been to denounce. Wisdom had come TO
her since then-the knowledge that she
must strive to convert this man into an
ally. not an enemy And surely that
ought not TO be so difficult. She had
heard much of his reputation lately-a
man whom children loved and women
trusted Surely, surely such a man could
not be wholly bad. Yet as she looked at
him she was conscious that his face
hardened. The thought unnerved her;
she Numbered clumsily into her task
No Recollection.
You don't remember me?" she asked
''Ah,' she continued quickly, for he had
interrupted her. our first meeting was
not the other night; was not a married
woman when we first met"
Indeed, l have no recollection of the
pleasure
There was q yelled insolence in his tone
and look Edith felt that even if he had
not done her that bitter wrong in the
past she would still have hated him in
stinctively-hate and feared him
My name was Lumsden. We met in
such quaint little place-eight years
ago. yet | feel you can not possibly forget
tat Runescot"
Her eyes never left his face She could
have sworn that at the mention of her
name a change of expression had crossed
IT, but the mention of Runescot found 1t
as immovable as a mask He settled
himself back in his chair.
Eight years ago? think you are
mistaken, Mrs. Darlington Eight years
ago was in Africa, and. though Runescot
is an adorable little village to which |
frequently recommend my patients. even
so recently eighteen months ago had
never seen it,"
81 think. if YOU will be kind enough 10
make an effort. Edith said, with sort
of desperate politeness. that you will re-
member 1t is impossible that / could be
mistaken; you are not the sort Of man
one forgets Or Merton You must know
that-from your birth your eyes must
have made yoa a marked man She saw
his hands go up and nerVously adjust his
glasses that hid the curious parti- colored
iris. Your voice betrays you Please
think. l want YOU TO remember-you cam
not imagine how earnestly-those days at
Runescot with your friend, Edmond Lee
vasseur.
Edmond Leyasseur?f This time there
was no possible doubt that his face had
changed How odd that Won should mem
ton Levasseur' Poor chap. that was the
man who came TO such an untimely end
the other DAY l-i'
He paused remembering I'm what man
ner 2e man met his dea To. ana looked at
IL ~rldu before hlu with "A daWning
y in bis eyes
erlainiy remember Levasseur. whom
IeW Al one Time abroad. but + fail
,rgve me Mrs Bdrrin~' fs connect
him with Yourself or with hunescot
To Be Continued in Next Issue.