Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-11
A Tale of Love, Mystery and Ad,
venture.
Written from the play Of the same name
now being produced by Robert Hi
Hard at the Criterion theater,
New York city.
Copyright, 1912, by Journal-American'
Examiner
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

"a wise young guy tried TO warm up
to me in a saloon" he said, while Kreis-
Ter and the woman listened closely. and
I couldn't get him drunk, And, believe
me, there's something doing when | can't
get man drunk He's pourin his into
the spittoon And when ! shook him
of ! hiked around here and got look
out. They keep passin the house. They
don't stop-but they're the same ones.
And there's new newsboy over on the
corner-that's damned funny, now, amt
it?'
Without the slightest hurry or express
sion of alarm Krelsler began packing his
things away in their hiding places And
Skidd, proud Of the impression he had
made. resumed his story.
And what ] want to know Is, are they
after us or are they after that new skirt
you've got in here? Who is she?' he
demanded, glaring at Mrs. Martin. What
is she wanted for? What are we running
here, anyway white slave annex"
shes all right, Slidd,' Mrs Martin
assured him. watching Kreisler at his
swift and silent work. She's not wanted
for anything | know all about her"
We'll. what's she so damned mysterious
about herself for" demanded Skidd.
What do you want to keep her shut
up in that room for all the time? | may
be drunk. but ! amt so drunk | can
be suspicious / want TO see that girl.
And the fist came down on the table
again.
THAT is impossible" declared Mrs.
Martin firmly.
why is it impossible" Skidd was work
ing himself up to the pugnacious obstina-
CIV of the drunk There's something
wrong around here and it's all happened
since that girl come Your pocket picked
me drunk-and bunch of plain clothes
men patrolin' the block! We want
quiet life for this business. I'd like 10
look her over" He arose suddenly.
"She can't fool me I've got light
burnin' in one good eye. That amt
drunk
kreislers Regrets
Gage came forward with his suit case
IN his hand and took the drunken mans
arm
well. Bill, you better go down and hit
the hay" he suggested. Skidd. blinking
at him affectiona tely, instantly turned
from his former design.
'Dyou think I'd better Simmy?' he
inquired.
Yep You've got a ticket for long
cream"
law right" agreed Skidd, goodna-
3uredly. permitting himself to be led to
the door "Come on down, Simmy and
tuck me in.
Gage pushed him out OF the door and
returned Kreisler was grumbling saw
agely under his breath
IAN this trouble for nothing. Time
for work wasted! How often has this
happened with nothing TO come from it?"
His eyes rested the womans white
face and his voice softened MY dear
heart you must go to bed. An this has
been very hard for you. | do not like
TO see those rings around your eyes.
But Mrs. Martin shook her head mo,
not yet
Then Gage declared himself. shifting
nervously from one foot TO another as he
talked.
"well. fly this coop in the mornin'."
he declared. Early mornin'! We're
nothin but pack o deuces. Skidd
picked -your. pocket picked-and a petit
coat down in the parlor that you can't
get introduced to. Me for Philadelphia
Kreisler's lip curled contemptuously
II would advise then. Mr.. Gage" he
began, that you take some private les
sons
The door burst open and Skidd stag
gered into the room. All three started
at the expression Of his round face
The drink had died from his eyes His
skin was pink and white and the whole
expression was one of utter terror
Mrs. Martin he gasped There's a
man-there's a man down there
Before any Of the three could recover
the power of speech there was sound
of quick, firm footsteps and a rustic of
skirts, and Kayton strobe into the room.
followed by Miss Mazuret. The detec-
tive's eyes We're flashing with anger as
they rested on Skidd. The Others save
Mrs. Martin, he ignored
What do YOU mean by trying to force
your way into this young lady's room ."
he demanded advancing almost threaten
1ngly as Skidd retrested before him