Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-05-30
NINTH INrALMENT.

June and her old nurse had set forth
on their morning walk along the SANDS
and had paused at the rock 20 PICK out
site Tor the picnic lunch the girl had
planned Tor later in the day As they
sat in the sunshine, June pointed 10
1Ist-topped bOwlder, father tnshore, as
an ideal natural lunch table
They were about TO go over and IN
vestfgate il when a quick step Oenind
them in the sand made them turn. Max
Lamar was coming toward them Mary
shuddered. invOluntartly, and snrank
back. BUT June. with n smile OF gen
uine welcome. held out her hand IN greet
ING to him
suddenly. her arms still extended. and
before her fingers could touch his, she
exclaimed in quick sympathy.
You're hurt. You're badly hurt.
What is itg
Mary. at the girls alarmed exclama-
ton. glanced AT Lamar His right hand
was bandaged- His under lip was cut
There was a bTuise on his cheek These
were the only traces Of his midnight
conflict that a sound nights rest and
a Turkish bath had not been able. to
erase
What is itgr repeated June. anx-
iousIy. How are you hurt, Mr. Lamar?
Tell me-
That said Lamar lightly. as ne
held I'D his bandaged hand "Oh, that's
just little souvenir from your dear old
friend, Smiling sam Eagan-"
No gasped June, in fear
Yes" he answered her. And this
ornament on my lip is a token of one
OF his love pats"
Love pats echoed Mary. Lord,
sir, but I'd hate TO get an anger-slap
- TknW nrNn-n n
the mark on your cheek? Was that a
lovs-pat. too? Or. maybe, did he kiss
you there
NO" said Lamar. 1T was the side
OF the precipice that gave me- this kiss
on the cheek"
Tell me-" urged June.
Briefly-snd still treating the theme
IN Jest rather than seriOusness-NTsN
told her the story.
Last night. when this tramp took me
home" he ended, 81 was so ratified l
let him get away without half thank
ing him. I wish I'd forced some money
on him whether he would take il or
not This morning telephoned you, but
your Jap butler said you had gone to
the sands. So set out TO find you. and
a. the same time 10 try TO hunt up the
tramp He said something about living
In a shack al the lower end Of the
beach. But there are a dozen such shacks
scattered all along the shore and"
rs he slender and little and pale?'
asked June. ''and is he raising beard?''
Why. yes. Do you know him.
NO. But as soon as you spoke of
his living in a shack 1 remembered. /
saw just such a man coming out OF an
old. tumbledown shanty yesterday
shanty about a quarter-mile from here,
beyond that point OF land where the
cliffs run out close to the shore. I'll
show you the way"
I'll be ever so much obliged. For
I want 10 try 10 square myself with
htm-as nearly as ! can. Besides, he
puzzles me. He seems TO be a tramp.
But his voice and his language and his
= bearing are not a hO5o's- And-and the
fellows face. somehow. is familiar TO
me. though. for the life Of me. can't
place him
Excuse me. Mr.. Lamar" said a voice
behind Max. They told US at the no
tel that you'd started for the beach
May we interrupt you for a minute?"
Lamar got up from the rock. gIancing
not oveTfTiendly at the two men who
had broken in on his talk. Then as he
recognized the interlopers mis- face clear
ed
Hello. Boyle he said. cordially
Hello. Jacobs. Miss Travis, will YOU
excuse me? I shan't be long. I'll bt
back in FIVE minutes"
He moved away. the two detective.
walking one on either side of him. WheT
the trio were out of earshou from tbs
women On the rock. Jacobs began:
Sorry 10 butt in. Mr.. Lamar. Chief:
orders. Here's a letter from him. II
YOU don't want 90 read all OF II, III
give you the gist now. We're dowI
here looking for Charles GOrdOn-yoJ
remember? The lawyer who embezzleS
s75.O worth of Farwell corporation Sc
curities and then got away from a cou
pie of our men Well we've traced hin
down here. Got a pretty good line OF
him. too. And we've run down TO gather
him On. Chief wants TO know IL you'll
help us out Not that there's any need
Eut-