Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-23
Copyright, 1911. Street & Smith.l
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Coz
TODAY's INSTALLMENT.

What has Dome 10 me- Cndone in an
houri DoublY undone First by face
and then by this thought which surely
the devils have whispered TO me Mr.
Chslloner and Oswald What is the link
between them Great God, what - the
link2 Not myself, Who then. or What
F1inains himself into chair, he buried
his face In his hands There were two
demons to fght-the first in the guise Of
an angel Doris, Unknown yesterday,
unknown an hour ago; but now Had
there ever been q day-an hour when
she had not been as the Very throb Of
his heart. the light Of his eyes, and the
crown of all imaginable blisses?
He was startled at his own emotion as
he contemplated her image In his fancy
and listened for the lost echo Of the few
words she had spoken words so fun Of
music when they referred 20 mis- brother
20 hard and cold when she simply ad-
dressed himself
This was no passing admiration Of
youth for a captivating woman This was
not even the love he had given 70 Edith
Challoner. This was something spring1ng
full-horn out Of nothing q force which,
for the first time In his life, made him
complaisant to the natural weakness Of
man dream and vet a reality strong
enough to blot out the past, 7emake the
present change the aspect Of all hopes
and outline a new fate. He did not know
himself There was nothing In his whole
history to gfVe him an understa nding Of
such feelings as these.
Can man be seized as II were by the
hair, and swung UP on the slopes of para
disc or down the sleeps Of he'll without a
forewsrning. without the chance even 70
l. gS,a 1s1X SIM
in his life or noe
He Orland Brotlerson, had never
thought much Of love. Science had been
his mistress; ambition his lodestsr. Such
feeling as he had acknowledged TO had
been for men-struggling men, men who
were downtrodden and gaspng in the mar
row bounds of poverty and helplessness.
Miss Challoner had reused well. his
pride He could see that now The might
Of this new emotion made plain many
things he had passed by as useless, puer-
lie. unworthy Of a man on mental caliber
and might. He had never loved Edith
Cl1alloner at any moment Of their ac
quaintanceship. though he had been sin
oere In thinking that he did Doris
beauty. the hour he had Just passed with
her had undeceived him
ibid he hail the experience II was not
likely 70 DItnB MIN JOY. his young XIII
whose image hoated In light before his
eyes would never love him. She loved his
brother He had heard their names men
toned together before he had been in town
an hour Oswald the cieverest man,
Doris, the most beautiful girl I'm western
Pennsylvania
He had accepted the gossip then; he had
not seen her and il all seemed very nat
ural-hardly worth a moments thought.
But nowl
And here the other demon sprang erect
and grappled with him before the first
one had let go his hold. oswald and Chal-
Toner! The secret, unknown something
which had softened that hard mans eye
when his brothers name was mentioned!
He had noted 1t and realized the mys-
terry; a mystery before which sleep and
rest must fly. a mystery to which he must
now give his thought. whatever the cost.
whatever the loss TO those heavenly
dreams the magic of which was so new 1t
seemed to envelop him in the balm Of