Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-23

And now yea will say, I ought to have gonA
And you are right, but would you have gone
yourself, especially as the hall was full Of peo-
pie WIFI did not belong there!
II you would, then condemn me for lingering
just fe minutes longer
The voices in the parlor were loud, but they
presently subsidized; and when the owner Of tho
house came out again he had a subdued look
which was as great contrast to his angry
aspect on entering as was the change had
observed in his son. He absorbed In
deed that he did not notice me, though stood
directly in his way.
Don't let Howard come" he was saying In a
thick, IL voice to his son. Keep Howard
away till we are sure"--
am confident that his son pressed his arm
at this point, for he stopped short and looked
about him n a blind and dazed way.
"Oh!" he calculated, in a tone Of great dis
pleasure This Is the woman who saw
Miss Butterworth, father" the anxious voice
of his son broke in. Don't try to talk; such
sight is enough to unnerve any man."
Eyes, yes" clustered the old gentleman, evi
IDENTIFY taking some hint from the others tone
or manner. But where are the girls? They
will be dead with terror If we don't relieve their
minds. They got the idea 1t was their brother
Howard who was hurt; and so did I, but It's
only wandering wah-some"-
It seemed as II he was not to be allowed to
finish any Of his sentences, for Franklin inter
rupted him at this point to ask him what he was
going to do with the girls. Certainly he could
not bring them in here
NO" answered the father, but in the dreamy.
inconsequential way of whose thoughts
were elsewhere. az suppose l shall have to
take them to some hotel
All, idea! I flushed as realized the op-
portuntty which had come to me and had to
wait moment not to speak with too much
eagerness.
Let me play the part OF a neignbor."
prayed, and accommodate the young ladies'
for the night. My house is near and quiet"
But the trouble 1t will involve" protested
Mr.. Franklin
els just what I need to aIlay my excite.
ment." l responded. 81 shall be glad to offer
them rooms for the night. If they are equally
glad to accept them
They must be-" the old gentleman declared
I cant go running round with them hunting
UP rooms tonight. Miss Butterworth Is very
good; go find the girls, Franklin; let me have
them off my mind, at least"
The young man bowed. I bowed. and was
slipping at last from my place by the stairs
when, for the third time. felt my dress
twitched.
Are you going to keep to that storyf"
voice whispered In my ear. About the young
man and woman coming in the night, you
know"
Keep to it," whispered back, recognizing
the scrub-woman who had sided I'D to me from
some unknown quarter in the semi-darkness
why, it's true. Why shouldn't keep to it?'
chuckle, difficult to describe but full OF
meaning, shook the arm Of the woman as she
pressed close to my side.
oh, you are good one," she said. Il didn't
know they made EN- good" And with an
other chuckle full of satisfaction and an odd
sort OF admiration had certainly not earned,
she slid away again into the darkness.
Certainly there something in this
wonan's attitude toward this affair which
merited attention.