Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-22

you're talking" There was a childish
petulance in her tone. but the vague fear
In her eyes had deepened
Where is Tempest street, and what
bag 40 YOU mean"
For answer Rimington put his hand in
| bis pocket and drew out the vanity bag
of violet crushed morocco which had con
tanned the Lake Of Blood and held it to-
wards her. His hand trembled so that,
as the moonlight fell on the name that
sprawled across the corner, il touched
every brilliant of which it was composed
to tiny point Of trembling fame, and her
name looked up at her written in fire.
| Betty"
AMP The girls short, appalled, cry
rang out sharply on the quietness OF the
night. With transition that was star.
tiin9-chiid no longer, but trembIingf ter
rlfied woman-she leaned forward, staring
at the bag In his hand, her eyes full Of a
horror that was no longer vague. my
bag! Where-sh, now | rememberp
II seemed to Rimington that nothing
| could ever glot out from his memory the
agony OF those two words-'I remember"
A moment of absolute silence followed
the cry He stood swept by an almost
sickening reaction. What was 1t he had
done? He had succeeded incredibly, be-
yond all hope, in doing what he had so
ardently longed to do: he had pierced
those merclful mists Of forgetfuIness
which shock and fear had raised in the
girls brain, but now he felt he would
gladly give his right hand to undo what
he had done. For what was II she re-
membered which held her there rigid be-
fore him.
Betty raised her eyes from the bag he
held, and the glance that met his own
was so full Of pain and fear that II hurt
him as knife thrust in his heart
An Awakening
Then it was no dreaml / remember 1t
all w-everything all that horror, the
strange, terrifying house, and the awful
quiet of that room. Oh, how I remember
nowl"
Shudderingly. she pressed her hands over
her eyes, as If to shut out the terrible men
tai vision that had swept back on her with
surging rush.
Betty Betty" Rimlngton took a step
towards her. an overwhelming pity vel
ling up in his heart The sight OF that
white, griefravaged face. those eyes
filed with fear and horror seemed to
swept all sense Of anything save his love
for this woman from his mind Whatever
she had done. whatever the consequences
to himself or TO any other Of that action,
all that mattered now was that she was
10 be comforted. treasured His arm
closed about her, holding her fast-so that
as though he deted even the shadow of
fear to creep between them That Is all
that 1t is-an ugly dream, darling, A
dream that you must forget
just for a moment she yielded to his
| 10 oh
with the faint, satisfied sigh of a tired
child, then. with an almost violent alb
ruptness she wrenched herself away from
him. facing him with desolate cry
oh. no, not now not now. Is this
time 10 think OF such things? Don't you
realize what lies between us?"
It was very sull there by the river
! Even the faint cry OF the night bird in the
woods was silenced. RimtnRton seemed
! to feel the silence like some tangible
thing, brooding over him, sentient thing
that listened and waited
Betty. what madness is this?"
lie took step forward and caught her
wrists, for the girl swayed as though she
would have fallen; but she put him from
her with strange strength. and stood
leaning against a tree. her face hidden by
her hands
Madness Jack, how did you bring
me here, oh tell me what has happened
1.-THE world seems to be whirling round
How did you get me out of that place OF
horror"
Recollection.
Rimmgton's face twitched Could it be
possible that the bridging rays between
the night in Tempest street week ago
and tonight had slipped utterly out of her
life Had she awakened to remembrance
only of the horror awakened in vain?
To Be Continued in Next Issue.