Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-31
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

TO Jack Rimington, waiting in prison
COR death with a resignation which had in
If nothing short of apathy, the news mad
not yet come
In until now he had not heard so much
no a whisper of the agitation which was
baing conducted in his favor In the con-
demned cell there is at least the mercy
If silence The chaplain, who had not
60 long since left him, had said nothing
q, IT, He had spoken to Rimington of
resfsnation to the will of God; of a heart
sorene in the storm as in the sunshine
snoken in a manly way that had brought
a rush of feeling to the prisoners heart
prison chaplain has to ape the i'm
rertiality of Fate itself Yet this old man,
a ! he talked to Remington, speaking as he
night have spoken had the interview been
conducted in his own study instead of in
a prison cell, had left with him an i'm
nresston that he believed him to be what
ne without protestatton or reservations,
had stated himself to bean innocent
man.
Next to the interview with Betty, Rim
,ngton thanked God for his impression.
II helped him more than he knew-for it
rave him back that most precious of gifts
~ which imprisonment robs a man-his
self respect.
AS Huntington sat now with an open
hook on his knee, facing the wall on
which hung those texts which spoke OF
Justine and mercy-Of those Four Last
Things which the world contrtves SO sue
oAsSfully to Remington was think
ing of the chaplain. wondering II 1t would
bo possible to intrI1st him with some last
rnessage OF hope for Betty that would
cayrr conviction to that broken heart.
Words formed themselves in his brain,
rrurped themselves into phrases. For an
INSTANT II YVES almost as though he spoke
moe to face with her.
Tho Governor.
men, With thxfl almost of vexation,
IA heard the clang OF the opening OF
the cell door.
No ohRnoe now Of a visftor-o6 any viB-
ftor he cared 10 @Se- He had FORBIDDEN
me tirnfd, hoEror-strtcken woman at the
Red House TO como up. as she had wished
70 DO. zis uncle. Il was probable, would
recAive he Order of Release before he
himself did David Remington was "
ing at the point OF death. SAKE would
not ocme again. And Betty-never again
IN his life would he look on Betty. That
was not possible for either OF them.
TO go before the governor
That was the curt direction given to
him Still with rebellion in his mind,
Rimtneton marched between his warders.
Couldn't they leave him at peace now?
That condemned cell was home-his last
home on earth. He felt an odd reluctance
to leave It,
Even now as he went he had no thought
Of what awaited him. Had the hour been
earlier he might have thought perhaps
that 1t was the end. The warders. who
probably knew. or at least guessed, cast
curious glances at him as they went.
Afterwards Rimington remembered lit
tie enough of the interview, What hap
pened at It wiped the details from his
mind He remembered vaguely the gov
ernor and the chaplain and some prison
officials to whom he could not have given
name; his own warders and that pre-
vailing note Of prison life, the remem-
brance of which never leaves the man
who has done "time"-the click and clang
of the keys.
He noticed one thing and one thing only
the look on the faces Of the two men,
the governor and chaplain new light
in the eyes with which they regarded him
which seemed to tell him, or 80 he
thought, the news before their lips did.
"ln consequence Of the home
secretary has seen AZ to commute
penal seT>Httsdo ~
Vague words Ougxfng tn Jack Riming-
TOMS ears, EHat had grown strangely
duIled. and above them all one booming
word repeated over and over again: Re
pFtSveM RepR4evedi
knd then that word, too. was drowned
by the strange buzz and roar that sound
cd IN his ears, and q great veil Of derk-
ness descended on him. hlotting ort the
ginny room and the oddly impassive face
Of the governor. the frankly joyful face Of
ms old chaplain. He felt himself falling
fANSng into an abyss where nothing mat
tered, neither tho things of life nor death
'FEtnt@d poor wretch one Of the pris-
on officials in attendance on the governor
ssAd, aS they watched a warder, kneehne
by Rinfn g&On's side and forcing brandy
between tbs tightly clenched teeth. IF he
only knew. hex take 4 quick enough; It's
the last drink he's likely TO get for many
long day. Twenty years It works out at
suppose. BY Georgel It's hard TO say
but think II the choice were offered tc
me I'd prefer to swing Twenty years
poor beggar!"