Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-28

What had he heard? How much had he
heard? The question beat itself out with
the hammering of the woman's hurried
pulses
1t was not possible to know how long
he had stood there: but an instinct not
to be denied told her that he had been
there from the beginning And what did
he drink? Why had he not as he usual
ly did down to the most minute trhes.
questioned her as to the nature of the call
that had brought her from the couch to
answer the telephone?
His silence oppressed her. terrified her
as no questioning could have done.
Fate's Pawn.
Jack Rimngton's breath came quickly
as he sank into the corner of the empty
carriage into which he had swung him
self just as the train began to move out
OF the station 1t had been a sharp run to
catch this, the first nonstop train of the
morning service from Weybourne to Pad
dington, and at the end he had all but
missed it, owing to the idiotic laundering
of the police a the outside gate
TN have word to say to that fell
low when | get back" Remington said to
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When he got back! There was something
too problematical in that thought to be
satisfying or pleasant
The morning was gray and cold-one
of those grim mornings that fail some
times by accident into week of perfect
weather IN its light Rimingtons face
looked gray. too-amazingly aged, like the
face Of man who has slept little and
dreamed i'll dreams
AS a matter of fact, Rimington after
his parting with Betty, had not even gone
through the farce of going to bed; he had
slipped up through the darkness when he
got back to the Red House, thankful to
escape any curious eyes or questioning
tongues, to the long room under the roof
that had been his ever since he could
remember the Red House at all, and
paced the hours of the night out striving
to +. find some clew to the labyrinth in
which he and Betty found themselves. -
That the girl was entirely innocent of
any knowledge whatever Of how Fitz-
stephen died ne was more than ever con
vinced, and yet he knew that 1t was a
conviction based on no legal ground
If Mrs harrington had been a more
Accomplished eavesdroper, and had re-
sisted that impulse of an imperfectly sti
fed conscience which had prompted her
to flight after those first impassoned
words of Rimngtons which she had
caught she would have heard what would
have given the answer to many of the
weary questions that had all night long
knocked at the door of her heart
Betty had met the challenging question
her lover flung at her with great sur
prise.
mo. Jack You see. it's all so amaz-
ing But of course it is strange Why
were YOU there"
And before the innocence of her eyes
Rimington had felt his courage break.
1t wasn't possible to tell her what, when
he put the question, his impulse had been
to tell her that he had been there in
Tempest street to work vengeance on the
man whe ruined his brother, and that, II
she persisted in her threat of speaking Of
her presence there, he would forestall her
by a confession as to his own. Instead,
he had flashed out the truth;
II was therefor the same reason as
you. Betty. darling. | went to Tempest
street to see Paul SAKE And before she
could speak he had blurted out. quickly
Betty listen! l want to know nothing
you do not care to ten mel shall never
want to know that; only it would be dis
honest for me to pretend that | did not
know so much, for SAKE told me so HIM
self
He had watched Betty's face flush and
pale while he told her exactly the story
while he told her exactly the story SAKE
had told him, and asked her directly how
true or how false the mans account Of
the matter was
Betty Furious.
HE told YOU that2
Wstchr- her closely. Rimngton could
see that ne girl was furiously angry at
the breach of confidence, and a spirit Of
esprit de corps had urged him to the de-
Tense Of SAKE.
1T wasn't an ordinary breach OF con-
fidence. Betty II was because your safe
ty was a stake that he spoke. And he's
explained things he seems your friend,
Betty But tell me, dear. can you remem-
Der. was IT before or after you saw SAKE
that YOU encountered Fftzstephen?"
81 never saw him''-she blurted out
and Rimngton knew ii was Fitzstephen
that she meant because she stopped
short in sore distress at this admissions.
oh Jack don't question me-don't-
dont Perhaps the memory of it all will
come back in the night, but just now it's
all vague, like the detached fragments OF
an almost forgotten dream"
Continued Tomorrow.