Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-18
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ments that showed he appreciated every
point He examined with interest speci-
mems OF their work, for they under
stood both the stitching and stamping Of
leather. and once he found himself duly
speculatlng a. 20 what career Re would
have carved out for himself were he
given in boyhood the opportunities they
reloiced In
But throughout there was In MS sur
charged brain a current OF cunning pur-
pose First. there was Grenier. away In
the North. robbing a dead man and
plotting desolatiou TO some girl He
must be dealt with
Then he, the slayer. must be slain,
and by his own hand He would spare
his sons as much pain as might be with
in his power.
He would not merely disappear, lesv-
ing them dubious and distressed No.
They must know ne was dead, not BY
suicide but by accident. They would
mourn his wretched memory Better
that than alive with the abiding grief
Of the knowing that he vas Philip An
sons murderer.
He was quite sure now that the dead
would arts, and call for vengeance II
he dared to continue TO exist. Yes, thai
was ia lie for a life--e prayer that
his deeds m Eht not bear fruit in his
chndren--and then death. speedy, Ger
tain death
Some reference TO the future made by
Willie, the younger. who favored hts
mother more than the outspoken John,
gave Mason an opportunity to pave the
way for the coming separation.
Il don't want YOU two lads TO make
any great changes on my account" he
said slowly 1T Is far from my inten-
tiou 10 settle down here, and let all
your friends become aware that you
are supporting a ticket f-leave father.
Yes, I know You are good boys, and
IL won't be any moro pleasant for me
to-to live away from you, than Il would
be for ou-under-other conditions
be separated from me. Butt am In
earnest In this matter. I wifi stop here
tonight just to feel that l am under
the same roof as you II Is your roof,
not mine Long ago | lost the right to
provide you with a shelter Tomorrow
go away. l have some work TO do
lot Of work Il must be attended 70
at once. OF course, you will see me,
otter We can meet in the evening
go out together-but live herewith you
Il can't.
His sons never knew the effort that
his speech cost him He spoke with
such manifest hesitation that While,
who quickly interpreted the less pro-
nounced signs Of a mans thoughts,
winked a warning az his brother.
He said with an optic signal
A Horrible Dream.
Not a word now. John. Just leave
things as they are,
Under any ordinary conditions he
would be right He could never guess
the nature OF the chains that encir-
cled his father delivering him fet-
tered to the torture bound hand and
foot. body and soul.
a last they ali retired TO their
"A rooms, the boys to whisper kind
= ly plans FOR keeping their ia
Their prisoner again in their hands;
Mason to lie open-eyed, dry-eyed,
through the night. mourning for that
which might not be.
The rising sun dispelled the dark
plant oms that fitted before MS vision
He fell into ftful slumber, disturbed
by vivid dreams. once he was on a
storm-swept sea at night, on a sinking
ship. a ship with crew OF dead men,
and dead captain at the helm.
Driving onward through the raging
waves, he could feel the vessel settling
more surely, as she rushed into each
yawning caldron. Suddenly. through the
wreck OF dying spindrift he saw
smooth harbor, sheltered basin, in
which vessels rode in safety. There
were houses beyond with cheerful lights
and men and women were watching the
doomed craft from the firm security Of
the land
But. strain his eyes as he would he
could see no entrance to that harbor
naught save furious seas breaking over
relentless walls OF granite.
Even IN his dream he was not afraid.
He asked the captain. with an oath:
is there no way in"
And the captain turned corpselike eyes
toward him. Il was Philip Arson. The
dreamer uttered a Wild beasts howl,
and shrank away.
Then he awoke to find Willie standing
By his bedside with soothing words.
1t u all right. father. You we're dis
turbed in your sleep. Don't get UP yet.
1t is only S o'clock.
At that hour q policeman left mis- cot
taee in village on the Yorkshire coast.
and walked lelsurely toward the Grange
House
He traversed four miles OF rough
country, and the sun was hot, 50 he
did not hurry About half past six he
reached the farm. There were no signs
Of activity such as may be expected
in the country a that hour.
He examined three sides Of the build
ING carefulIy-the sea front was mac
cessible-snd waited many minutes be-
fore he knocked al the door There was
no answer. He knocked asain more