Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-11
,c,pvright 1911, Street & smith,
lC,.yrP?obt 1911, by Dodd, Mead & COB
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.


he approached the doorstep. his
irvoIuntarily formed an anticipa-
mage of the child whose first
,os in embroidery were like a fairy's
ling TO the strong man who worked
and possibly figured out bridges.
-,.. che would prove to be of the anemic
c,n,n1on among working girls gifted
.a, an imagination they have but scant
,ororuntty to exercise, he had little
oubJ.
us was therefore taken aback
han at his first step upon the
.rcb the door before him flew open,
and he beheld in the dark recess be
,,cd young woman Of such
t-f,bt and blooming beauty that he
,.r5Iv noticed her expression of extreme
..,.;,ty fill she lifted her hand and laid
an admonitory finger softly on her lip:
.,uusb,' she whispered, with an earn
,srress which reused him from his alb
sornrton and restored him to the full
meaning of this encounter. There is
sf..ness IN the house and we are very
,nyfops Is your errand an important
oneo If not" The faltering break in
,be fresh. Young voice. the look she cast
bebind her into the darkened interior,
were eloquent with the hope that he would
.aragnfze her Impotence and pass on.
And So he might have done,-so he
wound have done under all ordinary cir
ermstances. But if this was Doris-and
he did not doubt the fact after that first
moment of startled surprise-hOw dare he
forpgo this opportunity of settling the
question which had brought him here.
with a slight stammer but otherwise
. giving no evidence of the effect made upon
him by the passionate intensity with
which she had urged this plea, he as
s,red her that his errand was important,
h.. one SO quickly told that it would de-
ray her but a moment But first" said
he with very natural caution. '1et me
make sure that it is to Miss Doris Scott
am speaking My errand is to her and
her only
Without showing any surprise, perhaps
foo engrossed in her own thoughts to feel
any, she answered with simple drectness,
Yes. am Doris Scott" Whereupon he
became his most persuasive self. and pull
ing out folded paper from his pocket,
auened it and held it before her with
these words
Then viii YOU be so good as to glance
At This letter and tell me if the person
whose initials YOU will find at the bottom
hauntns 10 be in town a the present mo-
menIn
In some establishment now. she glanced
down at the sheet thus boldly thrust be-
fore her, and recognizing the O and the
r of we'll known signature. she flashed
4 look back at Sweetwater in which he
read A confusion of emotions for which
be was hardly prepared,
"Ah," thought he. Its coming. In an
other moment | shall hear what will re-
pay me for the trials and disappointments
pf all these months
But the moment passed and he had
heard nothing. Instead, she dropped her
hands from the door jamb and gave such
ann stakable evidences of intended flight,
toat but one alternative remained to him;
he became abrupt.
Trusting the paper still nearer he
said. with an emphasis which could not
fail of making an impression. Read it.
Read the whole letter. You will find your
name there. This communication was ad
dressed to Miss Challoner. but"
oh. now she found words. With a low
c'', she put out her hand in quick en-
treaty, begging him to desist and not
speak that name on any preteXt or for
amy purpose. He may rouse and hear"
she explained with another quick look be
ha" her, "The doctor says that this is
Ne critical day. He may become con-
S0o1s any minute. II he should and were
' near that name, it might Kill him"
ne, SWeetwater perked up his ears.
Whom do you mean by he?"
NF Brotherson, my patient. he whose
't''' But here her impatience rose
aO''e every other consideration. With
0., attempting to finish her sentence. or
>'e0'hs in the least to her curiosity or
interest in this mans errand. she cried
"'I with smothered intensity. Go! go, l
,"4 not stay another moment from his
bedside"
n1S thunderbolt could not have
moved Sweetwater after the hearing of
a ma. name. Mr. Brotherson," he echoed.
hro'oerson, Not Orlando?"
N', no. hs name is Oswald He's
| manager of these works He's sick
. ,,X Nphoid We are caring for him. If
''eImEed here YOU would know that
"''H. There that's his vnica wa, boar