Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-12-30

tailed me on TINS case. Sn6 s
Il what? What is it you say?
don't get you!' he replied, wonder
ment in his Zones.
oh, listen now, I'm gald you de-
tailed me on this case. You sent
me out; you know, you-oh, DR.
Warren, if anybody misses your new
car and starts up rumpus-if any
! body wants to knoW-my friends
mean-want to know where L went
away to so suddenly without taking
trouble to say farewell, please ex.
plain that you sent me out here
you understand, OH
My new car he began.
Yes, and thanks so much for
your letting me use your new car
Be sure and tell any inquisitive souls
| that you knew that I used it; that
! YOU don. care! And, come right on
out, at once! 1 ran out of gas, too
| so long," and L snapped the receiver
| in place, before that bewildered, be-
witched had time to say more
When l returned to the room
| young Paul SWaford had disappear
ed, and 1 hid the roll of greenbacks
| where 1 felt il would be safe from
the officers keen eyes.
I was telling Mrs. Swaford how
to act; to pretend I'd been sent for,
if some one must know my affairs!
And, she must be ill-more so than
usual. And, if occasion demanded
she might faint away in a death-like
trance. AIS fair in love and war!
CHAPTER XII
Attribute it to the love of paying
old debts.
From affair." as l listened at the
door. I heard the faint sound of a
motor. Then silence. Evidently,
some one else was hiking also, leav-
ing the car by the roadside. We
waited.
1, playing role of nurse; the wom-
an just waiting, glad her man was
safely on his way The longer .he
time the sheriff and his men spent
in searching the woods, the longer
time had Jason to reach safety.
Somewhere, in the night, Clarke
Warren would be riding in that old
battle-scarred boat-riding, riding
to me!
Blu. the miles were many; the
road rough. And. the car might col
lapse! L shuddered. The moments
dragged on like hours. Then some
enc knocked, in very commanding
tones. ..
Slowly, I arose and went to the
door.
"Is that you, doctor?" my tone
fearless. [ knew it wasn't.
open the door We've come on
the laws business" a gruff voice
replied.
"Oh. who are you? Are you sure
you aren't a burglar?" I ventured.
Every moment Jason was further to
safety: his son had hidden some
where!
I'm just what I say. Open that
door"
1 obeyed.
He stepped in, followed by an
other.
please don't make any noise, gen.
tlemen, Mrs. Swaford is i'll and it's
my duty to see that she isn't unduly
excited" L began.
Who are your
I'm Mrs. Swami. You know I
nursed her some time ago. She's very
frail and is trying to gain strength
for her operation, you understand"
They respectfully agreed to keep
silent as possible, but they had to
90 their duty. They searched the
house.
And found nothing to help them
out in their quest for liquor.
where's Swaford?" they demand
ed to know. e..ga
81 don't know, sir" and I turned
my big, truthful eyes on him.
didn't know His Uifn didn't know
only he'd been gone long time.
They'd probably find him in Chicago
or New York, she said. Fancy it!
when did you see him last?" they
began, and L jumped up and FASTENED
over to Mrs. Swaford. and began rub
bling her with stimulants, camphor-
lied. and frantically I cried. "Oh!
now she's having one of her spells!
Gentlemen, fear you've over-excited
the poor woman, and she can't have
her operation"
She gasped, and struggled, while
[ rubbed her vigorously, keeping UP
my part of the game before agreed
Oh for use in case of emergency!
The two men stammered and apollo
sized, their red faces looked guiltily
at me, but I was too busy to notice.
Then, other men came up to the
door. Our bewildered guests took
themselves outside where I heard a
new voice saying, Hes gone! Clear
ed out. Why, somebody's warned
him; it's plain as the nose on your
face. The stuff's still warm; ashes
been watered. Queer doin's. Now,
who squealed.
[ held my breath.
Someone was saying, THAT nursin'
gal Tell me when did she come out
here?"
How'd she know anything?"
Search me, but some wimmens
mighty sharp these days. An some
know lots more'n they pear to
know. What's she to Swaford's
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