Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-20
By ]. w. M'CONAUGHY.
PART I.
TODAY'S rNSTALLMENT.
...,.riebt. 1918, by The Evening Journal
I 2P' Publishing Company.

.ra,,as Morton, a cutlery merchant, was
- b,- q knife thrust in his rooms in
a., rIotel Beaumont about %:G0 o'clock
.;. af+eruoon. Shortly before the mur-
., ,Iorton had two callers-a man and Q
,a,a7. The elevator boy declares they
,ora foreigners. Italians or Spaniards
,r1o man left shortly after ) o'clock, but
ia elevator boy didn't see the woman
ave Morton had in his employ a ste
,ocrspher named Mary Hadfield. She
,.sTary leaves the hotel about O'Clock
The elevator boy don't remember taking
rsr down. though she may have used the
fairs When the hotel clerk reached
Norton $ rooms he found the door locked
~ the inside. The door was broken
lawn but no one was found in the room
sycept the dead man. Ha! Miss Towne.
he cried eXcitedly. as the secretary re-
trrned alone, "Clavering will make a story
ou Of this all right"
Miss Towne glanced at the big old-fash-
Toned clock above the fireplace
Moving Pictures"
Mr. Shipman!" she exclaimed. Aren't
vou ana the colonel going to the travel
lecture at the Peoples institute? \ fine
talk on Roosevelt's African game eXpo-
dition"
"Ah,7 grunted Mr.. Shipman. contempt
nously. Colonel Schultz had lapsed into
slumber
Towne. with a smile.
Moving pictures? That's different"
declared Mr. Shipman, with an instant
change Of manner. and again he leveled a
well trained fOrefnger for his comrades
midrift Colonel come on! Moving pic
lures" he roared. Peoples institute
big African game hunt! Roosevelt"
ROOSEVELT" gasped the colonel. open
ing his eyes: us he running again."
NO, Moving pictures-People's insti-
mte-freer'
Mr. Shipman fished out d dilapidated
silk hat and brushed it carefully on the
sleeve of his patched coat before putting
II on. From the safe niche beneath
The table the colonel produced a battered
black felt hat that bore the two badly
tarnished little gold acorns of the Grand
Army OF the Republic.
Oh veil, We must spend the night
Somevere, sighed the veteran. and lock-
ng arms the cronies marched out while
Professor kaufman Kissed, Idiots at
their backs.
ASdlA ptdtS ttSCGllueu Oh Inc refuge.
The professor toiled cheerfulIy with the
Spanish Of a r-day romanticist and
Miss Towne worked on her cards. think
ne much of the newcomer. After some
twenty minutes, this Eden calm was
rudely Jared once more. A young man
opened the street door and entered with a
CHEEKY:
Good evening, everybody
'S-sh!' Kissed the professor. The Young
man wheeled toward him and smiled 1t
was pleasant, friendly smile that lit
Up a square, good-humored face. just d
hue inclined to be fleshy The eyes into
which the professor frowned We're not
those Of man easily abashed. He was
4 WeII-dressed and carried himself with an
air Of calm assurance
"Nosey Jack"
Did that steam escape from your" he
d INQUIRED pleasantly.
S-sn.' repeated the professor, with a
more ferocious stare, and pointed to a
4 arge printed placard which bore the curt
4 command, Silence"
4 Excuse me- said the young man, still
smiling II didn't know conversation was
4 10 De soft boiled Then. in a very loud
Whisper: Good evening. everybody"
II Miss Towne eyed the latest arrival with
4 something closely akin to marked disap-
prevail
Whom did YOU wish to see" she in
Il 0uired.