Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-07-04
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last fight
He was stone dead before the first
gaping attendant could reach the street
and bend above him.
Among those who gathered around
the shapeless heap was Max Lamar
who, returning from June's home, had
decided to stop at the hospital for a
word with the prisoner The word was
never spoken.
The patrolman, recognizing Lamar
FASTENED to tell him the tale of the
battle; emitting merely his own impris-
onment in the closet.
1.-The chief had just been here, too >
finished the officer. Sam had sent
for him. Told him about the Red
Circle woman and"
Max waited to hear no more. Leav'
ing the policeman in the middle of q
| sentence he set off at a swinging stride
for the Travis home. Clearly, no time
was to be lost.
Mary had persuaded June to leave
the library where everything spoke sc
eloquently of the bitter scene with La
mar. The nurse had led the weeping
girl out into the garden. There, seat
ed beside her on a light rustic bench
Mary was trying vainly to comfort her
And there Mrs. Travis Joined them
eager to talk over the capture of Sam
and to ask what Lamar had had to say
! to June in the library. She attributed
| the girls tears to excitement and re
action after the fight in the hall above
| Mary, as best she could, sought to save
| June from answering the torrent Of
/ questions and to turn the tide of Mrs
| Travis conversation. Presently some
Yama was ushering two mel int
| the garden June recognized them al
/ Chief Allen and Farwell. And her heart
stood still. Yet, Strengthening herself
she forced a careless smile to hel
white lips, and stepped forward to greet
the visitors.
Good day, Miss Travis" began thu
chief, awkwardly holding out his hane
as he spoke. You'll excuse US for In
| truding won't you, You see, We
He paused. June had accepted HI:
proffered hand. He held her fingers II
his for a moment peering down at the
back of the little hand that lay IN hl'
own. Farweu also stared wolfishly a
| her hand.
| But no circle rewarded their keen ex
animation. The back of June's hane
was white and unmarked. FROM mel
right hand they glanced at her left
That, too, was spotless. The two guests
| looked blankly at each other.
What can 1 do for you, chief?" asked
June, struggling to keep her voice
steady and pretending not to notice the
double inspection of her hands.
Well" stammered the chief. woe
fully at ease, you see, it's this way
Miss Travis: Smiling Sam EagaT
wanted me to see you about-aoout the
Red Circle"
I'm afraid l can't be of very much
help to you," answered the girl, I've
heard Mr.. Lamar speak about the Rec
Circle, of course, and 1 read something
about it, 1 think, in one of the papers
but that's really all l know. What dl'
poor Sam think l."
Look shouted Farwell, in savage
glee. look there, chief! Look!'
When Allen had released June's righ
hand the girl had allowed it to drop
carelessly, on the back of the bench
Earwen was pointing. excitedly. at 1t
The chiefs gaze followed the direction
of the stubby foreinger.
June, with a cry, thrust her hand be
hind her. But not before both mer
had seen the Red Circle begin to CLEAN
through the soft whiteness of its flesh
THE Red Circles" exclaimed Chiei
Allen.
He took a step toward the girl. Hel
nerve going to pieces, she screamed anc
fled into the house. At the chiefs nexi