Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-12
The Most Exciting Serial
of the Year.
SERIALIZED
By J. w. McCONAUGHY

Brave he exclaimed in low, con-
temptuous tones. 1T takes no bravery
to fight a coward-and that's what this
ghost is, It's a coward, like every other
spook. Did you ever hear Of any spirit
that walked in the daytime? Never!
They sneak and dodge and hide in crum-
bling and deserted places. l tell you that
men are not half so afraid of spirits as
spirits are of men! Face the supernatu-
raj and it is beaten before the fight be-
gins. Spooks, horse thieves and peevish
wildcats can all be tanned by the same
1 little charm"
He stopped in a dead silence. The 9TH
ers were staring at him intently, but
with highly different expressions
Charm" repeated the Duke, vaguely.
what is it," asked the Princess,
/ breathlessly
Unostentatously, Jarvis produced his
pistol handling it as one might handle
a familiar pencil. To one reared in a
community where firearms are never
seen excepting in the windows of the
hardware store the sight Of pistol oc-
casions either panic or the utmost indif-
/ ference, depending entirely on the de-
gree Of ignorance or natural timidity.
But in localities where the revolver is as
common and serves the same purpose
as the rapier Of medieval Europe IL is a
known and fixed quantity. To one ma
tive to those localities the interest in
the appearance of the pistol is directed
entirely toward the man who displays
it-what manner of man he is and what
Sc - l.
The Duke had never seen a pistol ex-
cepting once or twice on the field of
honor and strapped to the thigh Of a
cavalry man. He was an utter stranger
to the type of man to whom a 44-cali-
Der revolver is a shield sword. Conse-
quently, though any ten-year- old boy
from the lower Ohio Valley could have
| told him at one glance that Warren
Jarvis carried a revolver. Because it
was a protection and not a menace, as
it is to be unused, the appearance of
the weapon seemed to amuse him, rath-
er than otherwise.
A Joke.
Il had been hoping. Mr. Warren" he
said. with light scorn, that you had
some subtle method of handling this
problem. But no! You propose to meet
the forces of the supernatural with fire
arms! l may tell you that this specter
has been fired at before without the
| tightest effect"
Jarvis smiled and nodded as he re-
turned the pistol to his pocket.
quite likely" Your Excellency.
have seen rifle fire that had not the
.-far
very good reason that the shooting was
wilder than the cat"
The Duke made a gesture as if waiv-
ing all responsibility.
Il am sorry for you, Mr.. Warren
You will find the ghost more real than
the treasure"
But the treasure is real. Carlos" ex-
claimed the Princess, with spirit.
Would l have crossed the ocean for
this locket unless I knew? Why, with
this paer total stranger, anybody who
had never seen the castle. could walk
right up to the place and point out the
very stone that hides it,"
For the barest fraction Of a second
the glances of the two men crossed like
foils
have around" observed Jarvis, slowly.
Look out that somebody doesn't get
there ahead of you"
Yes, II is a dangerous paper" chin
ed in the Duke in the same time, 'if
1t leads any one into the castle"
The young man laughed, silently and
naturally.
well, Your Excellency, Ia go a long
way for the fun of unraveling a good
mystery with a little spice Of danger
thrown in
Dangerous Ground.
The Duke nodded as If he understood
and sympathized with the feeling Then
as II something had just occurred to
him, he remarked:
You needn't have gone so far, Mr.
Warren. You are leaving a very IN
usual case behind you in New York.
l suppose you read the papers on your
way to the boat?'
The young mans lips twitched and
he glanced at the trunk.
'Why, no. I was so wrapped up in
my baggage I really didn't have
chance"