Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-08


her throat; her feet, as she followed him,
seemed weighted with lead The room
was empty-but where had Levasseur
concealed himself? There were number
less places. deceptively secure looking
challenging inquiry She leaned against a
chair while harrington moved about the
room
1t was large and beautiful room,
hlled, like the boudoir. with Empire fur
niture; the most luxurious, most beauti-
tll nest the Imagination of Anthony Bar
rlngton had been able to conceive for
the woman he loved Edith's ewes wan
dered over it, and each object seemed
to gain an added beauty from the fear
INA so soor, perhaps. she must lose it.
harrington pursued his search method
lcally He opened the great wardrobe
disclosing its wide we'll filled shelves.
IonN. calculated Edith What are
you dolng? most strongly object to
your roofing among my possessions,"
harrington turned to her and spoke for
the first time
am certain there is some one IN
lhis room he said q am not easily
deceived, Edith. ! heard voices behind
your locked door, yet you said there was
no one here. Then comes sound Of
something falling. Things do not fan of
themselves. -
He looked at her, his gray ewes cloud
ed with suspicion
Edlth commanded her voice with an eff
fort GU q
hope this is not a sign Of incip-
rent insanity, she said. striving to laugh
why should YOU suppose | had some one
concealed in my room? I should imagine
'hal any man in his senses would he
SATISFIED now certainly this room ap-
pears to he empty"
Appearances he said, grimiy. are
apl TO be deceptive. | am sorry to an
hoN YOU but must satisfy myself"
he continued his search methodicallv
teellng the dresses which hung in orderly
cloaked rows in the dim recesses of the
scented wardrobe
Don't forget the bed. suggested
1olth' after a pause. Beneath the bed
Is a favorte hiding place of burglars I
understand"
She spoke with ease. for her agonized
glance. searching round the room for a
possible place Of concealment. had fallen
on the door of d small dress closet. in
which the least used articles Of her ward
robe were stored. The key was gone
Evidently Levasseur. with a ready wit
had seized on the likeiest hiding place
and. changing the key, had locked him
self inside
i shall not forget the bed" Barring
ton said, with acid amiabi But
there IS a cupboard, isn't there"
Last Appeal.
Edith burst into little laugh and went
across to him
Tony, boy, cant the farce end now?
Dear, who could be in this room? Don't
be so silly! It's like a page out of a
French novel"
she twlned her hand under his arm and
looked at him with pleading eyes. To
the man she had never seemed more
beautiful. and his heart went out to her
in spite of himself
Edith, am Just shade removed from
nonomaniac You ought to know that
by now. When get an Idea into INV
head must work it out and won't de-
ceiVe you-I don't believe in beatina
about the BUSH You seem to me lately
TO have changed-to be less straiqht-
forward. There are things in your life In
which ! have no part. It has been aoinq
on since the very day | came over from
France, unexpectedly"
"Oh, T7ny-you make me feel like a
naughty child, Edith said. petulantIy
The actress that lies dormant in the
heart of every woman had risen TO the
surface and she was playing her part
admirably. u have never been lectured
in such way, not even by my father
If am so little to be trusted, you should
not have married me
She took her hand away quietly
Il am deeply wounded she said, in
9 hard voice and | am afraid ] do not
recognize your right to pry upon my every
action
"Pry! That is the second occasion on
which you have used the word to me-
and would Fave you know that it is
not my nature 70 pry. That l expect con
fiderce from my wife"
and ! confidence from my husband,
she said with dignity
She turned as though she would leave
the room and he made quick step after
her
Edith, forgive me if seem a mis-
cradle. jealous fool" he cried but it
Is because J love you so, dearest one
feel like some poor wretch who has
picked up a priceless jewel in the sight
of crowd of thieving companions or
a sparrow with a glorious tit-bit He
hops on and on, desperately. terrified to
lay it down for an instant, lest some
Drawer, holder rapscallion of a fellow
makes off with it. am a fool
She turned, catching his hands and
pressing them to her breast
Loves fool; she cried, tenderly.
Dear. believe that there is not remem-
brance nor a thought nor hope in my
heart that is not bound up in you, Only
don't doubt NEEDN'T doubt me-
To Be Continued in Next Issue.