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

the bell.
General Leonidas Wool; Miss Zen
obie Wool; why it's the Generall"
exclaimed Nine. Duvallon. How de-
lightful!"
Something very like a groan es-
capped the lips OF NJ. Cornailac.
"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 Zenohie sufdenly clasped in the
arms OF Mrs. Buttin.
Listen" exclaimed Mrs Ruttln to
the 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?
Ina, this is NJ. Cornaillac, my fiance,"
she said to Mrs. Buttin.
"In--deed,"
And under the eyes OF his wife and
his mother law, Hector/w was intro
duced to the General as Zenobe's flu
ture spouse.
CHAPTER III.
Almost falnting from the strain OF
his predicament he found himself at
last alone in the library with Mr..
Br'In. The others had gone to the
art gallery.
sheer terror, Hector bolted for the
door. His only thought was to get
oW 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 wincing with pain.
"Buttin," he cried, "Buttin I'm lost.
I'm not Cornaillac; I'm Borisart; and
I've got wives present and future un-
der one roof Buttin, save me-"
What can ! do?"
go to Paradise street-No. 246-
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"
NO, you've got a dlslocated pa
tella," said Buttin, examining the leg.
Never mind that; get my clothes
quick"
Buttin dashed away. Mrs. Buttin,
Nine. Duvalon 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 furtive-eyed ras-
cal" said Nine. Duvallon
Listen, there's something queer
about il. anyway" declared Mrs But
tin, Il never did believe Hector could
speak 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 in law
81 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 whore the miracles OF
rhyme that advertised Borisart's
stoves were concocted.
Madame" he said, would YOU like
to have me read you my latest effort
"a simple, unpretentious 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 sound from behind the
screen that made Robin arise hastily
from his suppliant 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 60 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 we'll
The patella had been jerked back into
place by the kick.