Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-12
TODAY INSTALLMENT.

ser sentence faltered off incoherent-
ly, as she drew Betty into the house
and the girl, gancing about the bare
=nfovely hall with wonder thought OF
the beauty Of the great house at Princes
Gate and shuddered.
Mamma '-she paused, catching uncOn-
sciously at the old womans arm. a door
to her right had opened and Darlington
came out into the hall.
Barring ton-Anthony Barrington Fol
a moment Betty Lumsden thought her
senses had deceived her. This wreck Of
man, STOPPING and unkempt looking, un-
shaVen with twtching, furtive eyes peer
ina under his knitted brows-couId this
be the man she had known, gay and deb
OMAR, whose gray eyes had been sc
charming and Iauchter-llt?
Mamma even his voice had changed
it seemed to the -"I-who's that:
Who the mischief have you got there with
you? Didn't L tell you
ITS |, Tony-Betty. I've"
Betty, Incredulity and note of an
ger raised the pitch of the fat voice
What on earth-come in here, Don't fall
over the cat
He touched her arm. and looking down
she saw the upturned edge of the rug
at which he pointed. 1t did not come tC
that he had failed to distinguish between
a fold of turned-up carpet and the great
black cat she saw doing by the fire.
'Well-now that you are here, ! sup
pose one must speak to you, Betty. 1t
isn't polite, perhaps. but it is the truth
I had no desire to see you-no desire al
oil. Betty"
And in the old days we were such
friends Tony
We were-I don't know-I-turn your
fac to the light, child, | used to mag
inc loved you. Let me see your face.
| & int see"
5etty obeyed, turning her face to the
light, letting him tilt up her chin and
stare earnestly into her eyes with those
poor, strained, twitching eyes of his.
Not Trace.
mo. no." he muttered There's not a
trace of her not a trace Thank heaven.
! suppose it's possible for some faith to
exist-some purity" He turned away
with an abrupt question. She is well,
] suppose
Betty caught her breath.
she? Edith. d'you mean l don't
know Haven't heard anything of her
for weeks and weeks. Don't you know
He hesitated, torn with a desire to ques-
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did not know-if Betty had not heard
what had happened? This time in her
fight she had no money. He remembered
now, as though it were a happening of
an hour ago, how he had rushed into her
room and ransac5ed every cupboard and
wardrobe, and seen all the beautiful things
she loved left behind-the jewels and
trinkets in their cases all piled up in one
great heap on the broad dressing table.
the many compartments of the safe stand
ing open, as though the flying wife in her
frenzy had wished to assure him that she
had taken nothing with her that was his.
Then why have you Gomez" he asked,
brusquely, What is it that you want,
why have you Gomez"
There was a suarlng bitterness in his
voice that gave her courage rather than
intimidated her: it was like the snarlng
of beast but a sorely wounded beast.
"Tony-you ill.," she said. THAT is
why | came. lit isn't right that you
should shut yourself up here-that you
should cut yourself off from us all
81 have my work he said, brusquey.
Your Tony?"
Yes. | have studio here. It's the
only part of the house that is furnished,
and it isn't in the house al all. as a mat
that | had converted. | am painting
painting while the Devil holds the hour
glass. Because-there is no reason on
earth why you should not know am
going blind. | have some work to do be-
fore | go blind"
He paused and looked at the girl, and
a smile that made his unshaven face sin
gularly saturnine crossed it for a mo-
mont.
Would you care to see my work.
COT course, Tony, but not for min
ute; yet"
"Oh. yes. | would prefer you see the
work before you committed yourself to
any friendly converse with the worker, -
he said. Has that old fool of woman
offered you any refreshment? | don't
know what Nanna's peculiar religious
convictions are, but | can tell you I've
been giving her her purgatory on earth
since we came to the Chantrey | sup
pose it was she who sent for you, inter
fering OLD idiot. | suppose she told you
! hadn't been sober for month";"
she certainly did not said Betty.
Well ! haven't" harrington snapped
what she calls sober, [ am what she
calls drunk now As he spoke. with an
ostentation that was not lost upon Betty
he crossed over to the sideboard and
poured himself out stiff peg of whisky
drinking it at d gulp.
well, shall we go to the studio now?'
he asked, his hand on the door.
Betty followed him across the room
without a word.
Dear to Her.
The rain which had seemed pleasant
TO Betty Lumsden when the wind blew
it in little gusts against her cheeks while