Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-01-28

beaten path and showed me an I'M
! expected treasure I'm no longer my
self. I am cold and afraid"
Randolph could feel that the speak
err was drawing away from the girl
ard a moment later his senses were
to surpass themselves in additional
divination. you are afraid of that
woman in me?' asked Miss Van Tel
lier softly. what about this one?"
And then it was that RandOlph's de-
ductive antennae quivered under their
burden Of Intelligence. He knew as
certainly as though he had faced
about that an adorable Madge, tender
| and wide-eyed, had slipped her bare
arms around Beacher Tremont's neck
and kissed him on the mouth
There was a long silence; then
came Trcmont's voice, thick and
strange ito the ear. "a moment ago."
it said Il was afraid for you; now
| I'm afraid for myself. I am like a
man who has carelessly dropped a
! lighted match and finds himself with
In the ring of a prairie fire. I can
! only wonder at my stupidity in think
ing of you in connection with a casual
possession and not as a consuming
flame. You see? Already you have
| burned through the thin crust of lies
that guards man from definite seizure
| by wOman-any woman"
Kiss me, Beacher," murmured the
girls voice as though his words had
swirled around and by her, leaving
her purpose untouched. Take me
and hold me carefully where no I'M
kind air can drive me from you. Take
all the women in income by one if
you must"
At that moment Mr.. Robert H. Ran
dolph, in the person Of Slim Hervey,
chauffeur, very nearly wrecked his
four-cylinder argosy with its burden
of three fates, still individually and
collectively indispensable to the con-
tinuity of this yarn. He missed the
ditch by a hairs breath, caught his
own with gasp, returned to the mid
die of the broad highway and fixed
his attention on 4 certainRery definite
matter with which it had been more
or less constantly concerned ever since
he had been directed to hit it up for
Greenwood.
The road to that well-knOwn hostel
~ was usefully devious and fares
were seldom worried as to how any
particular driver set out to find this
choicest of needles in the hay-stack of
the country inns that dot the land
scape Of Westchester and adjacent
counties as long as he brought the
search to a successful end somewhere
this side of the pangs of hunger,
Nevertheless, had not Mr. fremont,
himself a motorist of no mean expert
ence been completely absorbed by the
sudden discovery that he had his
right arm around an entirely new
world, he would have been struck in
evitably by two things. First. thate
this was certainly not any one of the
climbing roads to the Greenwood hO9
telry; second, that the man at the
WITCH hlitN lllDIt dbOuL iOSLlS MS way
in the vicinity of Manhattan and find
ing it again than did the combined
roadmaps of the United States and
its allies-supposing it TO have had
allies at the time. However, MIR. Ire
mont's absorption was not only abso-
lutte but continuous so that it held
him in its memorable grip fight up to
the moment of CHASTITY awakening and
even over the edge He was just say
ing, My darling, never fear. I'm
taking you to a place so quiet and so
guarded that this dream which you
have dressed in an unexpected glory
can flow on uubroken as long as we
are true 10 1t and to ourselves" when
the cab drew up at a solemn and ila-
pressiye portal.
Without leaving his seat. the cab
man reached back. Unmatched the door
and threw it open. Greenwood Gene
terry, sir" he barked.
The girl WAS first to grasp the
words, the time and the place. "Oh"
she gasped, and in the sound of her
cry Mr. Randolph could divine her
whole body suddenly stifrening to a
tense awakening and to the stabbing