Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-08
r. \ yovlo Caee One Of the Ben Detechve
Il ne ElSyN Nav Stories Epr Written
By j. w. M'coNAUGHY.
J. w. M'CONAUGHY.


the world and''-he struck his chest and
ms eyes dashed-"and it is | who shall
do it! In few weeks the whole coun-
try will be flooded with them-Chicago
Denver. San Francisco, New Orleans,
Philadelphia, Boston, New York-all on
the same day. Then we shall go-witb
the whole world for our Playground
But the woman could not be warmed
with his enthusiasm. She shivered and
her eyes roamed about the half-lit room
with haunted. terrified look.
I'VE shall be hunted always-whereve
we CO." she declared, in a low voice
We can never get away from it. It's too
big, Friedrich-it's too big! They'd never
let man who could make a bill like
that escape. You know, if one of these
men were caught he'd betray you to save
himself. The government would pardon
| him-would pardon them ALTO get you.
Safe! Every prison in the world would
be waiting for YOU
Kreislers head sank slowly and he
stared darkly at the table from under
his bushy, knitted brows.
Il shall never go to prison again" he
said, slowly and ominously. 'If / am
caught He felt her shudder and
stopped in the middle of the sentence
Il hope to God you'll kill me, too, then,
Friedrich she cried. I'D never have
the courage to kill myself, and il would
be the end of everything for me"
He arose and put both hands on her
shoulders and gazed long and earnestly
into her face
Mrs. Martins Fears.
''Ah, YOU are a great soul" he breathed
passionately. You give up everything
for me! You leave everybody. You give
up your little daughter; you share prison
with me! And IT, He made a gesture
of bitter despair and sef-reproach. Il
ake-take-take! / am the selfish one.
And now, when l say | would take my
life-you would share death with me- All,
you are the great soul!'
He turned back to his work to hide
the working of the deeply lined face.
The woman. too, moved off as If her
emotions were too strong to control She
leaned on the mantel and stared into
the blackened fireplace in silence for
some time
''Oh, if l could only make you feel as
l do!' she exclaimed, in dreary despair.
I'm so oppressed, Friedrch!" she turned
to him again. This is a great thing
that you have invented-this process of
done with it! 1t would mean millions to
you-and fame"
Yes, my love-" he replied, gently, but
shook his head. lin an honest world
yes. But they would cheat me-they
would steal it. And, see! l must have
money to finance ito protect it. Then,
when all this blows over-in Germany
perhaps-whe knows"
The buzzer sounded loudly and he
looked up.
THAT must be Swidd," he muttered
and walking quickly to the door he opened
it and slipped out into the dark hall
He called softly and there was a con-
fused murmur from below. Then he
returned with a heavy frown on his face
NO, it is Hurley he exclaimed.
Hurley echoed Mrs. Martin. star
! tied. He ought to know better than
this. He oughtn't to come here"
ut must be because Gage telephoned
| to him about the girl" ventured Kreis-
| Ter.
oh, yes agreed the woman. greatly
relieved But the frown' did not disap-
pear from Kreisler's face.
Always he is finding fault with things
we do he grumbled. And it is he
! who makes the mistakes.
| At that moment the lawyer. in even
ing clothes, stepped in at the door, fol-
| lowed by Gage
You are wrong to come here" declared
| Mrs Martin, abruptly.
whats this about your bringing a
strange woman here?" demanded the law
yer, his manner more abrupt than the
womans.
That's all right" declared Mrs. Mar
tin. You needn't worry about that. I
| know what I'm doing"
What are you doing?" he demanded,
roughly.
| ''Do not be 50 crude" interposed Kreis-
! Ter, with dignity. She will explain to
| you"
| Friedrich" said Mrs. Martin quietly,
you and Gage go downstairs and let me
| talk to him.
But, my dear" protested the artist.
with gesture toward the table, Il can
not leave all this here"
well, I guess my seats wanted -
snapped Gage, making for the door. Il
| suppose when it's time for me to know
| what's goin' on in this shack I'll be
tipped off the bull on the beat
well, who is it," demanded Hurley,
after Gage had vanished
It's Miss Mazuret--
| stricken from his face in an instant.
| "Kayton asked me to take charge of
her" explained Mrs Martin. simply.
MY God. Are you crazy?" gasped the
lawyer.
TT would have been crazy to refuse
returned the woman, as quietly as ever.
| Hurley swallowed hard and bit his lip.
This is a plant he declared in a
hoarse whisper
| But, listen,'-
The one person in the world that you
| should have kept furthest away from"
"Oh. do not talk. Hurley" broke in
Kreisler with impotence and contempt.
| Listen, Listen!''
Hurley gulped again. but made no fur
Their effort to speak. and Mrs Martin told
the story simply but rapidly.
| when | went in that day-about the
| legacy-he was planning to have the girl
| disappear" she said He wanted to pro-
tect her from reporters. And, besides. he
| SuGDpcted some one in their house, and he