Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-26


dramatic details would permit.
Margaret Hollis Story.
1T happened four years ago" she he
gan, avoiding his eyes and speaking with
an effort he did not understand at first,
When first came to New York from a
niue town III Maine. My parents had
Just died and | had but one brother
VINO was just then finishing his course
In law. He came to New York to get
start and ! went to Portland to work
as stenographer. Well. my brother was
bright and honest and he got on. Final
~ he sent for me to come and live with
him and my uncle here"
She paused for a moment, and her
voice was almost as uncertain as a whis-
per when she went on.
IT was night when | arrived at Grand
central station. My brother was not
| mere TO meet me. Oh it wasn't his
iauIt' But he wasn't there-he wasn't
there"
She stopped again and bit her lin. How
ell. with rising feeling of horror and
ing Viii
Il looked about the station bewildered
by the noise and the crowd FINAL,
woman approached me-"
tones. ~"
es' a mlddle-aged woman She asked
me VINO l was looking for and l told her
my brother. Your brother couldn't
come she said, and he sent me to meet
! you
Howell swore under his breath, but She
heard.
"Oh, never even thought of suspect
ing her! She put mo in taxi and we
drove and drove-it seemed for miles
Flhally we stopped before a high stone
house. She led me up the stairs to the
fourth foor-opened a door. pushed me
INTO room. turned the key in the lock
ana went away"
Howell sat rigid and silent. His face
mad gone almost as white as the girls.
The next day a big brute of a man
| on Cod She buried her face in her
hands and rocked to and fro in silent
agony. Howell sprang up and walked
away. His lips We're working in motion
less curses. His fists were doubled but
| he felt no pain from the injured hand
| When the girl had partially recovered
her control he slowly returned, but stood
| beside her instead of resuming his seat
In this way she could avoid his ewes
without appearing to do So
Nept Prisoner"
| Il was kept a prisoner in that house
for three weeks" Howell could barely
catch the words, but as this crisis of the
story passed she recovered her compos-
ure with courage and forttude that COM
! pleted his admiration 1.-The only place
l was allowed to go was to little en-
closure on the roof
There was fresh air there and the
| blue sky to look at Finally Providence
Providence-came to my rescue. A fire
| broke out in that house. I escaped to
the roof and the firemen discovered me
and took me down.
! 81 rushed to my brother told him
what had happened-I thought he would
go insane, I have never seen such a rage
in human being For days he was like
a madman-and ever since then he has
been obsessed with one thought. one de-
sre-to bring these terrible men to JUS
tice, At first he tried to work with the
police, but they were against him. Then
| he managed to interest certain rich man
in the work. This man furnished him
with money and influence. With the
money he hired the best detectives he
| could find--the Burns men-and with the
| influence he got himself gradually ad-
vanced. Finally, he was appointed as
sistant to the district attorney and this
woll was placed in his hands
BIT by bit the evidence was collected.
| 1t was one mans work to watch the pa
pers, particularly the want columns.
One day he found an advertisement for a
stenographer-'No experience required
Howell nodded and the girl continued.
This looked suspicious and some one
had to investigate. I begged to be al
lowed to go. My brother refused at first,
| but at last consented and I went"
ITO the Beaumont" asked Howell,
quickly.
TT was Norton"
! Yes"
The Leader Of the Gang.
THAT was what he called himself" cor
rected .the girl. But he really was the
J one man in New York my brother wanted
to reach. lie was Pedro Alvarez, the
| leader of the gang.
Great Scott" calculated Howell, under
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