Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-12
Continued from Last Sunday.
CHAPTER V.
Copyr. ght. 1914, by the Star Company.
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n tFCihI VI ldlNt Qultis iiht lH' VAN"
~ that broods between storms, kept
all serene at the Marvin mansion
for week after the aeroplane catas-
trophe Little had been seen Of Harry,
who was busy with directors meetings
and visits TO the factories. Owen the
secretary. had read with alarm Of rumors
that some one had tempered with a wire
of the wrecked biplane. But if the
authorities were investigating he saw no
signs of it, and suspicion pointed no finger
at him
What puzzled aud worried Owen more
than anything else was his own mind and
behavior. Having no belief in the super
natural, he could not account for the
dream which had thrown him into
criminal partnership with Hicks. Hicks
had blackmailed him in the past, and there
was nobody he had feared and hated
more than this vulgar and diSreputable
racetrack man. Yet Hicks had appeared
to him in a dream, and Owen had promptly
done his bidding. involving himself in
what would probably turn out to be muir.
utI. 1 ne newspapers ltl'bi l'Nl tiiN 4 4 NiiNA
aviator as barely living from day to day
The secretary concluded that the dreams
and even Hicks knowledge OF them were
the result of his own morphine habit. He
cut down his doses of the drug to a mini
mum, and accordingly his nerves, deprived
of their narcotic. revenged themselves on
him Every feeling became abnormally
alert His sense Of touch perpetually tor
tured him by calling attention to his
clothes wherever they touched him.
No amount of scratching or shifting Of
position made him comfortable. The
crickets at night and the distant footing
Of automobiles annoyed him. 1t was even
necessary to stop his bedroom clock and
put his watch away 10 keep from counting
the ticks. The patterns III the rug and
the wall paper, and even the lines of the
furniture and of the trees and fences,
leased his tired eyes into eternal mean
ngless countngs and comparisons
owen suffered the torment of lost
soul, but at least he had no more dreams
illusions or spectral visitauons. Hicks
called him on the telephone once or twice
but the secretary refused TO talk with
him.
Pauline. too, had busy week Besides
her usual social activities, she rewrote and
finished her new story. Ii seemed to her
even better than the one accepted and
printed in the Cosmopolitan Magazine
This will surely be taken, Pauline
thought with a little sigh of regret, land
that means the end Of my year of adven.
lures. She had determined on this
course the night after the accident It
was after midnight, and Pauline, in bed
but wide awake was trying to marshal
the exciting recollections of the day into
the orderly mental procession that leads
10 sleep. Very family she heard what
sounded like the music Of distant man
oolin Pauline knew il was Harry. went
" the open window and looked down on
the dark lawn There he was playing
with a bit Of straw instead of pick that
his music might not disturb the sleepers
in the house His entire audience con
sisted Of Moses. the venerable coach dog,
who sat on his launches and meditated
profoundly
- How did YOU like that, Nose asked
Harry as he finished his tune.
Moses replied with a cavernous yawn
that ended in squeak, after which he
lay down.
Aw, now, Nose, if ism { as bad as al
that is it?' asked Harry IN a grieved
voice. Pauline heard the dull thud Of the
dog tail replying to the tone Of reproach