Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-03
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"a remarkable man.
# was not my husband speaking, but
some passerby However. l looked up
at George with smile, and found him
looking down at me with much the same
humor We had often spoken of the odd
nhrases 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.
as he guided me through the crowd of
treatergoers which invariably block this
part Of Broadway at the hour Of s. I'VE
shall never know whose eulogy we have
inst heard "A remarkable man. There
are not many of them
NO" was my somewhat Indifferent re-
plv. It was a 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 1t seems to me that,
so far as general appearance goes, the
one in front answers your description
most admirably
pointed TO a man hurryng around the
corner just ahead of US.
Yes, he's remarkably well built.
noticed him when he came out of the
ClermoLt."
This was a hotel we had just passed.
A Strange Sight.
But it's not only that It's his
height. his very striking features, his
expression" l stopped suddenly. grip
ping Georges arm impulsivey in a sur
prise he seemed to share. We had turned
the corner Immediately behind the man
OF whom we were speaking and so had
him still in full view.
What's he doing?" | asked. in a low
whisper We were only few feet be-
hind Look! look. don't you call that
curious"
My husband stared, then uttered 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, furtvely, but with vigor and
purpose which could not fail to arouse
the strangest conjectures in any chance
onlooker.
plate" escaped my lips, in a sort of
nervous chuckle. But George shook his
head at me.
~ don't like it," he muttered. with un-
usodi gravity. Did you see his face
Then as the man rose and hurried away
from us down the street. q should like
to follow him. l do believe"
But Eere we became aware of a quick
rush and sudden clamor around the cor
Ter we had Just left, and. turning quick
Is. saw that something had occurred on
BrcauWay which was fast causing a tu-
mutt
WHATS the natter" I cried What
can have happened? Letc go see. George.
ne'haps it has something to do with our
man"
My husband with final glance down
the street at the fast disappearing figure,
Welded 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 L? He may
he nothing but a 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," | sug-
G,sjeI
4 know If the excitement isn't there,
vha' we've Just seen is simply coin
ridence.' Then, as we retraced our steps
1o the Whatever we hear or
sec, don't say anything about this man.
~ after eight, remember, and we prom
sed Adela that we would be at the house
before nine"
I'm he quiet"
Remember
1t was the last word he had time TO
speak before we found ourselves in the
midst of a crowd of men and women,
jostling one another in curiosity or in