Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-01-01
Wbi;n" An Excft'ng Tale Of Lose end A4?en,
BY BERTRAND BABCOCK.

on with this-rd rather make clean
breast of it."
Confession won't help you. Shut up,
and jail's bare possibility. Own up. and
IT'S dead certainty" said Sartoris.
drinking his coffee
The other put trembling hand to his
forehead.
The witness box" he wavered. 81
daren't. I can't face it can't. l can't"
His voice, almost rose to a Shrek.
II you are really followed by detec-
ives began the captain
Taking Care of Haslam.
1 ami am! swear it!' asserted the
rector
Then We must do something to throw
them of the track" went on the can
tain. For you're Just in the iumpv SORT
OF state to blab everything We must get
you out Of the country, if necessary
IF could only get out of London" said
Haslam. I'D like to go to North York
shire. know the country better"
Pretty near to Falconhurst," said Sar-
toris
But the other was eager to go.
| All the better" said he IT'S the last
place they'll think Of looking for me. But
l have no money"
We'll, I'll let You have ten-pound
note-you can catch q train from Kings
| Cross tonight-and dodge about the coun-
| try until you feel safe-and wire me
| where you are"
Sartoris lent the weakling a coat and
cap Of decided sporting cast as dis
gulse, and had his servant show him
| out the back way.
Then he settled down to a leisurely en-
| Joyment Of his coffee. His man returned
IN Few minutes, however, with the in
formation that the young woman from
Faicohhurst wanted to see him" He was
inclined to dodge Myrtle but thinking that
she might have bit of stable informa-
ton, ordered that she be admitted
The thought that she might really he
able to help him get bit of ready money
made Sartoris so gracious toward the sig
ter of the jockey that he took her into
his arms
All, Myrtle, my dear little girl he
said.
You are glad TO see me, Greville?" she
asked tenderly
"Of course" returned Sartoris, but
have you nothing to tell me? You know
I'm devilishly hard up and a little tip. -
"My Brother Knows ALL"
Il have something to tell YOU" she be-
gan.
About the horses?" he asked eagerly.
About myself she said MY broth
| er- Harry-knows how it is with me He
follows me everywhere"
IF he comes here-young cub blus-
tered Sartoris
Don't call him that" demonstrated the
Jockeys sister. HE knows because he
loves me. He's read it in my face Oh,
Greville, keep your promise to me and
make me your wife before it is too late "
MY dear Myrtle" he protested, I'm
a beggar. | can't keep myself"
rs that all? Is it only money!"
If l were a rich man I'd marry you to-
morrow.
"Then-then-if l show you a way to
become rich, she said eagerly.
At his quick exclamation she went on:
II swore that I'd never tell YOU an
other stable secret-but to make you rich
to marry me-yesterday they tried The
Whip"
with WHAT" he asked tersely, his sta
bic sense alert.
"Siver Shoe" said the girl.
He whistles.
Back the Whip"
That would tell them" he said. She
q flyer"
THE Whip won-puling double-by
twenty lengths-back her" the girl ad-
vised.
Twenty to one! It's a fortune" ex-
\ claimed Sartoris.
But do it at once" the girl continued.
Il heard his lordship tell Harry he meant
to do the touts this time-that he would
tell the world himself directly the horse
started for Newmarket
"Whens that?"
Continued In Next issue.