Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-01
Initials Only" y By Anna katherine Greer
A Thrilling Mystery Story Of Modern Times

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IF you ever go up Henry street it's
likely enough that you've seen me not
once, but many times. I'm the fellow
VINO works at the bench next the window
in Schupers repairing shop Everybody
knows me-"
J Audacity often carries the day when
subtler means would fail. Brotherson
stared at the youth, then ventured an
other question:
| "A carpenter, eh?"
Yes, and I'm an Al man at nv lob.
Excuse my brag. It's my one card of
| introduction"
I've seen YOU. I've seen you some
where else than in Schuper's shop Do
you remember me-"
No. sir; I'm sorry to be imperlite. but
| don't remember you at all Won't YOU
SIT down? It's not very cheerful. but
m so glad to get out of the room l was
in last night that this looks all right
! to me. Back there other building" he
| whispered. Il didn't know, and took the
room which had window in il: but
| The stop was = ynificant: so was his smile
! which had tNuch of sickness in it,
as well is humol ,,-.-
| But Brotherson was not to be caught
! You slept in the building last night ?
Yes. slept?
The strong lip of the older man curled
disdainfully,
saw YOU" said he You were
standing in the window overlooking the
court. You were not sleeping then. |
| suppose yeu know that woman died in
| that room -
Yes; they told me so this morning"
WAS that the first you'd heard of it?'
Sure The word almost jumped at the
! qCestioner DO you suppose I'd have
taken the room if"
But here the intruder with a disdain-
full grunt, turned and went out disgust
in every feature-plain unmistaka BILE,
downright disguise, and nothing more!
| This was what gave Sweetwater his
| second bad night; this and certain dis
coNery he made. He had counted on hear
| ing Wnat went on il the reighboring
! room through the partition running back
| OF his own closet. Hut he could. hear
nothing unless it was the shutting down
| OF a window, loud snee2e. or the rat
! Ting Of Goals as they were put on the
| fire And these possessed no significance.
| What lie wanted was TO catch the secret
sigh, the muttered WORD. the involuntary.
movement. He was too far removed from
i this man still.
! How should lie manage to gel nearer
/ MN al the door of his mind--of his
heart: SWeetWater stared all night from
! his misera dc cot into the darkness of
that separating closet and with no re-
suit. His task looked hopeless: no won
der that he could get no rest.
Next morning lie felt i'll. but lie rose all
the same. and tried 10 get his own break
fast He had bat partially succeeded and
was sitting on tie edge Of his bed in
| Wretched discomfort when the very man
| he was thinking Of appeared at his door
I've come to see how YOU are" said
; BrOtherson u noticed that you did. not
! look well last night. Won't YOU come in
and share my pot of coffee"
! IL can't eat" mumblcd Sweetwater.
/ for once in his life thrown completely
!, off his balance. You're very kind but
III manage all right Id rather. I'm
! not quite dressed, you see, and | must get
) 80 The shop.~
Then he thought-"What an oppOrtu-
! NIFTY I'm losing. Have | any right to turn
Tail because he plays his game from the
outset with trumps? No, I've a small
/ trump somewhere about me to lay on this
! t&ick 1t isn't an ace. but it'll show I'm
mot chicane." And smiling though not
with his usual cheerfulness, Sweetwater
J
take a drop of that. But you mustn't
ask me to eat just couldn't"
| Yes, the coffee is made and it isn't
mad either. You'd better put on your
coat the hall is dIaughty." And wait
! ing till Sweetwater did so, he led the way
! back to his own rt ON. BrothersoRs man
/ ner expressed perfect ease, Sweetwater's
not He knew himself changed in looks,
in bearing, in feeling even but was he
changed enough to deceive this man on
the very spot where they had confronted
! each other a few days before in a keen
moral struggle? The looking glass he
| passed on his way to the table where
| the simple breakfast was spread out
showed him a figure so unlike the alert,
! businesslike char he had been that night
! that he felt his old assurance revive in
time to ease situation which had no
counterpart in his experience.
Il am going out myself today. so
we will have tC hurry a bit" was
I BrothersGn's first remark as they
seated themselves at table. DO you like
! your coffee plain or with milk in it?"
Il plain. Gosh. what pictures Where
do YOU get en-" You must have lot OF
| coin. Sweetwater was staring at the
row of photographs, mostly of a very
high order, tackled along the wall separat-
ing the two rooms. They were unframed,
but they were mostly copies of great pic.
! lures, and the effect was rather impos-
| ing in contract to the shabby furniture
and the otherwise homely fittings
I Yes, I've enough for that kind of
\ thing" was his hosts reply. But the
tone was reserved, and Sweetwater did
! not presume along this line. Instead, he
| looked at the books piled upon the shelves
under these photographs, and wondered
/ aloud a their number and at the man
1 who could waste such a lot of time in
! reading them. But he made no more d.
] rect remarks. Was he cowed by the pen
etr6ting eye he encountered whenever he
! yielded to the fascination exerted by Mr..
I Brotherson's personality and looked his
| way? He hated to think so, yet some
thing held him in check and made him
/ listen, open mouthed, when the other
chose to speak.
! Yet there was one cheerful moment.
| 1t was when he noticed the careless way
| in