Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-29
TODAY's INsTALLMENT.

che had her hours of bravery
hours of grief stricken cowardice
,orning had seemed one of the
rb4s morning she had broken down
,adlv Edith had written to her-the
vows she had of her since the death
..,o phil. a letter written in mo-
- rnadness-a letter accusing her
81 nreposterous things. Poor, broken
Faith. who for the second time
sad fed from her husband house ned IN
preservation, as Mrs. Marlowe, the
s~,.okeener. had limited to Betty when
air, had gone up to Princes Gate the
s.v after the child's death.
was the awful curse under which
law Edith and herself, the girl won
,.nad for a moment, DULY. The tragedy
.or lover condemned, innocent man as
nos 10 die for another's sin had
,narfed all her grief only this morning
- had been vouchsafed a glimpse into
~ awful world of pain and fear in
.hiot Edith harrington had lived during
those long weeks
Ard now the end Of everything had
80 TONY knew the truth; Tony had
.d,ated her-cast awful insults at her
-. nresence of her dead child and the
doctors. 100.
S -. master Is in these days. Mrs. Mar
,aro had whispered telling Betty the
..orv. and Betty, as she had read Edfth's
,rcoberent letter that bore London post
norl, hut gave no clew to her where
.nouts had thought that madness was
rot very far from his distracted wife
81. was who betrayed your lover to
". oolice, Betty-to save myself. II 10
=, NV head that his blood will be. For
NV. me, Betty, II ever you oan-i was
mad with fear"
BETTY had broken down badly over that
ist+er-badly Now she seemed past grief
~ che stood by the window, words re-
peating themselves meaninsiessy ana
raddening1y, as detached phrases will
IN snob rnoments-the haunting words of
b 'Yaa+s Rhostly ballad, tho the
ssdge IL wtthered from the lake and no
birds sing,
Desolate and dreary to degree, this
outlook on the ruined garden, the scat
tartnR veilowed leaves, the dashed roses
that would yet linger till the frosts came,
81 The leaden stretch of the river, Desolate
and haunting the words Of the poet re-
nAated themselves in her brain-"And
q This Ia why l sojourn here alone
4ho the sedge is w1thered from the lake
and no birds sing" Nor ever would for
her. Betty told herself. For her there
would be no return of the time Of the
singing birds-no springtfme Of hope
would bloom afresh for her-but always
& in her heart would be tho time Of win
n ter-black, desolate winter
The drawing room door opened and a
maid came into the room.
At the sound of her entrance Betty
turned hastily from the window and took
UP q book, pretending to read while the
servant moved deity about the room with
the noiseless movements of the highly
trained; drawing the long curtains and
shutting out the sight of the weeping
skies, lighting the candles in the silver
sconce on the penciled walls There was
no electric light in the Croft drawing
room-the long room paneled in dark wood
\ which dated back to those days when
1t had been a farm house set about by
riverside meadows, inaccessible In times
OF food, dating back to day when
houses were built by men with love and
care, and beautihed by them that they
might leave a goodly heritage for their
children, not run up at cut throat risks
by some jerry builder Spectator
"Sir George has come home, miss" the
maid said, as she set out the tea table.
He asked me to say that he would be
down directly"
When the servant left the room Betty
took her seat by the tea table, but she
made no effort TO pour herself out tea,
oh cna Fof N y
might be long delayed She leaned back
in her chair looking at the FIRE that
was very grateful on this afternoon of
chill October. The light of wax candles
and the blaze of the leaping fire shed
soft radiance across the room, investing
with added charm the rare old furni-
ture, the soft tones of faded rosebud
chntz the low tea table with its gilt
tering burden of china and silver drawn
near the fire, and the graceful. hstless
hgure of the girl who sat beside It,
But Betty Lumsden, sitting there, saw
nothing OF beauty or charm; the eyes of
her Imagination were fixed on a prison
cell where man and his watchers wait
ca Tor death; her own body was cold with
me actual physical cold that was chilling
me blood of the man she loved in his
uesoate prison. Her ears were deaf to
SUI HISS ana CTaCKle OF the loBS Oh
me hearth; another sound echoed there,
browning all others-the creak of the car
pehleT saw the thud of the hammer, the
slealthy subdued noises of the men who
built a scaffold
What what! Not begun tea YETI"
or George hustled into the room. bang
.'s the door behind him. bringing with
nun as he usually did, an atmosphere
VI olSeord and unrest. He started for
maIa toward the table by the fire, and
a. once broke into a torrent of abuse.
Betty chastened.
on my word-the hot cakes not even
=. "lthln sight of the fire! Is that your
"u'l or that girls? She's next door to a
!ool-and you're not much better. What's
we meaning Of it? What's the meaning
So MEw& ~