Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-06-22

" for ladies'" She was leading
them back down the thick-carpeted
hall, She came to a door. There's
one thing you might be interested
in" She opened the door and it
appeared to be a back flight of steps
for the servants in the old days
when it had been residence.
Ruth started down the stairs and
they followed, past a door that evil
IDENTIFY opened on the parlor floor,
then down another flight that led
to the former basement.
Luscious odors of cooking smote
the nostri1s. They emerged back of
the reception hall through which
they bluffed the butler at the door.
Here was the kitchen, beautiful, a
gem of a. place. 1t did Georges
credit.
Ruth turned, opened another door
and disclosed a stairway down into
the cellar, in which a light was
burning. She started down and the
door closed behind them.
whats all this?" inquired Dick,
amazed, as he reached the foot of
the stairs and saw weights and ex-
ercisers on the walls on one side,
couple Of punching bags, heavy
mats, gloves, an ample handball
court, in fact quite complete little
gymnasium in the cellar, with a
very good ventilating device.
"Down the passageway, on either
side are showers and we're having
two steam rooms put in"
Ruth was, however, moving to-
ward the front Of the building. ST
suppose you've been wondering" she
said, where are the things you
usually find in a cellar" She paused
and opened door in the front, then
with twinkle added, 1.-THE heating
apparatus"
There was big, white-asbestosed
low-pressure boiler and row of
ash cans.
Dicks face fell and Ruth laughed
outright. THAT was a mean one,
Dick. Disappointed? I get you.
Well, as I was saying, the most in.
teresting part Of house nowadays
is the cellar!'
She winked and stood before a lit
tie iron door. "This must be what
you expected The vault only
this is built out under the sidewalk.
Now glotnt!"
She swung the door open. It was
dark and dank inside and cobwebby.
The light from the cellar did not
shed any ray into the vault. Ruth
held the door, smiling, gently took
Dicks arm and guided him in, then
Garrick.
Strike a match-if you want to
| see some good Stuff
Dick Struck a light.
But as he did so a rush Of air ex-
| tinguished it and back of them
| changed the iron door. There was a
grinding of bolt.
"ConTound it,! growled Garrick at
letting himself be trapped.
A gong began ringing, stridently.
1t seemed as if the very floor on
which they were was moving. There
was a metallic noise overhead. Gar.
rick looked up. 1t seemed as if the
earth was opening above them and
a glazing light pouring in.
He ran his hand up alongside and
over his head. There was a heavy
| iron bow, U-shaped but inverted.
| They were rising. The top Of the
U seemed to be parting iron doors
on either side.
Hang it!' growled Garrick. 1.-THE
ash liftr
Up the little elevator rose, the bell
still ringing to warn passersby on
the sidewalk, up to the street level
then stopped.
Back of them was the iron grill
Of the Inner Circle. Dick looked al
the fence, then at Guy and laughed
foolishly. They stepped off the lift
Slowly the platform began to sink
and as it did the pair Of holding iron
doors closed down over the u.
Just as they changed shut there
came a voice merrily from the
depths.
"You can't slide down my cellar
door!"