Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

| TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
From where Gordon stood the wild
/ windstorm seemed to be rushing di-
rectly toward him with twice the
speed Of the fastest express train,
cutting path five hundred feet wide
Even as he looked the tornado, with
a rush and a roar, swept up between
the mansion and the huge granite
rock in the valley. Gordon dashed
for the brook to seek some sheltering
bank, but ere he could reach It the
cyclone was upon him. or at least
the edge Of 1t, and he was picked up
as though he was a chip Of wood,
carried forty feet in the air and hurl-
ed to the opposite side of the brook.
where he lay stunned.
When Gordon came to his senses
he found himself surrounded by four
rough looking men. dressed in the
garb Of the mountaineer. They as
sisted him to his feet and he worked
his arms, legs and body to ascertain
If there were any bones broken.
Finding himself apparently sound, he
smiled.
Il never rode on the wings of a cy-
clone before" he said, "and I don't
believe I ever want to try it again"
None Of the men he addressed made
direct reply to this cheerful remark
They stood close to him and eyed him
critically. Finally one of them,
| black-bearded man, said:
Il reckon you're Gordon Kelly"
Il am" replied Gordon, surprised
that the stranger should know that
name.
Gordon a Prisoner.
( AS if this answer were a signal for
attack, the four men closed in on
him. One Of them had a rope and he
attempted to pinion Gordon's arms.
Though taken completely by surprise,
Gordon put up a desperate struggle,
but was quickly overpowered by the
| four men, all of whom seemed DOS
sessed of uncommon strength. His
arms were tied behind his back and
he was commanded to walk forward.
What's the meaning of this?" de-
manded the prisoner.
The man with the black beard an
swered.
II reckon nothin' amt goin' to harm
yer II yer obey orders. II yer don't
Wen make yer. Come along"
But Gordon refused to move. He
said in a calm voice
"Just tell me what this all about,
will you, please? You've made a mis-
take. have done nothing to you.
You've got the wrong man"
You amt done nothin' to us. but
you're the man we want Come along,
now" The black bearded man drew
a six~shooter from his pocket and
grasped the weapon by the barrel. Il
don't want 10 hit yer with this we're
pistol, but reckon I'll have to unless
yer do what I tell yer"
Gordon saw that all four men were
armed, though the black bearded man
was the only one to make a display.
Resistance was useless and might
bring him needless injury, so without
further words he walked ahead in the
a
short time the whole thing would be
explained and he would be allowed to
go free. His captors followed the
brook for nearly a mile and then
turned off toward the northwest. They
crossed the path of the cyclone, which
had long since passed in it's fury
leaving destruction in it's wake, and
continued On through thick forests
and over rough and wild mountain
Icountry. Gordon tried to secure some
information from the men, but they
did not reply to his questions.
A Long Walk.
Finally, after walking northwestern
ly for about three miles, Gordon judg-
1 ed they came to Pew Creek, the
stream that flowed past the settle
ment bearing the same name nearly
fourteen miles to the south of where
they we're The prisoner knew the
country we'll especially the land Dor
dering the creek. He knew not where
his captors were taking him, but at
least he was familiar with the ground
The bearded man, leading the way
he seemed to be the leader of the
| four-followed the creek for another
mile until he struck the main road,
Before reaching the road, however,
the party stopped, while one of the
men went ahead as q scout, evident
" to make sure the road was clear.
He waved a signal TO advance and
the others did so, crossing a bridge
| where the creek met the road and
then plunging due west through an
other forest. They were getting on
higher ground all the time and final
~ came to clearing. Then, making
a sharp ascent of about one hundred
yards, they descended rapidly for an
other hundred yards and came to