Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-22
~ J. W. M'CoNAUGHY.
,us+ 1918. by The Evening Journal
SrlsH" publishing Company.
ronAY's INSTALLMENT.


INSTALLMENT.
an ." grunted the author. turning on
-, savage glare. Howell backed
!. holding up both hands.
d, soo If Miss Baker is strong enough
| u 70 YOU" offered Miss Towne. ris-
.-,rg enough" exclaimed Mr. claver-
T,-,.oblv. "Oh, she's been sick? I
want any ailing woman. ] had one.
os I'd get to an exciting place in my
. ton she'd have to stop and take
didn't have blamed her If she'd
Z noison." declared Howell with feel
h, ,st her know you are. here said
1 rowne hastily, and made for the
taking His Exercise.
In right-all right! grunted Mr.,
..,ng "Tell her it's hard work-no
an and little sleep. | never sleep!
r,otber never slept, my father never
H."
Ioweu nodded solemniy
"on see why-they had you on their
Cgavering gathered himself for a
hing reply, but just then the clock
tn He quickly put his cane on Miss
rnas desk and began going through
Il caIIsthenics, explaining that 1t kept
Mod IN circulation and nourished the
in.
Everv little movement has a meaning
h. own" chanted Howell. softly.
no,'t sing that-d--n It'll" stormed Mr..
boring, regaining possession of his
4 without which he seemed to be
B,e.t fled. 81 hate grand operaw
Fhs next act of our BILL" announced
Zen loudly. will be the Diving Dill
kler'
4 clavering withdrew from the UNI
IA contest by turning his back on his
nenter This maneuver brought him
| to face with Mr.. Christopher, who
retired to his desk, from which se-
4 position he was enjoying himself
gely.
You run this refuge, do your" snarled
author.
Ees," replied the superintendent,
bly,
FRYING to make people better, eh?"
bred Mr.. Ciavering.
hes. that is our aim"
'wen. you're wasting your time"
I'm sorry you should think So was
unruffled response.
FWhy should you care what / think?'
lrled the author.
be Doesn't interjected Howell.
hats politeness.
b call It lying" Mr. Clavering growled.
but, my dear SIR" the superintendent
ban
For Local Color.
b never had any use for churches or
ssions-or settlements" declared Mr.
syering, except for local color. Either
makes good stuff for the scene of a
ktery story. I wsote ono once called
Cathedral Mystery IN the opening
spter had the dead man lying on the
BIZ with green light from the stained
Is window on his face" aa
Howell contrived a mock sfIpdda.
Wouldn't that make cold chii1s run up
hump Of a camel?"
EThe story was based on the murder
Ehat Catholic priest about eight years
n continued Mr. Clavering, talking
bself into a comparatively good humor,
b don't you forget it; it was that
Hght the murderer after the police had
len up the chase. Marvellously inter-
ing thing-the pursuit OF criminals!
/ Of romance and poetry-don't you
blk 500"
'No, don't, replied Mr.. Christopher
Eidedfy.
Then you're a fool.''l snapped Mr.
|vering. Mr.. Christopher gasped, and,
psfdering him disposed Of, the author
nced about the room and discovered the
lfessor.
Hello. Kaufman. he cried, approach
MIN. Got that Spanish translation
me YETI"
Not quite, Mr., Clavering." replied the
'lessor' and his intimates at the Re-
I would never have recognized his
ce I'm working on It now"
.0ood Lord! While you're digging out
paragraph l could write an encyclo-
~ takes time-it takes Time" muir
Fed the professor.
res, snapped HIS employer. land, by
'ooK OF your nose, 1t takes RUM And
! mere Mr.. Christopher he went on
eelng suddenly IF they'd put set
lay y. DOCKS in Police Headquarters and
my lne bluecoats read them, they'd
- something about detective work!
~, = We finished with my works the
- !, .humped violently on the hoor-"no
!, '',a VIII be safe. They will show
,b each man can be caught. They will
! sreatest monument that any man
r,, Ieit. Pm the worlds greatest au-
tIy on crime"
Gar near" applauded Howell, vo-