Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-17
copyright. 1911, Street & Smith)
.C,nvright, 1911, by Dodd Mead G. Coz
TODAY IS INSTALLMENT.

"No: they've gone the other way. 1t
ms a red hot anarchist meeting, and
- mistake They have arrested one of
be sneak ers, but the other escaped. How.
"a have not yet found out; but | think
here's a way out somewhere by which
10 cot the start of us. He was the man
: n,anted YOU to see. Bad luck, Mr.. An
derson. but I'm not a the end of my
reeources II you'll have patience with
me- and accompany me a little further,
I promise you that I'll only risk one
more failure. Will you be so good. sir?'
The Incident of the Lifted Shade
The fellow had a way with him hard
IN resist Cold as George was and eX-
bausted by an excitement of a kind to
which he was wholly unaccustomed, he
found himself acceding to the detective $
rsouest; and after a quick lunch and a
hinge cup of coffee in a restaurant which
I wish l had time to describe, the two
took a car which eventually brought them
into one of the oldest quarters of the Dor
ough of Brooklyn.
The sleet which had stung their faces
in he streets of New York had been left
behind them somewhere on the bridge,
hut the chill was not gone from the air,
and George felt greatly relieved when
Sweetwater paused in the middle of a
long block before a lofty tenement house
Of mean appearance, and signitied that
here they were to stop, and that from
now on mum was to be Their WatChword.
George was relieved ! say but he was
also more astonished than ever What
kind Of haunts were these for the cultured
gentleman who spent his evenings at the
Clermont? 1t was easy enough in these
ocy.,Y1 S-Kr1, ! lbs.
derstand such man addressing the un-
easy spirits of lower New Gork-he had
been called an enthusiast. and an en-
thusiast is often a social agitator-
but to trace him afterwards to a
place like this was certainly a sur
prise A tenement-such a tenement as
this-meant home-hOme for himself or
tor those he counted his friends, and such
a supposition seemed inconceivable to
my poor husband, with the memory of
the gorgeous parlors of the Clermont in
his mind. Indeed, he limited something of
the kind to his affable but strangely re-
tcent companion. but all the answer he
got was a peculiar smile whose humor-
Gus twist he could barely discern in the
mi-darkness of the open doorway into
which they had just plunged.
AN adveE re! certainly an adventure,
flashed through Door Georges mind. as he
peered. in great curiosity down the long
hall before him, nto a dismal rear, open
ing into a still more dismal court 1t 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 desolation?
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 cOmtempla ting, 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- we'll 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