Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-02
Initials Only" e By Anna katherine Green
a Thrilling Mystery Story Of Modern Times

! for new and enlarged effort which comes
J with the recognition Of ones exceptional
/ powers
! All this was his and more A sweeter
/ hope, n more enduring Joy had followed
hard upon gratified ambition. Doris had
smiled on hm--Doris, She had caught
! the contagion Of the universal enthusiasm
and had given him her first ungrudging
| token Of approval It had altered his
whole outlook on life in an instant for
7 there was an eagerness in this dem
| onstration which proclaimed the relieved
| heart. She no longer trusted either ap-
| pearances or her dream. He had sue
ceeded in conquering her doubts by the
very force OF his personality, and the
| shadow which had hitherto darkened their
Intercourse had melted quite away She
was ready 10 take his word now and
Oswald's, after which the rest must fol-
low. Love does not lag far behind an
ardent admiration
! Fame, Fortune! Love, What more
could a man desire? What more could
this man, with his strenuous past and an
unlimited capacity for an enlarged future,
ask from fate than this. Yet, as he
bends over his letters. lingering some,
bur reading none beyond a line or two,
he betrays but passing elation, and
hardly lifts his head when a burst Of
loud acclaim comes ringing up to his win
dow from some ardent passcrby: "Hurrah
for Brotherson, He has put our town
on the map"
Why this desopndency? Have those
two demons seized him again? 1t would
seem so and with new and commissioning
fury. After the hour OF triumph comes
the hour of reckoning Orlando Brother
son in his hour OF proud, attainment
stands naked before his own souls tiib.
unsl and the pleader Is dumb and the
! Judge ineXorable. There is but one wit
ness to such struggles but one eye to
note the waste and desolation Of the de-
vastated soul when the storm is over
past
| Orlando BrOtAerson has succumbed the
attack was too keen. his forces too
shaken. But as the heavy minutes pass,
| he slowly regathers Ills strength and
rises, In the end cOnqueror Neverthe-
less. he knows, even in that moment Of
regained command, that the peace he had
! thus bought with strain and stress is but
momentary; that the battle Is on for life !:
that the days which to other eyes would
carry a sense of briliancy-days teeming
with work and outward satisfaction
''N'f
! brooding uncertainty which would roo
applause Of its music and even overshad-
ow the angel face of Love.
| He quaied at the prospect. materialist
| though he was. The days-the ntermin-
able days. In his unbroken strength and
the glare Of the monday sum- he forgot to
take account of the nights looming in
black and endless procession before him
II was from the day phantom lie shranE,
and not from the ghoul which works In
the darkness and makes grave of the
heart while happier mortals sleep.
| And the former terror seemed forrnid-
able enough TO him in this hour OF start
| ling realization, even if he had freed him.
/ self for the nonee from Its controlling
power, To escape all further contempla-
ton of it he would work These letters
deserved attention. He would carry them
to Oswald, and In their consideration find
distraction for the rest ofthe day, at least
| oswald was a good fellow. II pleasure
were TO be cotton from these tokens Of
good Twin, he should have his share Of #.
To Be Continued in Next Issus.