Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-22
roDAy's INSTALLMENT.

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7oDAY's INsTALLMENT.
o., ,r,nted the author. turning on
-. , savage glare. Howell backed
:, holding up both hands.
m sse if Miss Baker is strong enough
-. 70 vou," offered Miss Towne, ris-
,.u.,o enough" exclaimed Mr.. Claver-
,.-,tablv. "Oh, she's been sick? l
!. rant any ailing woman, 1 had one.
..r IA get to an exciting place in my
tor she'd have to stop and take a
c.,,an,t have blamed her if she'd
Ur ,oison." declared Howell with feel
I'm let her know you are here. said
il rowre hastily, and made for the
r -akinu His Exercise.
an ripht-all right" grunted Mr..
..i,g Tell her it's hard work--no
If and little sleep. l never sleep!
u,otber never slept, my father never
! ouau nodded solemnly.
h oon see why-they had you on their
rds" - ,,s
LING replv. but just then the clock
FAX He quickly put his cane on Miss
rrss desk and began going through
y ca,isthenics, explaining that it kept
h,ooa in circulation and nouriShed the
,Tyerv little movement has a meaning
Tie oU-n." chanted Howell, softly,
,nont sing that-d--n it," stormed Mr..
.vering regaining possession Of his
|. without which he seemed to be
'gne.tied. II hate grand opera
The next act of our bill" announced
usIl loudly, will be the Diving Dill
lMe"
h Clavering withdrew from the I'M
bal contest by turning his back on his
pnenter. This maneuver brought him
! to face with Mr.. Christopher, who
retired to his desk, from which Sc
re position he was enjoying himself
gely
'You run this refuge, do you?" snarled
author
Yes" replied the superintendent,
Idly,
FRYING to make people better, eh?'
sered Mr. Clavering.
'Yes. that is our aim"
'Wen. you're wasting your time"
hin sorry you should think so" was
unruffed response.
why should you care what l Think"
Brled the author.
bic doesn't" interjected Howell
hats pOliteness.
4 call it lying" Mr.. Clavering growled.
but, my dear sir" the superintendent
gan
For Local Color.
b never had any use for churches or
ssions-or settlements" declared Mr.
lyering, except for local color. Either
makes good stuff for the scene of a
Istery story. wrote one once called
Cathedral Mystery In the opening
apter had the dead man lying on the
pr with green light from the stained
lss window on his face
Bowel contrived a mock shudder.
Wouldn'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
nself into a comparatively good humor,
hd don't you forget it; it was | that
lght the murderer after the police had
en up the chase. Marvellously inter-
ing thing-the pursuit of criminals.
Y Of romance and poetry-don't you
nk 500"
no, I don't" replied Mr. Christopher
'dedly
Then you're a fool" snapped Mr.
Neflng, Mr., Christopher gasped, and,
him disposed of, the author
hced about the room and discovered the
fessor
Hello Kaufman he cried, approach
MN Got that Spanish translation
me YETI"
Not quite, Mr.. Clavering," replied the
leSSoF' and his intimates at the Re-
would never have recognized his
,t I'm working on it now"
uooo Lord While you're digging out
io,asFaph | could write an encycIo-
/.
!. laKes time-it takes time" muir
red the professor.
I ,s, snapped his employer, land, by
~ : OF your nose, it takes rum! And
'., m're. Mr.. Christopher" he went on
,ea'LS suddenly. IF they'd put a set
by ooks in Police Headquarters and
ny ..e nluecoats read them, they'd
-. STo,lIie'hing about detective work!
. - i, We hnished with my works"-the
uumped violently on the fioor-"no
ao., Will be safe. They will show
,5o 1sn man can be caught. They will
p Iot sIea,est monument that any man
ri, ,s''. I'm the worlds greatest au-
wy on crime"
near applauded Howell, vo-