Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-16
Initials Only y By Anna katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story Of Modeyu Times

L that a compare lively short distance sepa-
rated them from the porch where George
had been told to- look for the man he was
| expected So Identify All was dark there
| at present, but he could hear from time
to time some sounds Of restless move
meut as the guard posted inside shifted
! in his narrow quarters. or struck his he
| numbed feet softly together.
! But what came 10 them from above
was more interesting than anything TO
! be heard or seen below A mans voice.
! raised TO a wonderful pitch by the pas
| sion of oratory, had burst the barriers Of
! the closed han IN that towering third
story and was car" wing its tale to other
ears than those within Had 1t been
summer and The windows open both
George and Sweetwater might have heard
every word, for the tones were excep-
tonally rich and penetrating and the
speaker intent only on the impression he
was endcavCrinE 10 make upon his audi
enCe That he had not mistaken his
power IN his direction was evinced by
the applause which rose from time 10
time from innumerable hands and feet.
But his uproar would be speedily ST.
fenced. and the mellow voice ring out
again, clear and commanding What
could the subject be to rouse such en-
Of the Awl, the Plane and the Trowel?
There was a moment when our listening
friends expected TO he enlightened. A
shutter was thrown back in one Of those
upper windows, and the window hurriedly
raised, during which words took the place
of sounds and they heard enough TO whet
their appetite for more. But only that.
The shutter was speedily restored to place
and the window again closed. A wise
precaution, or so thought George if they
wished to keep their doubtful proceed
ngs secret
a TRADE against the rich and a loud
call to battle could be CLEANED from the
few sentences they had heard But its
yruence and pointed attack was not
that of the seCond-rate demagogue or
business agent but of n man whose in
tellect and culture rang in every tone.
and informed each sentence
Sweetwater, in whom satisfaction was
fast taking the place if Impotence and
regret, pushed the window TO before ask
ing George this question:
Did You hear the voice of the man
wnose action attracted your attention out
side the Clcrmont?'
NO"
Did YOU note just now the large
speakers head?"
Yes, but I could Judge nothing from
that"
"Well, he's rum one. I shan't open
this window rrain till he gives signs of
reaching the cf. Of his speech It's too
cold "
But almost Immediately he gave a
start and, pressing Georges arm, ap-
peared to listen not to the speech, which
was no longer audible. but to something
much nearer-a step or movement in the
adjoining yard. At least, so George in
terpreted the quick turn which this i'm
petuous detective made, and the pains he
took TO direct Georges attention to the
walk running under the window beneath
which they CrouChed. Some one was
stealing down upon the house at their
left, from the alley beyond a big man,
whose shoulder brushed the window as
he went by George felt his hand seized
again and pressed as this happened and
before he had recovered from this excite
ment, experienced another quick pressure
and still another, as one, two, three
additional figures went slipping by. Then
his hand was suddenly dropped for a
cry had shot UP from the door where the
sentinel stood guard, followed by a loud
which, prcclajming as it did that the in
vaders were not friends, hut enemies to
the cause which was being Wanted above,
SO excited Sweetwater that he pulled the
window wide open and took a bold look
out. George followed his example and
this was what they saw:
Three men were standing fiat against
the fence leading from the shed directly
to the porch. The fourth was crouch
ing within the latter. and in another mo-
ment they heard his fist descend upon
the door inside in a way to rouse the
echoes Meantime the voice In the au-
dience hail above had ceased, and there
could be heard instead the scramble of
hurryng feet and the noise of overun-
ing benches. Then a window flew up and
a voice called down:
Who's that? What do YOU want down
there?'
But before an answer could he shouted
back. this man was drawn hercely inside
and the scramble was renewed amid
which George heard Sweetwater's whis-
per at his ear:
ITS the police. The chief has got
ahead Of me. Was that the man were
aftcr-the one who shouted down."
NO Neither was he the speaker The
voices are very dinerent'
we want the speaker. If the boys
get him. we're all right; but If they
dor't-wait | must make the matter
sure
And with a bound he vaulted through
the window. whistuuc i'm peculiar way.
George. thus left quite alone, had the
pleasure Of seeing his sole protector mix
with the boys. as he called them, and
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