Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-27
about Edmond. Has anything happened
has he spoken?"
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Spoken" With a rush of words Edith
had poured out her story. the history of
the murder in Tempest street, the details
| of Levasseur's arrest. of his impudent
| poldness in senoing for her and his chal-
lenge
Find the murderer find the man who
did this thing"
He protested his innocence. Betty
swore to it. and scoundrel as he is. | be-
lieve him; of murder. at least. he is not
guilty But what can | dol who know
nothing?"
As she spoke with a sense Of shame
that scorched her. Edith's eyes had
searched the pale, pain drawn face of the
girl before her.
Levasseur-Edmond Levasseur arrest
ed for murder As ii had seemed to
Rimington that he could not forget the
agony that thrilled in those words Of
Betty's. u remember" so now it seemed
to Edith Darlington that the pain which
rang In that appalled, question must echo
forever in her heart. Edmond Levas-
seur! Oh. Edith, Edith
And for the moment it was she who
had to turn comforter to hold the trem-
bling girl against her breast and chafe
the icecold hands.
"Betty-little Betty, won't YOU speak to
me? Won't you confde in me? What
happened-for ! know that something
dreadful must have happened. Child,
were You at Tempest street, and what
| took you there? Do you know anything
of this"
Bit no answer TO all her questionings.
Betty had chung to her for a long time
silent and trembling; only at last when,
her own misery taking fire at the contact
with hers, Mrs. Darlington had broken out
into despairing words: ITS the end.
Betty, absolutely the end All this week
have waited and hoped-heaven knows
for what. But Tony is beginning to sus-
pect something. l suppose | look strange
hunted and desperate. And how long
will Levasseur stay his hand | can bear
it no longer. Tomorrow they are bring
ing little Phil back from Paris, and when
have kissed him good by-after that
Betty, as though the words called her
back from some terrible place Of dreams,
bad broken out with strange energy
6etty's Vow.
Edith. YOU mustn't speak like that.
You mustn't 1t kills me to hear you. Ii
breaks my heart. You've got nothing to
fear. darling, nothing SO much can
tell YOU with absolute certainty. How
ever dark things may seem. | can at least
buy Edmond Levasseur's silence can
buy that"
Only these words. and with them the
girl had left her rushing from the room
like woman possessed. But for all their
convictions they had brought no rea ssur-
ance to Edith Darlington. Fear had her
far too tightly in its grip; apart from re-
assuring her. indeed they had seemed
once again to knock home with tremen-
dous emphasis that question Levasseur
had put TO her a their hdeous inter
view:
But what Of your sister, Betty? What
/ Of herr"
It was plain that Edmond Levasseur
knew something of Bettys presence in
! that house where murder had been done
did he know anything Of the presence
there of Bettys lover?
Why had Remington been there Search
ing her mind for memories Edith could
find no reason She knew nothing of
roby-nothing of Rimingtons hatred Of
The man who had feeced his brother-but
vaguely she remembered that Jack Rim
rgton had lately boosted Of coming in
/ presently for money lane. the pleasant
faced woman she had slandered to her
husband "A few minutes since had gos
sped cheerfuly on the subject "They dc
say that one of these DAYS Mr. Jacks tc
he a rich man"
Was this the source from which his
fortune was to come? OF course it wasn't
only what was he doing there that
night, and why had he spoken so strange
" to Betty Of his presence in Tempest
street down there by the river?
over and over again the same questions
weaved themselves into her thoughts.
/ The way out Of her trouble stared her
in the face 1t would be so easy to cast
! suspicion on Jack Rimngton cast ii in
such q way that. however innocent he
was. he would find it difficult to clear
| himself, save at Retty's expense Aftei
/ all. it was only right that the police
i should know but she had stopped shor
ct that argument
A She Judas
Only BettN's lover-Iittle Bettv's lover
/ II had been a bitter thing to bring her.
/ self to do-to play the Judas to the mar
whom Betty loved But those who woulc
/ weave ropes of sand must have the devi
| for master She thought of Levasseui
in prison-of his threat and Of his prom
Use only she. who knew him so in.
timately knew how entirely he was tc
| be depended upon to keep his word a the
purpose served him Destruction or sal
walton he rose before her memory hold
ing them out before her at price.
Continued Tomorrow.