Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-17
Initials Onl y :" y By Anna katherine Creme Creme
Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tines

haiVete which seemed real enough to him
Well, leave out the fretfuI if Won
must but keep in the exactInq. | have
oeeh eXaeting, you know"
Siehce broken only by the scratching
Vi me stubborn, illy-directed pen.
II down, she whispered She said.
aItefWard' that it was like writing with
shost looking over ones shoulder
men add. MIR. 5rotherson has had a
sheht attack of fever, but he is oettino
wen last, and will soon Do | run on
too quickly?'
No, no; | can follow"
| WORDS only her sense of duty unhel6
her Gladly would she have torn the sheet
| IN two and rushed away How could she
aod sentences to this hollow phrase, the
mere employment of which seemed sac
rlege Dear Miss Chaloner. Oh. she was
dear, but
unconsciously the young head dropped,
and the pen slid from her hand
But not without losing breath. oh
Doris?"
AS he laughted. she smiled There
was a heroism in that smile. Oswald
Brotherson. of which you knew nothing.
GU might speak a little more SLOWLY. 50
she admitted.
| Quietly he repeated the last phrase.
But he is getting we'll fast and will
soon be ready to take up the MANAGE
ment Of the Works which was uIven him
Just before he was taken ill., That will
! snow her that | am working up" he
| brightly remarked. as Doris carefully
| penned the last word "Of myself Won
need say nothing more unless" he
paused and his face took on wistful
look, which Doris dared not meet: 'un-
iesS-but no, no, she must think it has
| been only passing indisposition If she
knew | had been really i'll, she would suf-
| fer, and perhaps act imprudently or suffer
and not dare to act at all, which might
| be sadder for her still Leave ii where
| II is and begin about yourself Write A
! good deal about yourself, so that she will
see that you are not worried and that all
J is well with us here. Can not you do tina
without assistance? Surely you can tell
| a queer name he admitted at last
| Il never heard the likes of it here be
fore. Shally something, Shslly-Shal-
! ly-"
"Challoner?"
Yes, that's it. How could you guess
He's from New York Nobody knows
! why he's here, Don't seem to have no
| business"
Well, never mind. Run on, Johnny.
| -NHu Jun I forget 10 come earl
| And don't forget to come earlier tomor-
! row; Mr., Brotherson gets tired waiting -
Does he? III come quick then; quick
as | can run" And he sped off at a
| pace which promised well for the morrow
Challoner There was but one Challo-
ner in the world for Doris Scott,-Edith' S
| father Was this he? 1t must be or why
this haunting sense of something half re-
membered as she caught a glimpse of his
face. Edith's father and he was ap-
preaching, approaching rapidly, on his
way back to town Would he stop this
time? As the possibility struck her,
she trembled and drew back, entering the
house, but pausing in the hall with her
ear turned TO the road She had not
closed the door; something within-a hope
or dread-had prevented that Would
he take it as an invitation to come in :?
No, no; she was not ready for such an
encounter yet. He might speak Edith s
name oswald might hear-and with a
gasp she recognized the closeness of his
step; heard it lag, almost halt just where
the path to the house ran into the road
side But it passed on. He was not
going to force an interview yet She
could hear him retreating further and
further away. The event was not for this
day. thank God She would have one
night at least in which to prepare her
self
To Be Continued in Next Issue.