Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-01

| decently. But l want you to under
stand taht no petty personal feel
b has n0 doae me- me IS ho not Mhf0es { tRe
| injury you threaten to do my coun-
try is very grave. I ask you to be-
lieve that 1 speak the truth. 1t is II
the service of my country that have
acted Nothing matters to me except
nv countrys welfare. individuals
are nothing; the Fatherland every
thing. Will you give me back
my papers?"
owner"
Us that final?"
81 am sorry" she said.
A moment later the lights of
Orangeville came into distant view
| across the dark and rolling country.
CHAPTER XVI
| Scheherazade
At the Orangevil1e garage Neeland
stopped his car, put on his straw hat,
got out carrying suitcase and box,
entered the office, and turned over
the care of the machine to an en-
ploye with orders to drive it back to
Neeland's Mills the next morning.
| Then he leisurely returned to his
prisoner who had given him her name
as Use Dumont and who was stand
ing on the sidewalk beside the car.
'Well, Scheherazade," he SAID
smiling, teller of marvellous tales
1 don't quite believe yoor stories. bu;
they were extremely entertaining. so
| won't bowstring you or cut or your
unusually attractive mead! NO! On
| the contrary, l thank you for your
wonder-tales, and for not numbering
me. And, Furthermore, l bestow
upon you your liberty. Have you
sufficient cash to take you where you
desire to watt yourself?'
All the time her dark, unsm1l1ng
eyes remained fixed on him, calmly
unresponstve to his badinage.
I'm sorry L had to be rough with
you, scheherazade," he continued
'but when a young lady sews her
clothes full of papers which don't
| belong to her, what, l ask you, is
modest young man to do?"
She said nothing.
1T becomes necessary for that
modest young man to can his modes
| ty-and the young lady's. Is there
anything else he could do?" he re-
| peated gaily.
pers," she replied in a low voice. -,
I'm sorry, Scheherazade, but it
| isn't done in ultra-crooked circles.
| Are YOU sure you have enough money
| to go where destiny and booty call
you?''
swered drily.
"Then goodbye, Pearl of the Ha-
rem! Without rancor, 1 offer you
the hand that reluctantly chastened
they remained facing each other
preston was mischievously amused;
hers inscrutable. Then, as he pa
tiently and good-humoredly contin-
ued to offer her his hand, very slow
| ly she laid her own in it, still look
ing him directly in the eyes.
For what? For not shooting
me?"
I'm sorry for you, Mr.. Neeland.
You're only a boy, after all.
You know nothing. And you refuse
! to learn. I'm sorry. =.
| Goodbye"
Could I take you anywhere? To
| the Hotel Orange? I've time. The
station is across the street."
NO" she said
She walked leisurely along the
The next moment her trim and
graceful figure had disappeared.
With his heart still gay from the
nights excitement, and the drop of
/ Irish blood in him lively as cham
~, entered the stuffy station, bought
u ticket, and went out to the wooden
platform beside the rails.
Placing box and suitcase side by
side, he seated himself upon them
and lighted cigarette.
Here was an adventure! Whether
or not he understood it, here GER
tainly was real, story book ad-
venture at last. And he began to
entertain a little more respect for
those writer's Of romance who have
so persistently attempted to convince
~re to be, had anywhere and at
tailed in seeking them.
In his case, however, he had not
sought adventure. 1t had been
thrust upon him by cable.
And now the drop of Irish in him
gratefully responded. He was much
obliged to Fate for his evenings
entertainment; he modestly ventured
to hope for favors to come. And.
considering the coolly yelled threats
OF this young woman whom he had
treated with scant ceremony. he had
some reason to expect a sequel
to the nights adventure.
Sne, ne thought to himself had
nothing on Godiva-except a piano
Recollection of the absurd sttua.
ton melted his reprehensible merri-
ment to the, point of unrestrained
laughter; and he clasped his knees
ana rocked to and fro, where he
SAT on his suitcase, all alone under
the stars.
The midnight express was usua11v
from five to forty minutes late at
OrangeVille; but from there east If
MADE up time on the down orade
to Albany. @'0>
And now, as he sat watching. ia
away along the river side a star
came gliding into view around an
distant locomotive.
"A lew moments later he was in
ms drawing room, seated on the
cage OF the couch, his door locked
iine shade over the window look
n slss f On me corridor drawn down
train rushing through the starry
n1 ig on the down grade toward
He could not screen the corrido,
to Be snt too Short the but i shade
late, the corridor dark, all III the IL GUYS Mns
Ia Jams IN the car closed tightly over
the ,berths, and his privacy was M
likely to be disturbed. And when
e efe cor cond 1 had taken both tick
ING pOIlST naO brought him
a bottle of mineral water and zone
away ava he settled down with great
Neeland was in excellent humor
he had not the slightest inc1ina Hon
TO sleep. He sat on the side Of his
PED smoking, the olive-wood hoy
ylng open beside him, and its cur.
loqs contents revealed.
~ put now, as he carefully examined
the papers, photographs and draw
| HES. ne began, to take the affair a
li{tie more seriously. And the nos.
s11olllty of further trouble raised his
| alreadY high spirits and causnS IL ;. :