Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-15

oDsuuctlng branches sWished before and
behind them. They We're bringing in
load for this shed, whose uses he would
consequently soon understand. Grateful
Tor his good luck-for his was curiosity
which could not stand defeat-he took a
few steps into the wood, and from the
vantage point of a concealing cluster of
bushes, fixed his eyes upon the spot where
the road opened into the hollow
Something blue moved there, and in an
other moment. to his great amazement.
there stepped into view the spirited form
OF Doris Scott, who if he had given the
matter thought he would have supposed
TO be sitting just then by the bedside of
her patient, half mile back on the road.
She was dressed for the woods in a
blue skirt and jacket and moved like a
leader in front of a heavily laden wagon
now coming to standstin before the
closely shut shed-if such we may call 1t.
Il have key so she called out to
the driver who had paused for orders.
When l swing the doors wide. drive
straight in"
SWeetwater took a look at the wagon
1t was piled high with large wooden boxes
on more than one of which he could see
scrawled the words: O. Brotherson. Der
| by Pa
| boxes told nothing They were of all
sizes and shapes, and some of them so
large that the assistance of another man
was needed to handle them. Sweetwater
was about to offer his services when A
second man appeared from somewhere in
! the rear, and the detectives attention
being thus released from the load ont of
which he could make nothing, he allowed
| 1t to concentrate upon the young girl who
| mad II in charge and who, for many rea-
| sons, was the one person of supreme i'm
! portance to him.
she had swung open the two wide
doors and now stood waiting for horse
and wagon to enter. With locks fvjng
free-she wore no bonnet-she presented
a picture of ever increasing interest to
Sweetwater. Truly she was a very bean
| tiful girl, buoyant. healthy and sweet. as
unlike as possible his preconceiyed no
lions Of Miss Challoner's humble little
/ protege Her brown hair of a rich chest
| nut nue., was in itself a wonder. on no
head' even in the great. city he had lust
| ieIl' mad he seen such abundance. held
| IN such modest restraint Nature had
oeeh partial b. this little working girl and
given her the chevelure of a queen
But this was nothing. No one saw this
aureole when once the eve had rested ~,
her features and caught the full nobility
OF their expression and the lurking sweet
ness underlying her every look. She her
! sell made the charm and whether pIaced
| hlgh or placed low, must ever attract the
eye ana afterwards lure the heart, by an
INDIVIDUALITY which hardly needed perfect
| features in which to express itself
| Young yet, but gifted, as girls Of her
class often are, with the incest instincts
elevation of her thoughts both in her
! glance and the poise with which she
| awaited events. SweetWater watched her
/ with admiration as she superintendent the
| unloading Of the wagon and the disposaI
! or the various boxes on the floor within:
but as nothing she said during the process
was calculated to afford the least enIight
eminent in regard to their contents. he
! presently wearied of his inaction and
turned back toward the highway. com
! forting himself with the reflection that in
a few short hours he would have her to
| himself when nothing but d blunder on
! his part should hinder him from sounding
her young mind and getting such answers
to his questions as the affair in which he
was so deeply interested, demanded
sweetwater Returns.
You see me again, Miss Scott l hope
! that Yesterdays intrusion has not preju-
diced you against me-"
Il have no prejudices," was her simple
but firm reply. 81 am only hurried and
very anxious. The doctor is with Mr.
| Brotherson just now; but he has several
other equally sick patients to visit and
dare not keep him here too long"
Then you will welcome my abruptness
Miss Scott, here is a letter from Mr.
/ ~,
As you will see, his only desire is to es-
tablsh the fact that his daughter did not
commit suicide. She was all he had in
the world, and the thought that she could
for any reason, take her own life is I'M
/ bearable to him. Indeed, he will not be-
lieve she did so, evidence or no evidence
, May | ask If you agree with him? You
have seen Miss Challoner | believe DO
you think she was the woman to plunge
a dagger in her heart in a place as public
as a hotel reception ROOM"
mo Mr.. Sweetwater I'm poor work
ing girl, with very little education and al
most no knowledge of the world and such
ladies' as she. But something tells me
for all that that she was too nice to do
this l saw her once and il made me
want to be quiet and kind and beautiful
like her I never shall think she did any
son ever believe it. He could not ana
live You see, I am talking to you as if
you knew him-the kind of man he is and
just how he feels toward Miss Chanoner
! He is" Her voice trailed Off and q look
uncommon and almost elevated, illumined
her face Il will not tell you what he is;
| you will know, II you ever see him"
IF the favorable opinion of a whole
town makes a good fellow, he ought to be
of the best" returned Sweetwater. with
his most honest smile. II hear but one
story of him wherever ] turn.
There Is but one story to tell she
smiled, and her head dropped softly but
with no air of self consciousness.
Sweetwater watcher her for moment
and then remarked: I'm going to take
one thing for granted; that you are as
anxious as we are to clear Miss Chal-
loner's memory"
80 yes, O yes
More than that that you are ready
and eager to help us. Your very looks
show that"
"You are right, | would do anything To-