Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-22

, ms move. took a step which brought him
between the two ''-'''
Aou can hear her from here If she
chooses TO speak. There's a point to be
settleo between US before either of us
raves this house, and this opportunity is
dS 5000 as another. Go to nv brother
MISS scott; we will await your return"
y Hash from the proud bankers eve;
pu' no demur, rather a gesture Of consent.
DORIS with look of deep anxiety. sped
away ana the two men stood face 10
face.
IL was one of those moments which
men recognize as memorable. What had
/ tne one to say or the other to hear.
worthy of this preamble and the more
than doubtful relation in which they
stood each to each? Mr.. Chanoner had
more time than he expected in which 10
wonder and grid himself for whatever
suHering or shock awaited him. For, Or
Iahdo Brotherson, unlike his usual self
Kept MIN waiting while he collected his
own wis, which, strange to say, seemed
10 nave vanished with the girl
| 6ut the question finally came
err" '''
Il have never seen him"
DO you know him? Does he know
you?"
| Not at all. We are strangers"
1t was said honestly. They did not
Fnow each other. MI Challoner was
! quite correct in his statement
But the other had his doubts. Why
shouldn't he have? The coincidence Of
hnding this mounler if not avenger OF
holth Challoner, in his own direct radius
again, at spot so distant, SO obscure
/ q GO 4
business reason, was certainly startling
enough unless the tie could be found in
/ ms brothers name and close relationship
to himself.
He therefore, allowed himself to press
the question
Men sometimes correspond who do net
know each other. You knew that
Brotherson lived here?"
Yes"
and hoped to learn something about
me"
NO; my interest was solely with your
brother"
With my brother? With Oswald?
What interest can you have Ia him apart
from me? Oswald is"
Suddenly thought came-an unimagin-
able one; one with power to blanch even
his hardy cheek and shake q soul I'M
assailable by all small emotions
oswald Brotherson!' he repeated; add
Ing in uninteligiblc tones to hir1self-
20. B. The same initials! They are fol-
lowing up these initials. Poor Oswald"
Then aloud: 1T hardly becomes me, per-
haps, to question your motives in this
attempt at making my brothers acquaint-
ance think | can guess them; but your
labor will be wasted. Oswalds interests
| "
hardly extend to me. We are strangers,
almost. You will learn nothing from him
on the subject which naturally engrosses
you"
Mr.. Challoner simply bowed. at do
not feel called upon" said he, ITO ex-
plain my reasons for wishing to know
your brother. l will simply satisfy you
upon point which may we'll rouse your
curiosity. You remember that--that my
daughters last act was the writing Of
letter to a little protege of hers. Miss
Scott was that protege. In seeking her,
I came upon him. DO you require me to
say more on this subject? Wait till I
have seen Mr.. Oswald Brotherson and
then perhaps l can do so"
Receiving no answer to this, Mr.. Chal-
loner turned again to the man who was
the object Of his deepest suspicious, TO
find him still in. the daze of that unim.
aginabe thought battling with 1t. scoffing
at it. succumbing TO it and all without a
word. Mr.. Chaloner was without clew
to this struggle, but the might OF it and
the mystery of it, drove him in extreme
agitation from the room. Though proof
was lacking though proof might never
come, nothing could ever alter his belief
! from this moment on that Doris was
right in her estimate OF this mans guilt
however unsubstantial her reasoning
might appear.
How far he might have been carried by
this new conviction; whether he would
have left the house without seeing Doris
again or exchanging another word with
the man whose very presence stified him,
he had no opportunity to show, for before
! he had taken another step, he encount
cred the hurrying figure OF Doris, who
was returning to her guests with an air
of marked relief.
HE does not know that you are here"
she whispered to Mr.. Challoner as she
passed him. Then, as she again con-
fronted Orlando who FASTENED TO dismiss
his trouble at her approach, size said
quite gaily. mfr. Brothe-son heard your
voice. and is glad TO know that you're
here. He babe me give you this key and
say that you would have found things in
better shape II he had been in condition
TO superintend the removal Of the boxes
TO the place he had prepared for you be-
fore he became III. l was the one to do
that" she added, controlling her aversion
with manifest effort. When Mr.. Broth
erson came to himself he asked II ! had
heard about any large boxes having ar
rived at the station shipped to his name
said that several notices OF such had
come to the house. At which he re-
ouested me to see that they were carried
at once to the strange looking shed he
had had put up for him in the woods.
thought that they were for him, and l
saw to the thing myself. Two or three
others have come since and been taken
10 the same place | think you will find
nothing broken or disturbed; Mr.. Broth
erson's wishes are usually respected
THAT is fortunate for me" was the
courteous reply.
But Orlando Brotherson was not him
self, not at all himself as he bowed a
formal adieu ana withdrev past the
drawn-up ssntinel-likc figure OF Mr. Chsl-
Toner without motion OF his part or on