Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-10-04

this time. You knew that the extradi-
ton papers came through this MORN
ing?'
yes"
well, we're off next Wednesday.
Presume you knew that, too?'
81 heard as much Hows Claret?"
"Oh he's all right" said the detec-
tive with grunt of disgust You
can't really hurt that type of thug.
He's as full of hell already as a kid
is of mischief. Good thing you're not
going back on the same boat; he'd lay
to get you, if he hung for it. =.
Perez and Lobb aren't SO vindictive.
| though you're safe in assuming that
neither of 'em loves you to death.
Going?" Macklin added as
Crittenden betrayed symptoms of a de-
sire to continue the ascent He con-
suited his watch, announcing with a
show of surprise: It's getting late. Tell
| Rhode I'll give him twenty minutes
more. 1 don't want to so home in the
dark"
"rn tell him" Crittenden laughed.
Good night"
so long. I'll be over before we sail,
for a final confab Give Miss Grayce
my respects, please" Macklin called
after him. Night
! Crittcnden moved on, still with inquis-
/ tive eyes prying eagerly into each nook
and corner of the grounds, receiving on
/ the way an impression that the hour
was really later than he had suspected.
whose thoughts had all been taken up
with other matters since receipt of his
cryptic cable message, about mid-after-
| noon.
Now. there was a slant Of rudy burn
ing sunlight through the trees, a soft
ened tone in the long, eastward stretch
ing shadows that stencilled the velvet
| lawns, hint of evening GOODNESS in the
| air. ..
Drawing near the topm0st terrace of
the hillside, he became aware of voices:
a conversation largely dts true) domi-
mated by the sharp, incisive, but not I'M
pleasant accents of Madame Savaran,
only now and then broken in upon By
the windy, incoherent rumbling of
Rhodes bass.
| Presently ne discovered lhe couple be-
meath Pride-of-India on the lawn. at a
discreet remove from the hotel veranda:
Madame Savaran sitting quite erect IN
the mature splendor of her toilet OF
the evening, her handsome. finely mod
eled head held high, eyes scintillant, nos
trils distended with the lust of conflict,
her language playing like heat lightning
round the head of her unhappy son-in-
law; Rhode crouching low in a wicker
! lounge-chair, his detected head bent for
ward, chin on breast, immense red hands
graspinS the arms of the chair, an ex-
preston of profound and melancholy
lhelplessness adumbrating the rich color
of his carven face, petrous eyes twin
knobs of blue despair.
| Catching sight of Crittenden, he
stirred and sat up. with movement of
lanticipatory relief. Madame Savaran
likewise changed her position, moderat-
| ing the infieXible if senli-hunorous an
tagonism of her attitude toward Rhode
She beckoned the younger man with
sweeping and vivacious gesture of her
cane.
Come here" she demanded sharply
1T seems to me you've been an unrea-
| sonably long time. away"
Crittenden, by this time accustomed
to and rather amused by the old Ady's
domineering habit, smiled indulgently as
he came up and put himself into a chair
near the two. But Rhode groaned dis
mally.
That's right" he commented in a hol-
| low tone. GO on. Treat him like a SON
\ in-law, too. He can't help himself
either: he's only poor, lone. defenseless
man."
BE quiet. Migrate" madam counselled
him acidly.
"Oh, 1 say!" Crittenden interposed in
the interests of peace Cant You hold
off the dogs of war until you hear my
news? I've great news, honestly.
| Where's Cynthia?"
Upstairs. DRESSING" madame in
formed him. What is your fine news,
pray! Unless with curling
lp--"you intend to keep it to yourself
until that pert chit deigns to favor us
with her presence"
by no means" said Crittenden hasti-
| ly. "Only-I wanted her to know.
think she'll be glad. . 1 received
cablegram this afternoon"
$50 L understand" observed madame
frigidly.S And you promptly rushed off
without telling any one what it was
about"
I'm sorry, but I didn't know nv
to go to the Office to find a code book.
1t was from my agent Wroy; the man
self. You see, it was in code, and 1 had
! who handles my plays in New York. The
story of our adventure must have been
oabled home; 1 presume the newspapers
nave been full of various conflicting
accounts"
do you call that good news?"
mo, madame. 1 merely mentioned it
as a surmise to account for the fact
that Wroy knew my wherea bouts-knew
where to address me. At all
events, he's placed my last play on ex-
cellent terms with one of the best and
squarest managers in the business. Best
OF all, from point of view based on
my present very impecunious state, he
has screwed a whOpping big advance
out of the fellow. He required only my
| ratification by cable to close the deal
and deposit money to my credit at the
] bank. That's going to help me a lot,
| so ventured to present my insignifi-
cant person to your distinguished con-
sideration as a mt subject for congratu-
| lations"
/ Good work." growled Rhode
! I'm sure I'm very glad" Madame
the hrst kind words that has got past
her lips this afternoon. Honest"
/ Madame preened and began to fan
| herself complacently. why should 1
cast my pearls before such as you.
George" she inquired delicately.
Savaran told Crittenden warmly.
/ Again Rhode reused a little out of
his disconsolat;on. Believe me or not.
as you WILL" said he earnestly, "them's
| Rhode smote the air with an en-
| phatic red hand. That's Just the way
she's been goin' on ever sinst 1 blew
In here!" he declared.
Can you blame me. Mr. Crittenden?"
/ the old lady entered, in her own de-
/ tense. Am I not justified in express
| ing my indignation when I discover |
nave warmed viper in my bosom these