Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-22
Anna Katherine Green

early in the evening and for hours
afterward ! wandered like restless
spirit in and out OF those streets,
meeting no one / knew. not even my
brother, though he was wandering
about in very much the same manner
and with very much the same appre-
tensions.
The duplicity OF the woman be-
came very evident to me the next
morning. In my last interview with
her she had shown no relenting In
her purpose toward me, but when |
entered my office after this restless
night in the streets, / found lying on
my desk her little handbag, which
had been sent down from Mrs. Park
er's. In It was the letter. Just as you
OWNED. Miss Butterworth. had
hardly got over the shock of this
most unexpected good fortune when
the news came that a woman had
been found dead in my fathers house.
What was ! to think? That was she,
of course, and that my brother had
been the man to let her in there
ended, Il make no demands upon you,
as have made no demands upon the
police, to keep the secret contained
in that letter from my much abused
brother Or rather ii is too late
now to keep it, for / have told him
all there was to tell, myself. and he
has seen fit to overlook my fault, and
TO regard me with even more affection
! than he did before this dreadful
, tragedy came to harrow up our lives"
Do you wonder like Franklin Van
Burnam?
OF Miss Althorpe ! can not trust
myself to speak. She was, and is,
the finest woman / know. and when
the great shadow now hanging over
her has lost some of its impenetra-
Dillty she Will be a useful one again,
or | do not rightly read the patient
smile which makes her face so beau
tiful in its sadness.
Olive Randolph has, at my request,
| taken up her abode in my house. The
charm which she seems to have ex-
erted over others she has exerted
over me, and I doubt IL l shall ever
wish to part with her again. In re-
turn she gives me an affection which
| am now getting old enough to, APP
preciate. Her feeling for me and her
gratitude to Miss Althorpe are the
only treasures left her out of the
wreck of her life, and IL shall be my
business to make them lasting ones.
The fate of Randolph Stone is too
well known for me to enlarge upon
| IL. But before / bid farewell to his
name l must say that after that curt
confession of his. yes. did it, in the
way and for the motive she alleged"
| have often tried TO imagine the con-
Trajectory feelings with which he
must have listened to the facts as
they came out at the inquest, and
convinced, as he had every reason
] to be, that the victim was his wife,
heard his friend Howard not only ac-
cept her for his, but insist that he
was the man who accompanied her to
that house OF death He has never
| lifted the veil from those hours, and
never viii. but l would give much of
\ the piece Of my mind which has late
| ly come to me to know what his sem
sations were, not only at that time.
| but when, on the evening after the
murder, he opened the papers and
read that the woman whom he had
/, left for dead with her brain pierced
| by a hatpin had been found on the
same floor crushed under a fallen
cabinet; and what explanation he
was ever able to make to himself foe
a fact so ineXplicable.
THE END.
Copyright. 1897, by Anna r. Rohlfs.
Publishers, G. p Putnam's Sons,
New York and London.)