Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-21
TODAY IS INSTALLMENT.

was in the nature of a grievance to
zrs. Ames that her lodger had not, as
nc had stated his intention of doing, va
Gated his rooms some ten days back His
pans had been changed suddenly, and he
had become that mopey, as she said to
Ames in the privacy of the basement, that
for "all that up till then this talk 'ad
bin of the good luck as was acomin to
i'm, it's my belief that the young chaps
bin losin' money-on that there horse
racin and as like as not wen stand to
lose our rent"
All these thoughts seemed epitomized in
the look she cast at Rimington as she
spoke
Yes, 1t seems too bad to have been
'orced to lose so much glorious river
weather." Rimington said, but ! shall
be going down to Weybourne this after
noon"
He was thankful for the shrill summons
from the bowels of the basement that
eut short the landadys voluble express
s1ons OF qualification and hurried her
away.
Certainly 1t was no desire that had
kept him mewed up in London Business
called him most insistently to Westport-
business that it was not possible to con-
duct adequately over the telephone. 1t al
most seemed as though all his rosy hopes
In the matter of the explosive might be
doomed to disappointment; but he had
simply not dared to leave London while
Edmond Levasseur, Fates catpaw, lay
under the shadow of the rope He seemed
bound by horrible fascination to remain
to watch the changing dance of shadows
wind their way about the maze of mys-
terry surrounding the house in Tempest
street
The Spell Broken.
But now the call of duty had broken
the spell that held him His uncle was
III, dying perhaps Mrs. Rimington's mes
sage ran and they both needed him. SO
today he would go back to the old Red
House by the river. which he had not
visited since the day he had asked Betty
l,umsden to be his wife, And there he
would be al least near to the girl he
loved-the girl who saw in him now only
The boy comrade of ten years before.
He had curious superstitious feeling
that it was by the very direct nterven-
tion of Fate that he was going back to
Weybourne TO-DAY.
Day and night he had been fighting his
desire 10 go down and see Betty again:
to go down, not because he loved her. not
because she was sore stricken and needed
his love and help more than ever now
no-Heaven help him!-not because of
that but because Of the dread, that had
been growing vampire like in his heart,
that somewhere in one of those brain cells
over which this terrible veil of childish
forgetfuness had crept in a night, like
tho white yelling mists from the sea,
there lay knowledge that could save a
man. who, whatever his sins, was at least
innocent of murder from the gallows.
If only Betty could speak! If only the
veil could be lifted The wheels of the
train. running through the scorched coun-
try beat out these sentences like bur
den and a refrain If only Betty. could
speak.
His aunt met hin, at the white gate of
the garden, a little white wicket gate
half hidden beneath a mass Of overhang-
ing greenery and Towering shrubs
The rank vegetation OF q riverside over
grew the footpath His progress from the
station had been through q miniature
Jungle It was like finding ones way to
the entrance of the palace OF the Sleep
ing Beauty, he told the pale little lady
who offered her cheek to him in greeting.
You are fantastic, Jack" Her voice
was as colorless as her face and yet
managed to convey reproof II am aware
how sadly the garden is neglected: but,
in the present state and condition of your
uncles income. il is not possible for us
to keep things as one would wish they
should be kept I regret that reproach
should come from you.
"Reproach, Aunt Deb!' Jacks voice
was full of honest distress Indeed, you
mustn't think that | was complaining, for
| simply love the place l wouldn't have
it altered in the smallest particular. 1t
is as dear to me as it Is to you-you know
that well enough"
The little lady smiled primly as he put
his arm through hers, but he was never
thoroughly q ease under her smiles
They seemed so aloof-to be directed by
some unspoken thought, not always to
the credit of her companion
He felt something of the same feeling
when she thanked him for responding to
her appeal to visit his uncle
Dreaded Meeting
Your uncle will be glad to know you
are in the house,
That was all but it was said in such
tone that Remington felt he would have
preferred reproach for his unwonted alb
Sence
His aunt's manner quickened his dread
Of the coming interview with his uncle
always q difficult old man and in the sick
room well nigh unbearable. But today he
found him less acrid and bitter than usual;
David Remington had been chastened by
TWO Gays ana Two Wdhelul HsHtS oi pau.
You've come he said We'll, one
must be obliged, 7 suppose His thin lips
curved little zone must be obliged,
since youth is not what it was; youth
knows nothing Of the obliga tons of duty.
And now. having appeared and paid your
respects to the tiresome old folk. you'll
be wanting o rush out and visit our neigh
bors al the Croft? Well. go; perhaps you
may prove a more welcome visitor there
than sometimes you have done. There
are odd rumors about the folk there. and
in these past DAYS | have dreamed dreams
about proud George Lumsden and his
beautiful daughter. Pride goes before