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

teacher, enter on the arm OF her
stately uncle, the General. He saw
the General greet his mother n-laW,
Nine. Duvallon, with the cordially Of
an old friend: and. as a last guillo-
iine-drOp in the reign of terror, he
saw Ienobie suddenly clasped in the
arms Of Mrs Buttin.
Listen" exclaimed Mrs. Buttin to
the others It's Zenobie Wool who
went to college with me. See2''
Hector could not see, but ne lis
tened and in a moment he had 10
face the Introduction.
Zenobie uttered a little cry Of de-
light
why. julius, isn't this charming
Ina, this Is NJ. Cornaillac my fance,'
She said 10 Mrs. Buttin
In deed"
And under the eyes OF his wife and
his mother-in-l law, Hector was intro
duced 10 the General as Zenobie's flu
ture spouse
CHAPTER III.
Almost fainting from the strain Of
his predIcament he found himself at
last alone IN the hbrary with Mr.
Buttln. 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
out Of that house-his house-and
hide forever. He might have done it,
for Buttin made no opposition; but
In the doorway Hectors foot caught
IN the rug and he Topped to the floor.
lie tried to get up and 20 on, but
he topped again His left leg was
useless. He could only hop to the
sofa and sit down wincing with pain.
"Buttn." he cried "Buttin, Pm lost.
I'm not Cornaillac! I'm Borisart; and
I've got wives present and future UNI
der one root. Buttin, save me"
what can | do?"
eco to Paradise street-No 246-
get my regular clothes and come back
here like the devil on wings First
put that screen around the sofaS
can't bulge; ] think I'm killed"
NO, you've got dislocated pa
tella," said Buttin. examining the leg.
Never mind that; get my clothes
quick"
Butun dashed away Mrs. Buttin,
Nine. Duvallon and Mrs Borisart
came into the library.
do you believe word of that
story" demanded Mime Duvallon.
Eugene. He was always so devoted
to his stoves"
lie was always a furtive- eyed ras-
cal, said Mime. Duvanon.
Listen, there's something queer
about it, anyway" declared Mrs. But
tin. Il 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"
II wonder where he went, said his
mother in 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 Borisart's
stoves We're concocted.
Madame" he said, would YOU like
to have me read you my latest effort
"a simple, uupretentious little thing
but"
no, Robin. ] am too tired for
poetry to-day"
Madame! You spuIn me always
Madame' DO you not see how you
crush the heart within me by your
coldness2 Have you not known that
was always in love with you-that
! have enslaVed my muse to sordid
stoves for the sake of being near to
ynu2 that -"
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