Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-12
TODAY'S INSTALLNIENT.

Ser sentence faltered Of iucoherent
", as she drew Betty into the house
and the girl. glancing about the bare
enfovely hall with wonder. thought o.
the beauty OF the great house at Prince.
Gate and shuddered.
Mamma she paused, catching uncon
sciously at the old womans arm a door
70 her right had opened and harrington
came out into the hall
rrington-Anthony Darlington! Fol
a moment Betty Lumsden thought heI
senses had deceived her. This wreck o.
man, STOPPING and unkerpt looking, IN
shaver, with twitchnp, furtVe eyes peer
ing under his knitted brows-could THU
be the man she mad known, gay and deb
OMAR, whose gray eyes had been 81
charming and iaughter-llt7
Mamma even his voice had changed
II seemed to the girl-"I-who's that
Who the mischief have YOU got there witt
you? Didn't ! tell you"
IT'S l. Tony Betty. I've"
Betty" Incredulity and a note Of an
ger raised the pitch Of the fiat voice
what on earth-come in here, Don't fal
over the cat"
He touched her arm. and looking dowr
abe saw the upturued edge Of the rus
at which he pointed. II did not come e
her till later that he was not testing
that he had failed to distinguish between
a fold Of turned-up carpet and the grea'
black cat she saw doing by the FIRE
"well-now that you are here, ! sup.
pose one must speak 10 You, Betty II
isn't polite, perhaps, but it is the truth
] had no desire TO see you-no desire al
all, Betty"
"And in the old days we were such
friends. Tony
I'VE were-I don't know-I-turn your
face to the light, child. ! used to imag-
inc I loved you Let me see your face
can't see"
Betty obeyed. turning her face to the
light, letting him tilt up her chin and
stare earnestly into her eyes with those
poor, strained. twitching eyes Of his.
Not Trace.
No no." he muttered. There's not a
trace Of her. not trace Thank heaven
] suppose it's possible for some faith Il
exist--some purity" He turned away
with an abrupt question she ia well
] SUPPOSE
Betty caught her breath
"She? Edith, d'you mean? l dom
know. haven't heard anything of hei
for weeks and weeks. Don't you know
He hesitated. torn with q desire to aues.
ton, held back by his pride II Betty
did not know-if Betty had not heard
what had happened? This time in heI
night she had no money He remembered
now, as though il were a happening OF
an hour go. how he had rushed into hel
room and rsnsacked every cupboard ant
wardrobe, and seen all the beautiful thing
she loved left behnd-the jewels an,
trinkets in their cases all piled up in ont
great heap on the broad dressing table
the many compartments Of the safe stand
ing open, as though the flying wife in he
frenzy had wished to assure him that sh,
had taken nothing with her that was his
Then why have you Gomez he asked
brusquely. What is II that you want
why have you come"
There was a snarinR bitterness In hi
voice that gave her courage rather thar
inundated her, il was like the snarIinj
OF beast-but a sorely wounded beast
"Tony-youre ILL.," she said THAT f.
why came. lit isn't right that you
should shut yourself up here-that yol
should cut yourself off from us all
81 have my work ne said brusquely
your work-here-Tony?
Yes, l have studio here It's the
only part OF the house that is furnished
and 1t isn't in the house ut all. as a mat.
ter OF fact-it is a great wonderful barr
that 7 had converted ! am painting
painting while the Devil holds the hour.
glass Because-there is no reason or
earth why YOU should not know an
going blind. l have some work TO do be.
fore | go blind"
He paused and looked at the girl. an,
q smile that made his unshaven face sin.
gularly saturniue crossed It for mo.
ment
Would YOU care TO see my work."
"Of course, Tony. but not for min.
ute vet"
"Oh, yes. l would prefer you see the
work before you committed yourself {,
any friendly converse with the worker.
he said Has that old fool Of a woman
offered YOU any refreshment? don
know what Nannas peculiar religion,
convictions are. but | can tell YOU I'v,
been giving her her purGatory on eartf
since we came 10 the Chantrey | sup.
pose it was she who sent for you. inter.
fering old idiot l suppose she told you
i hadn't been sober for month";"
"She certainly did not said Betty
Well ! haven't" harrington snapped
what she calls sober. am what she
calls drunk now AS he spoke. with ar
ostentatiou that was not lost upon Betty
he crossed over 10 the sideboard anC
poured himself out stiff peg of whisky
drinking II at a gulp.
We'll, shah We 60 to the studio now 90
he asked, his hand on the door.
Betty followed him across the room
without word
Dear 70 Her,
The rain. which had seemed pleasant
20 Betty Lumsdeu when the wind blew
il in little gusts gainst her cheeks while