Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-01-20
A Tale of Love, Mystery and Ad-
venture.
Written from the play Of the same name,
now being produced by Robert Hill
Hard at the Criterion theater,
New York city.
Copyright, 1912. by Journal American
Examiner.
By ]. w. M'CONAUGHY.
TODAYlS INSTALLMENT.

Finley approached What time am
to expict the defective, sir2" he inquired
Bruce and the Girl
ANY time, now Bruce replied, ant
Finley withdrew with bow.
More detectives coming, Bruce ask
ed the girl with little frown.
Yes" he replied with nod, and add
ed "Asche Kayton."
"Oh," said the girl doubtfully dc
you think he can do anything"
He's the greatest detective IN the
country" returned Argyle. IF he can't
nobody can, If we'd got him at first we
wouldn't have had the things all mud
died up the way it is now, with sus-
picion on me and Mary and everybody.
Miss Thompson shook her head, appar'
entity lost between hopelessness and OBJ
stinacy.
Il don't believe itu ever he found out
who killed him. she declared.
Argyle shrugged his shoulders impa
tiently. IF Kayton finds out enough &c
clear Mary that's all I ask he said
shortly. Instantly the girls hand was
on his arm and her eyes looked up into
his troubled face in love and sympathy
"Oh, Bruce, dear" she exclaimed. soft
IN, nobody believes you or Mary had
anything to do with it
Nobody that knows us-of course
said Argyle. gravely. But what about
the people that read the newspapers and
don't know u.s. How is Mary
shes wonderful breathed the girl
1.-THE way she keeps up. I'd go ont Of
my mind But she's so strange, Bruce
She hasn't said a word about your IA
Their since l came. She simply won
speak Of it
Bruce nodded, staring thoughtfully
straight out before him.
''Nlarys always like that" he said
"She never talks about the things thai
are way down in her, The old mar
knew It, And he liked her for IT, I guess
He could quarrel with me-but he coulc
never get a, rise out of Mary She Just
simply kept quiet and-got her own way
with him. He never forgave me for re-
fusing to marry her, but he never quar-
relied with her for refusing to marry
me-"
The girl vehemently possessed herself
Of his hand I'm glad she refused She
whispered. Bruce slipped his arm abou
his sweetheart's waist and kissed the tot
OF her head.
"She understood about you, Nan n
said. gently, from the first. And sh
was doing everything she could to nell
as with him. II he'd lived, she'd haV
brought him around. He probably care
more for her than for anything else Il
the world It's been that way ever sine
she was a little girl-ever since she cam
here to live" He broke off and drew
away from the girl as a woman Of abou
As. breathing audibly and plainly yer,
nervous and excited, sort of swarmed int
the library She was a highly respecta
BILE, if not highly intellectual, womal
whom the elder Argyle had retained as
companion to his adopted daughter
Good morning, Bruce" she painted
busting over TO a window and closing i
violently. Il didn't know you were here
Finley tells me that man-that detectiv
-Kayton is coming
Yes" nodded Bruce. Mrs Wyatt
rolled her eyes, She was evidently in
chronic condition of excitement owe
something that was likely to happen.
Il think you're perfectly right sh