Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-28
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT
-.sAi, 1904. by Edward ]. clode.)

If they knew the toast that Jockey
Mason had pledged so readily they
would have better grasped the truth of
this unfavorable diagnosis of his char
acter.
Ten years penal servitude, four
years police supervision, my wife dead
and my children lost, all through a
smack on the head given me by Philip
Anson," he communed. Here's to get
ting even with him!'
1t was a strange outcome of his long
Imprisonment that the man should have
acquired a fair degree of culture. He
was compelled to learn in jail, to GER
tain extent, and reading soon became
a pleasure to him. Moreover, he picked
up an acquaintance with smooth
spoken mate of the swell mobsman and
long firm order-a dandy who strove to
be elegant even in convict garb. Ma
sons great strength and indomltaole
courage appealed to the more artistic
if more effeminate rogue: once the Dig
man saved his comrades life when they
were at work in the quarries.
The influence was mutual. They
vowed lasting friendship. Victor Gre
ner was released six months before
Mason, and the latter now crossed the
river again to an address where he
would probably receive some news OF
his professed alys whereabouts.
Greniers name was impaired under
inviolable confidence as that which ne
would adopt after his release. His real
name, by which he was convicted, was
something far less aristocratic.
Philips driver, being of the peculiar
type of Londoner which seems to be
created to occupy the dicky of a ham
som, did not take his master down Park
lane, along Piccadilly, and so to Pan
Mall. He loved corners. Give him the
remotest chance of following a zigzag
course, and he would follow 1t in pref
erence to route with all the directions
of a Roman road.
Thus it happened, as he spun round
Carlos place into Berkeley square, ne
nearly collided with another vehicle
which dasked into the square from Da-
vies street.
Both horses pulled up with a jerk,
there was a sharp fusillade of what
cabmen call "langwidge," and the other
hanson drove on, having the best OF
the strategical position by a stolen
yard.
Philip lifted the trap door.
Has he a fare, Wale?
Eyes. sir, a lydy."
"Oh. Leave him alone, then. Other
wise | would have liked to see you ride
him off at the corner of Bruton street.
vale who was choleric, replied with
such force that Philip tried to say
sternly
stop that swearing, Vale.
BEG pawdon, sir; I'm sure, but !
wouldn't ha' minded If it wasn't my
own old keb Didn't you spot it?'
You don't tell me so. How odd!'
And TO think of brewers drayman
like that gettin old Of it. well
VALE put the lid on in case his EN-
nlover might hear any more of his SEN
timents.
Philip, leaning back to laugh, for
Wales vocabulary was amusing, II not
fit for publication, suddenly realized the
queer trick that even the events In the
life of an individual have of repeating
themselves.
In one day, after an interval of many
wears, he had been suddenly confronted
by personages connected with the pc
riod of his sufferings. with the very gar
ments he wore at that time, with the
cab in which he drove from ClerkenWeli
to Hatton Garden. Abingdon had sent
him a message; his driver, eVen' was
the cabman who made him present of
two shillngs, a most fortunate transac-
ton for Vale, as it led TO his selection
to look after Philips London stable.
All who had befriended the forlorn boy
in those early days had benefited to an
extraordinary degree. The coffee-stall
keeper who gave him coffee grounds
and crusts, the old clothes man who
cut down the price of his first outfit,
Mrs Wrigley, going hopelessly to her
toll in a. Shepherds Bush laundry; Mr..
Wilson, of Grant & Sons, the kindly
jeweler of Ludgate Hill, were each
sought out, and either placed in a good
business or bounteously rewarded for
the services they had rendered. O'Brien,
of course, was found a siucure office
at the Mary Arson Home.
AS for the doctor, he owed his Harley
street practice to the millionaire's help
and patronage.
1t is worthy of note that Philip never
wore watch other than that pre-
L; ~ h. 90 20
Whitechapel Division.
1t was an ordinary English silver
lever and he carried it attached to a
knotted bootlace.
Did he but know how far the histori-
cal parallel had gone that day--how