Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-20

the bell
General Leonidas Wool; Miss Zen :
obie Wool; why it's the General"
exclaimed Nine. Duyallon. How de-
lightful!"
! Something very like groan es-
| capped the lips OF NJ. Cornaillac.
| "Zenobie-here!" he painted under
his breath. But he held his ground.
He saw Zenobie, his pretty music
teacher, enter on the arm OF her
stately uncle, the General. He saw
the General greet his mother-in-law.
| Nine. Duvallon, with the cerdiality OF
an old friend; and. as a last guillo-
tine drop in the reign of terror. he
saw Zenobie suddenly clasped in the
arms OF Mrs. Buttin.
Listen" exclaimed Mrs. Buttin to
tho others. It's Zenobie Wool who
went to college with me. See?"
Hector could not see, but he lis
tened; and in a moment he had to
face the introduction.
Zenobie uttered little cry OF de-
light.
why. Julius! isn't this charming?
| lima, this is NJ. Cornaillac, my fiance,'
she said to Mrs. Buttin
"In--deed!"
And under the eyes OF his wife and
| his mother in law, HectoTwas intro
duced to the General as Zenobies flu
ture spouse.
CHAPTER III.
Almost fainting from the strain OF
his predicament he found himself at
last alone In the library with Mr..
BuTtin. The others had gone to the
art gallery.
Overcome by sudden impulse OF
sheer terror, Hector bolted for the
door His only thought was to get
DOT OF that house-his house-and
hide forever. He might have done It.
for Buttin made no opposition; but
in the doorway Hector's foot caught
in the rug and he Topped to the floor
He tried to get up and go on, but
he Topped again. His left leg was
useless. He could only hop to the
sofa and sit down wlncing with pain.
"Buttin," he cried. "Buttin, I'm lost.
I'm not Cornaillac; I'm Borisart; and
I've got wives present and future I'M
der one roof. Buttin, save me-"
What can l do?"
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get my regular clothes and come back
here like the devil on wings First
put that screen around the sofa; ]
can't bulge; | think I'm killed"
mo, you've got a dislocated pa
tella," said Buttin, examining the leg.
Never mind that, get my clothes
quick"
Buttin dashed away. Mrs Buttin,
Nine. Duvallon and Mrs. Borisart
came into the library.
do you believe a word OF that
story?" demanded Nine. DuvallOn.
"Oh, l can't doubt Hector" said
Eugene. He was always so devoted
to his stoves"
He was always a furtlve-eyed ras-
cal. said Nine. Duvallon.
Listen, there's something queer
about 1t, anyway" declared Mrs. But
tin II never did believe Hector could
speak a word of truth, of course, but
| didn't think he had brains enough
to be two men at once"
81 wonder where he went" said his
mother law
Il wonder" groaned Hector to
himself behind the screen.
Mrs. Buttin and Nine. Duvallon
went out and Eugene sank into a
chair by the table.
Robin, the poet, entered from his
private den where the miracles of
rhyme that advertised Borlsart's
stoves were concocted
Madame" he said would you Ike
to have me read you my latest effort
"a simple, unpretentlous little thing,
but"
NO, Robin, I am too tired for
poetry to- day"
Madame! You spurn me always.
Madame! DO you not see how you
crush the heart within me by your
GOODNESS? Have you not known that
was always in love with you-that
have enslaved my muse to sordid
There was a sound from behind the
screen that made Robin arise hastily
from his suppiant knees Mrs Bori-
sart did not hear the noise. for she
was fleeing from the room.
The screen fell over and Hector.
forgetting his bad leg, made one lunge
at his advertising poet. He caught
him by the collar, thrust him at
arms length, let him go and kicked
him with all his strength
AS Robin shot through the door
Hector fell to the floor He mad
kicked with the bad leg But he knew
he must get back To the sofa, and he
scrambled up. To his amazement he
found he could walk perfectly well.
The patella had been jerked back into
place by the kick
CHAPTER V.
Buttin came back breathless.