Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-12-26
Chapter XXxVI1I.

[ was truly glad he'd told me. 1t
| proved I'd won his confidence and
respect.
After all-what else had I been
working for-all these months?
= May
How time flies! April passed
madly capricious and my life was as
full of tears and sunshine as the
month itself! The wonderfullest ad-
venture that ever happened to me, Of
it's kind, happened on the hills of
my return to the Greer house.
I'd written my letters to Mr.. Stone,
my agent out west, and settled my
self down for nice, quiet rest when
it began. '..'>'.s .<''+.
was out on the porch that cool
spring evening. 1t was very dark,
and L was screened by chairs, and O
dark cape 1 wore concealed me from
view.
1 know it was late. Scandalously
so for woman to be sitting out
alone in a small place like Rutlands.
| But I'm glad sat. iii. "...r
| It must have been II o'clock, when
TWO men came UP the walk, con-
versing in low tones They stopped
started away, saying, Now, don't
fail to be on time. We must rush
this thing through by a. m. Well
catch them with the nakin's. Old
Jason will get the surprise of his
| life, SO be on time A..
1 held by breath and cronched in
the porch seat, praying thev'd NOT
| discover my presence. I was sure
| oh
deputy.
I waited, hoping they'd go their
ways and not find me there!
They parted; one entered the house
the other returned elsewhere.
The thought .uppermost! in NV. mind
| was this:h I~had to warn Jason
| Swafford.
Whatever the outcome, he and his
son must go free!
stood up to form my plans.
Then, L heard the sound of a mo.
tor and recognized it as being DR.
Warren's new roadster, for. with the
coming OF. spring, he'd bought a
shiny, new car, and the old one
stood, several. hundred yards from
the mousse imam" old garage, waiting
to be sold. However, it was in good
4
| when roads We're muddy.
I crouched back in INV seat .na
waited for DR.. Warren to pass up TO
his room, Once I'd an impulse to
| stop him and beg that he carry nts
TO sWafford's. Then, I know he was
tired and slecDT.; il WQs a sI;,.,?a y
suggest it even! might land in the
clutches of the law myself; no sense
h
mire!
listened while he went upstairs.
knew he'd go right off to sleen
once ne hit the bed. He'd often said
he did that way.. e..
The moments drag like hours, and
even moments were precious. "a
lie and death matter" I'd say to
| myself. Because it would kill Jason's
wife.
I'd show the stuff 1 was made of.
I'd repay the debt 1 owed. Never
forget" my fother said it.
L figured Clarke Warren silent
was afraid to enter the house. so
barefooted, I glided, my long cape
snugly covering my white dress, out
into moonless night.
I couldn't decide which car tn
steal.
The new one would not be so ant
to fail me, it made less noise. had
a self-starter and I found DR.. War
| ren's flashlight on the seat.
Thoughtful mani" 1 laughed. To
myself, of course.
I hoped there was enough gas. He
generally kept enough for any emer-
gency, SO I figured there'd be plenty
for me now.
I was taking big chance. 1 had
to. 1t was the only way. After
all, the others would only think it
Clarke Warren for they were accus-
toned to him going any time of night
or day. If he heard me, I hoped
he'd think it wasn't his car and
snore on TRANQUILITY.
l started the thing. I'd not driven
in so long, but it would come back
! to me. I was sure of that! 1t
made an awful roar, like an exp1o-
/ sion, but I felt it jerk and throb
and then we moved on and away,
CHAPTER xgZTK
That little car and I got over
the ground. 1 hadn't figured on
punctures, nor blow-outs, nor the
usual car troubles. [ hadn't any
time to fool with minor details like
that. I stepped on 'er" and away