Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-15
The Thousandth Woman'--In Harper's Bazaar

this very minute--and l could Simply
never marry you,"
Toye accepted his fate with ready
resignation, little short of alacrity.
There was a CLEAN in his somber eyes,
and his blue chin came up with jerk.
That's talking," said he. Nov,
will you promise me never to marry
Cazalet?"
'Mr. Toye!"
"This is talking, too. It's not all
dog-in- the manger, either. 1 want
that promise a lot more than I want
the other. You needn't marry me,
Miss Blanche. but you mustn't marry
Cazalet"
81 want you to understand about
the steamer first" said Toye. She
waited Monday night in the Bay of
Naples, only sailed Tuesday morning,
only reached Genoa Wednesday morn
ing, and lay there 48 hours, as these
German boats do anyhow. That
brings us to Friday morning before
the Kaiser Fritz gets quit of Italy,
doesn't TT"
"Yes-I suppose so--do tell me
about Walter!"
HE was gone ashore Monday even
ing before l came aboard at Naples.
1 never saw him till he scrambled
aboard again Friday about the fifty
ninth minute OF the eleventh hour"
And you pretend to know where
he'd been?"
81 guess l do know"-and Toye
sighed as he raised his little book,
"CaZalet stepped on the train that left
Naples g. 50 Monday evening and off
the one timed to reach Charing Cross
1926 Wednesday,
THE day Of the m"
Yes. | never call it by the hardest
name myself; but it was 1870 We'd
nesday evening that Henry Craven
got his death blow somehow. Well,
Walter Cazalet left Charing Cross
again by the 9 o'clock that night, and
was back again aboard the Kaiser
Fritz on Friday morning-full of his
friends in Rome who didn't exist"
The notebook was put away with
every symptom Of relief.
II suppose you can prove what you
say?" said Blanche, in a voice as dull
as her unseeing eyes.
II have men to swear to him
ticket collectors, conductors, walters
on the restaurant car-all up and
down the line. / went over the same
ground on the same trains, so that
barber who claims to have taken off
his beard in Paris Thursday morning"
And then Blanche just said, Poor
--old-Sweep" as one talking to her
self. And Toye seized upon the words
as she had seized on nothing from
hi3 1,vo Won univ r,tv ,or tns fol-
low" he cried; for she was gazing at
the bearded photograph without a
sign of revulsion.
"Of course" she answered, hardly
attending.
Even though he killed this man
came across Europe to kill him."
You don't think it was deliberate
yourself, even if he did do it?"
But can you doubt that he did,"
cried Toye, quick to ignore the point
she had made, yet none the less sin
cerely convinced upon the other 81
guess you wouldn't if you heard some
OF the strange things he said to me on
the steamer. Why, it explains every
single thing he's done and left I'M
done. He'll strain every nerve to have
Scruton defended, but he won't see the
man he's defending; says himself he
can't face him!"
yes. He said so to me- said
Blanche. nodding in confirmation.
ITO YOU
Il didn't understand him"
But you've been seeing him all this
while?"
Every day." said Blanche, her soft
eyes filling suddenly; we've had the
time Of our lives!"
MY Cod" said Toye. "The time of
your life with man who's got an
other mans blood on his hands-and
that makes no difference to you'll"
The full lnstallnent of "The 1,0ooth
Woman" from which these excerpts
are taken, will be found in the cur
rent February number of Harper's
Bazaar.
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