Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-04
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.l
downright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & CO.
PART I.
PoInsettias.


"A remarkable man.
7, was not my husband speaking. but
come passerby. However, l looked up
at George with a smile, and found him
looking down at me with much the same
r,,n,or. We had often spoken of the odd
rbrases one hears in the street, and how
interesting it would be sometimes to hear
q little more of the conversation.
That's a case in point" he laughed,
g. he guided me through the crowd of
tbeatergoers which invariably block this
rsrt If Broadway at the, hour of 8. we
snail never know whose eulogy we have
i,st heard. A remarkable man" There
are not many of them.
No" was my somewhat Indifferent re-
n1y 1t was keen winter night and snow
was packed upon the walks in a way
10 throw into sharp relief the figures of
such pedestrians as happened to be
walking alone. But it seems to me that,
So far as general appearance goes, the
one in front answers your description
most admirably"
I pointed to a man hurrying around the
CORNER lust ahead of US.
Yes. he's remarka bly, well built. l
noticed him when he came out of the
Cermont"
This was a hotel we had lust passed.
a Strange Sight.
But it's not only that. It's his
height hts very striking features, his
expression" 1 stopped suddenly. grip
ping Georges arm impulsively in a sur
mise he seemed to share. We had turned
of whom we were speaking and so had
him still in full view.
What's he doing?" l asked, in low
whisper. We were only few feet be-
hind, Look! look! don't you call that
curious
My husband stared, then uttered a low
Rather" The man ahead of us, pre-
senting in every respect the appearance
Of a gentleman. had suddenly stopped to
the curb and was washing his hands in
the snow furtively, but with a vigor and
purpose which could not fail to arouse
the strangest conjeetures in any chance
onlooker.
plate" escaped my lips, in sort Of
nervous chuckle. But George shook his
head at me.
Il don't like It," he muttered, with un
usual gravity. Did you see his face?"
Then as the man rose and hurried away
from us down the street, Il should like
10 follow him. ] do believe"
But here we became aware of a quick
rush and sudden Clamor around the cor
ner We had Just left. and, turning quick
ly saw that something had occurred on
Broadway which was fast causing q tu-
mutt
What's the natter" l cried. What
can have happened? Letss go see, George.
Perhaps it has something to do with our
man"
My husband, with final glance down
the street at the fast disappearing figure,
yielded to my Importantly, and possibly
to some new curiosity of his own.
a Tragedy.
I'D like TO stop that man first" said
he. But what excuse have I? He may
he nothing but crank. with some crack
Drained idea in his head. Wen soon
know; for there's certainly something
wrong there on Broadway"
He came out of the Clermont," l sug-
gested
q know. If the excitement isn't there,
what we've just seen is simply a coin
cldence.' Then, as we retraced our steps
to the Whatever we hear or
see, don't say anything about this man.
il $ after eight, remember, and we prom
ised Adela that we would be at the house
before nine"
IN be quiet"
Remember
II was the last word he had time to
speak before we found ourselves in the
must of crowd of men and women,
Josting one another in curiosity or in