Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-17
TODAY'S INSTALLNIENT.

- L.
mo; they've gone the other way. II
was a red hot anarchist meeting, and
no mistake. They have arrested one OF
the speakers, but the other escaped. How,
we have not vet found out, but l think
there's a way out somewhere by which
he got the start Of us. He was the man
I wanted you 70 see Bad luck, Mr. An
derson, but I'm not at the end Of my
~asnurces. If youu have patience with
me ana accompany me little further,
! promise you that III only risk one
more failure. VIII you be so good, sir?'
The Incident Of the Lifted Shade.
The fellow had a way with him hard
30 resist Cold as George was and eX-
hausted by an excitement Of a kind TO
which he was wholly unaccustomed, he
found himself acceding to the detectives
request, and after a quick lunch and a
huge cup Of coffee in restaurant which
! wish I had time to describe the two
took car which eventually brought them
into one Of the oldest quarters of the bor-
eugh Of Brooklyn
The sleet which had stung their faces
in the streets of New York had been left
behind them somewhere on the bridge
but the chill was not gone from the air
Sweetwater paused in the middle Of a
long block before a lofty tenement house
OF mean appearance, and signihed that
here they were to stop. and that from
now on mum was 10 he their watchword.
George was relieved ] say, but he was
also more astonishcd than ever. What
kind ofthaunts were these for the cultured
gentleman who spent his evenings at the
Clermont? 1t was easy enough in these
days of eNtravagant sympathies to un-
derstand such man addressing the un-
easy spirits Of lower New York-he had
been called an enthusiast and an en-
thusiast is often social agitator-
but 10 trace him afterwards to
place like this was certainly n sur
prise. tenement such a tenement as
this-meant home-home for himself or
for those he counted his friends. and such
supposition seemed inconceivabIe to
my poor husband, with the memory Of
the gorgeous parlors of the Clermont in
his mind. Indeed, he hiuted something Of
the kind to his affable but strangely re-
ticent companion, but all the answer he
got was a peculiar smile whose humor-
Gus twist he could barely discern in the
semi darkness Of the open doorway into
which they had just plunged
An adventure! certainly an adventure"
flashed through poor George mind as he
peered in great curiosity down the long
hall before him, into a dismal rear, open
ing into still more dismal court It was
truly novel experience for a business
man whose philanthropy was carried on
entirely by proXy-that is, by his wife,
Should he be expected to penetrate into
those dark, ill-smelling recesses. or would
he be led up the long flights of naked
stairs, so feebly Illuminated that they
gave the impression of extending indef-
nitely into DINNER and DINNER heights of
decay and desoation?
Sweetwater seemed to decide for the
rear, for leaving George he stepped down
the hall into the court beyond, where
George could see him casting inquiring
glances up at the walls above him. An
other tenement, similar to the one whose
rear end he was contemplating, lowered
behind but he paid no attention TO that.
He was satisfied with the look he had Civ
en- and came quickly back joining George
at the foot of the staircase, up which he
silently led the way.
1t was a rude, none to- well cared for
building, but it seemed respectable
enough and very quiet, considering the
mass of people it accommodated There
were marks of poverty everywhere. but no