Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-30
WITHIN THE LAW
4 POWertul Story Of Adoentlue Intrigue and Lore

lSttNN 'ilal lay ptlill4 lHt SnOOllHS
of Griggs.
Garson's reply was explicit.
Never till that very minute. Then
learned the truth about what he'd
framed up with you" The speakers
voice reverted to its former herceness
in recollection of the treaChery of one
whom he had trusted.
He was a stool pigeon. and I hated
his guts That's all" he concluded,
with brutal candor.
The Inspector moved restlessly i'm
his chair. He had only detestation
for the slain man, yet there was
something morbidly distasteful in the
thought that he himself had contrfved
the situation which had resulted i'm
the murder of his confederate. 1t was
only by an effort that he shook off
the vague feeling of guilt
Nothing else to say he inquired
Carson reflected for a few seconds
then made a gesture Of negation.
Nothing else" he declared 81
croaked him, and I'm glad / done it.
He was a skunk. That's all. and
it's enough. And it's all true, so
help me Cod"
The Inspector nodded dismissal to
the stenographer with an air Of re-
lief
THAT'S all Williams" he said.
heavily. Hell sign it as soon as
you've Transcribed the notes"
Then, as the stenOgrapher left the
room, Burke turned his gaze on the
woman. who stood there in a posture
of complete detection, her white an
guished face downCast There was
triumph in the inspectors voice as
he addressed her, for his professional
pride was fulfilled by this victory
over his foes. But there was, too,
an undertone of a feeling softer than
pride, more generous, something akin
to real commiseration for this UNI
happy girl who dropped before him.
suffering so poignantly in the knowl-
edge Of the fate that awaited the
man who had saved her, who had
loved her SO unselfishly.
Carson S Eyes Clouded.
Young woman" Burke said brisk
~. its just like l told you. You
can't beat the law. Carson thought
he could-and now-,s He broke
off with a wave of his hand toward
the man who had just sentenced him
SEW to death in the electric chair.
That's right" Carson agreed, with
somber Intensity. His eyes were
grown clouded again now, and his
voice dragged leaden. That's right.
Mary" he repeated, duly. after a lit
tie pause. You can't beat the law"
There followed a period Of silence.
in which great emotions were vibrant
from heart to heart. Carson was
thinking Of Mary. and, with the
thought into his misery Crept a lit
tie comfort. At least she would go
free. That had been in the bargain
with Burke. And there was the boy.
too. His eyes shot single swift
glance toward Dick Glider, and his
satisfaction increased as he noted
the alert poise of the young mans
body, the strained expression Of the
strong face. the gaze of absorbed
yearning with which he regarded
Mary. There could be no doubt con-
corning the depth of the lads love
for the girl Moreover, there were
manly qualities in him to work out
all things needful for her protection
through life. Already he had proved
his devotion. and that abundantly.
his answering fidelity 70 her and
the force within him that made these
worthy il some measure Of her.
Carson felt no least pang of ieal-
ousy. Though he loved the woman
with the single love Of his life, he
llelh level somehow llbDttl dUEIll IOl
himself There was even something
almost of the paternal in the purity
Of his love, as it, indeed, by the fact
of restoring her to life he had taken
on himself the responsibility Of a
parent. He knew that the boy wor-
SHIPPED her, would do his best for her.
that this best would suffice for her
happiness in time. Carson. with the
instinct of love, guessed that Mary
had in truth given her heart all un-
aware to the husband whom she had
first lured only for the lust Of re-
venge. Carson nodded his head in a
melancholy satisfaction. His life
was done; hers was just beginning,
now. But she would remem-
Der him-oh, yes, always, Mary was
loyal
The man checked the trend of his
thoughts by a mighty effort Of will
He must not grow maudlin here. He
spoke again to Mary with a certain
dignity.
He Hesitated a Little.
NO. you can't beat the lawl" He