Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-22
- 7. W. M'CoNAUGHY,
lob, 1918. by The Evening Journal
fT's"" publishing Company.
roDAY's INSTALLMENT.

FODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
4 %, a-rnted the author, turning on
Prtb a savage glare. Howell backed
II holding up both hands.
4, 600 If Miss Baker is strong enough
In to you, offered Miss Towne' ris-
80 srough!" exclaimed Mr.. Claver-
F,r,,ab.v "oh, she's been sick? I
j, want any ailing woman. l had one.
!. =. ia get to an exciting place in my
i ZION she'd have to stop and take a
,s,.r have blamed her If she'd
Il nolsou." declared Howell with feel
II, Ia, her know you are here said
4 royne hastily, and made for the
4 Taking His Exercise.
H. rlght-all right! grunted Mr.
- Tell her it's hard work-no
4 o~ and little sleep. 1 never sleep!
mother never slept, my father never
fo,rsll nodded solemnly.
,an see why-they had you on their
I. cqavering gathered himself for
[,,rg reply, but just then the clock
IL He quickly put his cane on Miss
- desk and began going through
I a caI9sthenics, explaining that 1t kept
49, IN circulation and nourished the
@@r,ery little movement has meaning
r. own" chanted Howell. softly.
r. sing that-d-n it," stormed Mr..
.ror,nr regainlng possession of his
n without which he seemed TO be
H. tied. u hate grand OPERA
STba next act of our BILL" announced
peu loudly will be the Diving Dill
ekle"
IN CIavering withdrew from the un-
Ia contest by turning his back on his
nenter This maneuver brought him
n n face with Mr.. Christopher, who
1 retired to his desk, from which Sc
Il position he was enjoying himself
sely
FYou run this refuge, do your" snarled
i author.
eYes" replied the superintendent,
adly.
6rrying to make people better, eh?"
sered Mr.. Ciavering.
RYes. that is our aim"
A'welI. you're wasting your time.
I'm sorry you should think So was
4 unrlfSled response.
@Why should you care what l Think
Ared me author.
bic Doesn't interjected Howell.
Mats politeness."
n call It lying" Mr. C1avering growled.
fBut my dear SIR the superintendent
gar
For Local Color.
n never had any use for churches or
|ksions-or settlements, declared Mr.
hyering, except for local color. Either
u makes good stuff for the scene of
8stery story. I wpote one once called
Il Cathedral Mystery IN the opening
Rpter had the dead man lying on the
,Rr with green light from the stained
De window on his face"
Howell contrived mock sfndd al
'Eouldn't that make cold chil1s run UP
IL hump Of camel?'
1.-THE story was based on the murder
tia Catholic priest about eight years
n continued Mr. Clavering, talking
nself into comparatively good humor,
ID don't you forget it; 1t was I that
Nght the murderer after the police had
Zen up the chase Marvellously inter-
#ng thing-the pursuit of criminals!
NJ Of romance and poetry-don't you
|nk so?"
~ I don't, replied Mr. Christopher
1eldedly.
Then you're a fool!'' snapped Mr..
#Fering. Mr. Christopher gasped, and,
Rsidering him disposed of, the author
*pced about the room and discovered the
lefessor
@hello Kaufman he cried, approach
p him. Got that Spanish translation
II me YETI"
TO quite, Mr.. Clavering," replied the
'1esSor, and his intimates at the Re
'iNNCI llbfS ISCOSlilLtu lllp
~ I'm working on it now
Pood Lord, While you're digging out
1afagraph | could write an encyclo-
~ takes time--it takes time" muir
'Rfed the professor.
-, snapped HIS employer, land, by
s. look Of your nose. it takes rum. And
q mere Mr. Christopher he went on
- suddenly. IF they'd put a set
Il. DOCKS in Police Headquarters and
me bIuecoats read them. they'd
4 something about detective work
ii We finished with my works the
u ynuhped violently on the floor no
'I'9l viii be safe. They will show
~ eoeh man can be caught. They will
g. " greatest monument that any man
<. ,s'I' I'm the worlds greatest au-
~ on crime"
'e"'. heart applauded Howell, vo.