Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-22
-.a rovelization OF "The Con-
trorr 49, ~ sobert Baker and John En-
icy, NV being produced by Charles
,, !, nv al the Garriek theater, Ne"
~ !. W. M'coNAUGHY.
-, 1918. by The Evening Journal
'E publishing Company
ronAy,S LNSTAI4LNIENT.

TO-DAY , lNO1 AI1l1NlE-N
80, ,rurted the author, turning on
.b savage glare. Howell backed
. holding up both hands
E 600 if Miss Baker is strong enough
h to YOU, offered Miss Towne' ris-
NC anoueh! exclaimed Mr.. Claver-
".,on,y ON, she's been sick? 1
IAN, snv ailing woman. had one.
o.. I'd get 10 an exciting place in my
,ion she'd have TO stop and take
,5nr have blamed her if shed
: noison declared Howell with feel
u l., her know you are here, said
Tovne hastily. and made for the
Taking His Exercise.
In mght-all right! grunted Mr.
,-irq Tell her it's hard work-no
N and little sleep. never sleep.
'~otnsr never slept, my father never
,nan nodded solemnly
.sn see why-they had YOU on their
ks"
|, cIayering gathered himself for a
inc renlv. but Just then the clock
liz He quickly put his cane on Miss
ros desk and began going through
.alislbenics. explaining that it kept
rrood in circulation and nourished the
ryery little movement has meaning
d avn" chanted Howell, softly.
nor't sing that-d--n it," stormed Mr..
roripg. regaining possession Of his
. without which he seemed to be
matted Il hate grand opera"
ne next act of our BILL announced
oil loudly. will be the Diving Dill
he"
h Clavering withdrew from the un-
contest by turning his back on his
renter This maneuver brought him
in face with Mr.. Christopher, who
retired to his desk, from which Sc
position he was enjoying himself
ely
You run this refuge. do you?" snarled
author.
yes" replied the superintendent,
bly,
irving 10 make people better, eh?"
cred Mr.. Clavering.
Yes that is our aim.
Well, you're wasting your time.
I'm sorry you should think so, was
unruffled response.
Why should you care what I Think
RED the author
He doesn't" interiected Howell.
ats politeness.'
call it lying" Mr. Clavering growied.
But, my dear sir the superintendent
pn
For local Color.
never had any use for churches or
Isions-or settlements, declared Mr..
vering, except for local color. Either
makes good stuff for the scene of a
stery story. | wrote one once called
Cathedral Mystery In the opening
pter had the dead man lying on the
" with a green light from the stained
IS window on his face
lowell contrived a mock shudder.
Couldn't that make cold chills run up
hump Of camel?'
The story was based ON the murder
That Catholic priest about eight years
!, continued Mr. Clavering, talking
self into a comparatively good humor,
q don't YOU forget it: ii was that
slt TIE murderer after the police had
sn up the chase. Marvellously inter
ng thing-the pursuit of criminals,
Of romance and poetry-don't YOU
Il So"
No. I don't" replied Mr. Christopher
dedly.
Then you're fool snapped Mr.
'erng Mr.. Christopher gasped. and.
saering him disposed of, the author
ICED about the room and discovered the
lessor
'ieIo' kaufman, he cried, approach
'Ahl Got that Spanish translation
me yet@.'
mol quite, Mr.. Clayering," replied the
e's'F' and his intimates at the Re-
would never have recognized his
p I'm working on it now.
'ooo LORD, While you're digging out
d.asFaph | could write an encyclo-
. TAXES time-it takes time" muir
ed the professor.
i ,, snapped his employer, land, BY
'poh OF Your nose, it takes rum! And
nere. Mr. Christopher he went on
"Is suddenly. III they'd put a set
~ DOCKS in Police Headquarters and
= loe oluecoats read them, they'd
u something about detective work.
!" ~ We finished with my works-tLe
.u..,unped violently on the fioor-"no
'ua' VIII be safe, They will show
\, s"gU man can be caught. They will
sreatest monument that any man
no.. m the worlds greatest au-
wv on crime''
near. applauded Howell. W.