Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-02
Initials Only" y By Anna katherine G5sen
A Thrilling Mystery Story Of Modern Times

for new and enlarged effort which comes
with the recognition of ones exceptional
powers.
All this was his and more a sweeter
hope, a more enduring joy had followed
hard upon gratified ambition. Doris had
smiled on him-Doris! She had caught
the contagion of the universal enthusiasm
and had given him her first ungrudging
token of approval. 1t had altered his
whole outlook on life in an instant. for
! there was an eagerness in this dem
onstration which proclaimed the relieved
heart she no longer trusted either APP
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 darlSened their
intercourse had melted quite away. She
was ready to 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 a passing elation, and
hardly lifts his head when a burst of
loud acclaim comes ringing up to his win
dow from some ardent passerby: "Hurrah
for Brothersoni 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 overmastering
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 trib.
unal 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 Brotherson has succumbed the
attack was too keen, his forces too
| shaken But as the heavy minutes pass.
| he slowly regathers his strength and
rises, in the end a 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 COR life;
that the days which to other eyes would
carry sense Of brilliancy-days teeming
with work and outward satisfaction
would hold within their hidden depths a
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applause of it's music and even overshad-
ow the angel face of Love.
He quailed at the prospect, materialist
| though he was. The days-the intermin-
able days! In his unbroken strength and
| the glare of the monday sun, he forgot to
| take account of the nights looming in
black and endless procession before him.
1t was from the day phantom he shrank,
and not from the ghoul which works in
the darkness and makes a grave of the
heart while happier mortals sleep,
And the former terror seemed formid-
able enough to him in this hour of start
ling realization, even If he had freed him
! self for the nonce from its controlling
power. To escape all further contempla-
ton of il 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. If pleasure
were to be cotton from these tokens OF
| goodwill, he should have his share of it.
To Be Continued in Next Issue