Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-10-17
Copyright. 1911. Street & smith,
Copyright, 1911. by Dodd. Mead & Coz
TODAY s INSTALLMENT.

Was Doris thinking Of him. Dndouht-
eddy. for her eyes often flashed his way;
but her main attention was fixed upon
the road. though no one was i'm sight al
the moment Some one had passed for
whose return she looked some one whom,
II she had been asked to describe, she
would have called a tall, tne-lookng man
of middle age. of a cultivated appear
snce seldom seen in this small manufac-
turing town, seldom seen, possibly IN any
town He had glanced up at the win
dow as he went by, ina a manner too
marked not to excite curiosity Would he
look up again when he came back? She
was waiting there 70 see. Why. she did
not know She was not used to indulg-
ing in petty suggestions of this kind: her
life was too busy. her anxieties too keen
The great dread looming ever before her,
the dread Of that hour when she must
speak.-left her very little heart for any
thing associated with this coming event
For girl of seventeen she was unusually
thoughtful. Life had been hard In this
little cottage since her mother died or
rather she had felt its responsibilities
keenly
Life itself could not he hard where Os-
valid Brotherson lived. neither to man.
nor woman. The cheer OF some natures
possesses a divine faculty. II il can help
no other way, il does so by the aid Of
its own light Such was the character ~
this mans temperament The cottage was
a happy place only never ia thomed
the depths Of that only. II IN these days
she essayed at times to do so, she gave
fun credit to the Dread which roseaever
before her--rose Ike ghost! she. Doris
led by inscrutabe Fate, was waiting 70
hurt him who hurt nobody, whose mere
presence was a blessing
But her interest had been caught to-
day, caught by this stranger, and when
during her eager watch the small mes
senger from the Works came to the door
with the usual daily supply of books and
magazines for the patient she stepped ont
on the porch 70 speak to him and to
point out the gentleman who was now
rapidly returning from his stroll up the
road.
who is that. Johnny" she asked you
know everybody who comes to town.
What is the name OF the gentleman you
see coming
The boy looked, searched his memory,
not without some show Of misgiving
plishment l must not neglect so plain
a duty"
Meantime, she was struggling to find
words in face of that great Dread She
had written Dear Miss ChaIloner and
was staring in horror at the souless
II can not. she murmured II can
not think what to say"
Shall / help YOU" came softly from
the bed I'm try and not forget that
II is Doris writing
III YOU will be so good 80 she answered,
with renewed courage Il can put the
words down If you viii only find them
for me-
Write then: Dear Miss ChalIoner.,"
Il have already written that"
why do you shudder?'
II cold I've been cold all day But
never mind that, Mr. Brotherson Tell
me how to begin my letter"
This way i've not been able TO
answer your kind letter because | have
had to play nurse for some three or four
weeks to a very fretful and exscting pa
tient.' Have you written that
No said Doris. bending over her
desk till her curls fell in a tangle over
her white cheeks Il do not like to-"
she protested al last, with an attempt at