Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-13

JACKSON put up the receiver ana IDT a
moment stumbled blindly about the room.
The result of his folly Of the night before
was not confined to his engagement to the
elderly Mrs Gerard alone.
Twenty twenty three-and the
butler speaks Japanese he mumbled to
himself II can't win bet" His eye
caught the exposed leaf Of his desk diary.
And it's the thirteenth of the month,
too. III never forget this day"
For the first time since he had learned
that his dinner of the night before had
added just S2,323 TO his Indebtedness to
the world he became conscious Of the fact
that Rankin was still in the room. watch
Ing him In sort of dumb wonder Broad
way pulled himself together
You pay the chief a months salary and
let him co." he directed to the butler
Tel him l don't like his cooking any
more"
shall l engage a new man, sir?" asked
Rankin
Jones answer was intended to be de-
cisiye as to both the butler and the cook.
40, ] won't need any" he said Didn't
just tell YOU that / expected to locate
in Egypt"
Rankin smiled again But as he was
determined this time TO leave his master
no loophole Of escape he took care to walk
toward the door as he answered:
Egypt! oh. what a delightful coun
try, sir | lived there for two years III
be OF service to You, I'm sure, on the en-
tire trip. III tell the chef, sir
But Jackson had forgotten the butler
long before he had passed through the
door.
Twenty three - twenty three mutt
tered Broadway, as he opened the door
OF the room in which Wallace was deep
IN mass Of bills, with rumpled hair. try
ing TO add the many small items that
made IN the large whole. Wallace looked
up with frown as Jones stood on the
rug before the door Broadway FASTENED
to give his information.
when you get that total. Bob he
sad Just add twenty three hundred and
twenty three dollars to it,
What's that for?" Wallace asked
sharply
Observation-Disclosures that is" said
Jackson in a dry tone.
A series Of bitter reflections from wal
lace on combination Of So, 1923 worth Of
vintage" with a spendthrift ana an eI-
derby widow had driven Broadway from
the room where Bob sat at the desk. He
was walking uneasily up and down in his
drawing room'-he called it that be
cause Of sundry operations with works
performed there-when Rankin entered
with the card of a visitor who much de
sired to see Jackson. The name Peter
Pembroke told him nothing. but az Ran
KIN was quite positive that Pembroke was
a man of some Importance Broadway di-
rected that he be shown in
moment later florid man with white
hair carefully dressed in a well-fitting
morning suit and carrying the latest thing
in English headwear. strobe briskly in
All, Mr. Jones, I'm Mr.. Pembroke" he
said ana then waited, as though he ex
pected that the mere name would produce
an effect He seemed slightly disap-
pointed when Jones merely said:
"Sit right down, Mr.. Pembroke Make
yourself right at home"
The elderly though keen faced and
alert man took chair
"Of course you expected me-" he re-
sumed with a return of his air of expecta-
ton.
Broadway felt sudden tug of fear at
his heart Perhaps this might be the first
of his creditors to run him.
Expected you?" repeated Jackson
duly, while he waited for the other to
produce bin or court order.
But his caller did nothing of the sort.
His manner was still easy ard friendly.
He resumed:
why, yes Didn't Mr.. Spotswood wire
you that I'd call?' Then, as he saw
that the name did not awaken any mem
DRY in Jackson, he added: Judge Spots
wood, attorney at law, Jonesville, Conn"
AN OLD FRIEND.
Relieved TO find that the man was APP
parently not a creditor, Jones exclaimed:
oh you mean old Judge Spotswood, of
Jonesville! Sure. l know him. l know his
whole family well Why, he did not
wire me-" Then he remembered the
telegram which Rankin had brought
to him. but which he had slipped into
his pocket He brought 1t out, "Now,
what do you think OF that? l forgot
to open it,
Broadway had hardly begun to read the
first words of the telegram when the
other arrested his attention by saying in
a warm tone:
You have my deepest sympathy, Mr..
Jones. knew your uncle well. A fine,
a Ia man