Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-21
Initials Only" y By Anna katherine G.sns
4 Thrilling Mystery Story Of Modern Times

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Z do not know"
You've never seen his brother"
Never"
Nor his pitcure?"
NO; Mr.. Brotherson has none"
Aren't they friends? Does he never
mention Orlando?"
Very. very rarely. But I've no reason
to think they are not on good terms. ]
know they correspond"
Miss Scott?"
Yes. Mr.. Challoner"
You must not rely too much upon your
dream"
Her eyes flashed to his and then fell
again.
Dreams are not revelations; they are
the reproduction Of what already lies
hidden in the mind. I can prove that your
dream is such"
How" She looked startled
You speak OF seeing something being
leveled at you which made you think OF a
pistol"
Yes, I was looking directly into It"
But my daughter was not shot. She
died from stab"
Doris lovely face, with its tender lines
and girlsh curves. took on strange look
OF conviction which deepened, rather than
melted, under his indulgent but penetrat-
ing gaze.
Il know that you think so--but my
dream says no | saw this object 1t was
pointed directly toward me-above all, l
saw his face. II was the face OF one
whose finger is on the trigger and who
means death and I believe my dream"
Well, it was useless TO reason further.
Gentle in all else. she was immovable
so far as this idea was concerned, and,
seeing this he let the matter go and pre-
pared to take his leave
She seemed to be quite ready for this.
Anxiety about her patient had regalned
It's place in her mind, and her glance sped
constantly toward the door. Taking her
hand in his, he said some kind words,
then crossed to the door and opened 1t.
Instantly her finger few to her lips. and,
obsdient to its silent injunction, he took
up his hat in silence, and was proceed
ing down the hall when the bell rang,
startling them both and causing him to
step quickly back
who Is it2' she asked. Fathers In
and visitors seldom come so late"
Shall ! see?"
She nodded, looking strangely troubled
as the door swung open revealing the tall,
strong figure of a man feeling them from
the porch.
"A stranger" formed itself upon her
lips. and she was moving forward, when
the man suddenly stepped into the glare
of the light. and she stopped, with a
murmur of disrnRy which pierced Mr.
Challoners heart and prepared him for
the words which now fell shudder1ngly
from her lips:
1T is he! 1t is he l said that should
know him wherever l saw him. Then
with quiet turn toward the intruder,
oh, why, why did you come herei"
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Her hands were thrust out to repel, her
features were fixed; her beauty something
wonderful. Orlando Brotherson, thus
met, stared for a moment at the vision
before him then slowly aud with effort
Withdrawing his gaze. he sought the face
of Nj. Cha)loner with the first sign OF
opon disturbance that gentleman had ever
seen in him.
"Ah," said he, my welcome is readily
understood I see you far from home,
sir"
And, with an ironical bow, he turned
again to Doris, who had dropped her
hands, but in whose cheeks the pallor
still fingered in a way to check the easy
flow of words with which he might have
sought to carry off the situation
Am l in Oswald Brotherson's house?"
he asked. II was directed here. But
possibly there may be some mistake"
TT is here he lives" said she; moving
back automatically till she stood again by
the threshold of the small room in which
she had received Mr.. Challoner. do
you wish to see him tonight? II SO.
fear 1t is impossible, He has been very
i'll and is not allowed to receive visits
from strangers"
II am not a stranger" announced the
newcomer, with a smile few could see I'M
moved, 1t offered such a contrast to his
stern and dominating figure. II thought
heard some words of recognition which
would prove your knowledge of that fact"
She did not answer. Her lips had
parted, but her thought, or at least the
expression of her thought hung suspend
ed in the terror of this meeting for
which she was not at all prepared. He
seemed to note this terror whether or not
he understood It's cause, and smiled
gain. as he added;
Mr. Brotherson must have spoken of
his brother, Orlando. | am he, Miss
Scott. VIII you let me come in now"
Her eyes sought those Of Mr. Challoner,
who quietly nodded. Immediately she
stepped from before the door which her
figure had guarded, and. motioning him to
enter, she begged Mr.. Challoner. with an
imporing look, to sustain her in the in
terview she saw before her. He had no
desire for this encounter, especially as
Mr.. Brotherson's glance in his direction
had been anything but concilatory. He
was quite convinced that nothing was to
be gained by ii, but he could not resist
her appeal, and followed them into the
little room whose limited dimensions
made the tall Orlando look bigger and
stronger and more lordly in his self
confidence than ever
Il am sorry 1t is so late" she began,
contemplating his intrusive figure with
forced composure we have TO be very
quiet in the evenings so as not to dis
turb your brothers first sleep, which is
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