Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-01
Initials Only By Anna katherine G5es1
A Thrilling Mystery Story Of Modvm Time,

| likely enough that you've seen me not
once but many times. I'm the fellow
| who works at the bench next the window
| In Schuper's repairing shop Everybody
| knows me"
Audacity often carries the day when
subter means would fail Brotherson
stared at the youth, then ventured an
other question:
| "A carpenter eh?'
| Yes, and I'm an Al man at my Job
! Excuse my brag. It's my one card of
/ Introduction"
I've seen you I've seen YOU some
| where else than in Schuper's shop. Do
| YOU remember me?"
No, sir, I'm sorry 10 be lmperllte but
| ] don't remember you at all Won't YOU
| sit down? It's not very cheerful, but
/ m so glad TO get out OF the room I was
in last night that this looks all right
to me Back there, other building" he
| whispered. y didn't know, and took the
| room which had a window in IT, but
! The stop was significant; 50 was his smile
| which had a touch OF sickness in f.,
| as well as humor.
But Brotherson was not to be caught
You slept in the building last night?
| Yes slept?
The strong lip of the older man curled
/ disdainfully.
| Il saw you" said he You were
| standing in the window overlooking the
court You were not sleeping then. |
| suppose you know that a woman died in
that room?"
Yes; they told me % his morning"
Was that the first you'd heard of it?r
| Sure The word sIaost Jumped at the
quesioner do you suppose 70 have
taken the room if"
| But here the intruder, with a disdain-
ful grunt turned and went out. disgust
in every feature plain, unmistakabIe,
/ downright disguise and nothing more,
This was what gave Sweetwater his
! second bad night. this and certain dis
covery he made. lie had counted on hear
ing what went on in the neghboring
| room through the partition running back
! OF his own closet. But he could hear
| nothing, unless it was the shutting down
OF window, loud snee2c. or the rat
! Ting Of Goals as they were put on the
fire. And these possessed no significance
! What he wanted was To catch the secret
| sigh, the muttered word. the involuntary
movement He was too far removed from
! this man sim
How should he manage 10 get nearer
! hm-at the door of his miud-of his
heart Sweetwater stared all night from
! his miserable cot into The darkness of
| that separating closet and with no re
suit His task looked hopeless: no won
der that he could get no rest
Next morning he felt i'll. but he rose all
the same, ana tried to get his own break
fast He had but partially succeeded and
was sitting on the edge of his bed in
| Wreiched discomfort, when the very man
! he was thinking of appeared at his door.
I've come to see how YOU are" said
, brojhetson 81 noticed that YOU did not
look well last night Won't YOU come in
and share my pot of Coffee"
IL can't eat" mumbed SWeetwater.
for once in his life thrown completely
: off his balance, You're very kind but
j III manage all right I'd rather. I'm
I not quite dressed, you see, and | must get
! TO the shop
Then he thought What an opportu-
nifty I'm losing Have ! any right to turn
! tan because he plays his game from the
( outset with trumps? No, I've a small
trump somewhere about me TO lay on this
/ trick 1t isn't an ace. but itII show I'm
not chicane" And smiling though no,
! with his usual checrfuness. Sweetwater
! added, rs the coffee all made? ! might
take a drop OF that. But you mustn't
ask me to eat just couldn't"
/ Yes, the coffee is made and II ism
mad either You'd better put ON your
coat the han is draughty" And wait
| ing till Sweetwater did SO. he led the way
back to his own room, Brotherson's man
ner expressed perfect ease, Sweetwater's
| not lie knew himself changed in looks
in bearing, in feeling even; but was he
changed enough to deceive this man OIL
the very spot where they had confronted
each other a few days before in a keer
mn l1 zYttst roll.
passed on his way TO the table where
the simple breakfast was spread out
showed him a figure so unlike the alert
businesslike chap he had been that night
that he felt his old assurance revive ir
time to ease situation which had ne
Il counterpart in his experience
Il am going out myself today SC
we Will have TO- hurry bit" was
' Brothersou's first remark as they
seated themselves at table DO you like
your coffee plain or with milk in itY''
Plain Gosh, what pjcturesl Wher,
] do YOU set en- You must have a lot o
coin. Swcetwatcr was staring at tn,
row of photographs, mostly of very
high order, tackled along the wall separat
ing the two rooms They were unframed
but they We're mostly copies of great pic
lures and the effect was rather impos
and the otherwise homely fittings
Yes, I've enough for that kind @
l thing. was his hosts reply But tn,
e tone was reserved, and Sweetwater di,
= not presume along this line. Instead. HI
looked al the books piled upon the sheIve
under these photographs, and wondere,
: aloud at their number and at the MAJ
Y who could waste such a lot OF time il
D reading them. But ne made no more di
: rect remarks Was he cowed by the pen
etrating eye he encountered whenever H.
: yielded to the fascination eNerted by Mr.
. Brotherson's personality and looked hi
Y way He hated to think SO. yet some
S thing held him i'm check and made hin
r listen, open mou,hed, when the othe
chose to speak
Yet there was one cheerful moment
1t was when he noticed the careless wa
: i'm which those books were arranged upoI
. their shelves An idea had come 10 him
+, He hid uls relief in his cup. as he draiue,
S the last drops of the coffee which reall