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

the bell
General Leonidas Wool; Miss Zen
ubie Wool. why it's the General"
exclaimed Nine. Duvallon. How de-
lightful."
Something very Ike a sroan es-
capped the lips OF NJ. Cornailac.
Ienobie-here!" he painted under
o.s breath. But he held his ground
He saw Ienobie. his pretty music
teacher enter on the arm OF her
stately uncle. the General. lie saw
t'" General greet his mother !n-lav.
Nine Duvallon. with the cordially OF
an old friend; and. as a last guilio-
iinc-drop Ia the reign OF terror he
saw Ieuohie su4denly clasped in the
arms OF Mrs. Buttin
Listen exclaimed Mrs Buttin to
the others, It's Zenobie Wool Who
went 10 college with me. See"
Hector could not see. but he lis
tened. and in a moment he had TO
face the introduction.
Zenobie uttered a little cry Of de-
light.
why. julius. isn't this charming
Ina This Is 81. Cornallac, my fance,
shc said 10 Mrs Buttin.
In deed"
And under the eyes OF his wife and
his other-in-law, Hector was intro
duced to the General as Zenobie's fu-
tule spouse.
CHAPTER III.
Almost fainting from the strain Of
his predIcament he found himself at
last alone in the library with Mr..
Ruttin The others had gone to the
art gallery.
, overcome by a sudden impulse OF
sheer terror Hector boited for the
door His only thought was 10 get
ont Of That house-his house-and
hide forever He might have done it.
for Ruttin 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 ana sit down wincing with pain.
"Buttiu: he cried, "Buttin. I'm lost.
I'm not Cornaillac; I'm Borisart; and
I've got wives present and future un-
der one rodf. 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 dislOcated pa
tella" said Buttin. examining'the leg.
Never mind that; get my clothes
quick"
Buttin dashed away. Mrs Buttln,
Nine Duyallon and Mrs. Borisart
came into the library.
DO you believe a word Of that
story demanded Nine. Duvallon
"Oh. | can't doubt Hector said
Eugene He was always so devoted
to his stoves"
HE was always a furtive- eyed ras-
cat said Mime. Duvaiion.
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 he two men at once"
II 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 where 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, 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 cnslaVed my muse To sordid
There was a sound from behind tho
screen that made Robin arise hastily
from his suppHant knees. NlrS. 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. lie 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 lie 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 VOL.
The patella had been jtrkcd back into
place by the kick.
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