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

She turned on him with an unfortu-
nate fare of anger II was alone! she
said. sharply
Ne returned her glance with keen
-, ard at something he saw in her face
manner changed and the smiling mask
.,e had grown to fear fell over his face
again
reard voices. thought perhaps you were
baving battle royal with that little
u.hite rabbit of maid of yours. It's my
belief YOU bully her horribly.
A Womans Wit.
t1;s new tone frightened Edith Barring
+on-this suave, rallying tone that he had
cooos 10 use to her in the last few
u,ssks since their return to England
more than that one sharp sentence of
accusation and suspicion had done. She
strove to fall into his humor.
How odious you are, Anthony! | never
brlIv any one | have you to do all the
bullying I was busy writing letters.
As she spoke she settled herself before
her. writing table making ostentatious
nlav of paper and pens in the hope that
he might go away
you reserve all the bullying for me, en-
rttle woman?" He bent over the back of
her chair and kissed the nape of her neck
Come. put away that silly writing. [
want YOU to talk to me. Like Hamlet
NV little body is aweary of this great
world Come along; we ought to have a
FIRE that we could look at and see pic
lures in-its as cold winter today
Feel that" He laid his fingers softly
against her cheek.
She drew away with pettish exclama-
ton of annoyance.
Anthony. what brutal thing to do
harrington laughed.
Poor Edith saint and martyr" He
caught her face in his hands and turned
II M 10 him What's the matter? Has
Master Philip been giving trouble? Why,
has nothing gone wrong? Then I be-
ieve you are developing a temper, my
Fdith-a tendency to be sternly nipped in
the bud
She rubbed her cheek against his hand
81 am sorry but you do worry me so.
You take such extraordinary notions into
your head about hearing voices-you'l1 be
seeing weird things next green cats and
blue snakes
She spoke softly, that her words might
not carry to the man in the next room
Every sentence Darlington spoke fell on
her heart with q hideous sense of hui
initiation She felt indeed that if Tony
then and there we're to discover the truth
and kill her for the deception she had
practlced upon him he would be acting
in the only way possible consistent with
honor
oT assure YOU | heard what might be
called language proceeding from this
apartment He had released her face
.from his hands and was now Standing
upright by her chair. What are you
doing wasting paper? Women are like
chldren-they love to be scribbling on
ANYTHING white and clean they see. Hal
ioa What's that"
Edith Darlington started 70 her feet,
as white as paper. A crash In the next
room as of some heavy falling object,
drove the blood from her heart. Anthony
Darlington darted quick look at his
wife then, without word, rushed Into
the adjoining bed room. Edith followed
him, lmpeed by that strange sporting
Instinct to be in at the death-even II it
were her own death.
Tho Search.
The he'd room into which Mrs Barring
ton followed her husband was empty and
of immaculate tidiness: for Victorine, the
little French maid who had come over
from Auteuil with the rest of the servants
when the Barrlngtons returned to their
house in Princes Gate. was the soul of
order and neatness
The noise can not come from these
rooms, Edith heard herself saying, and
her voice came to her own ears as from
an immense distance
Darlington paid not the slightest heed