Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-05-01

said thoughtfully, as he folded up the papers.
"The fact is, mailed an advertisement to
the New York papers today 1 want to get
that theory of his It's the servants in the
house who know what is going on I've got
an idea that he'd stumble onto something
He'd searched for the revolver, and it wasn't
there. He went back and it was. All that
conflicting evidence, and against it, what?
That you'd run away"
But he saw that Dick was very tired and
even little Indifferent. He would be glad
to know that his hands were clean, but
against the intimation that Beverly Carlysle
had known more than she had disclosed, he
presented logged front of opposition.
After time Bassett put the papers away,
and essayed more general conversation, and
there he found himself met half way and
more. He began to get Dick as man, for
the first time, and as a strong man. He
watched his quiet, lined face, and surmised
behind it depths of tenderness and gentle
ness. No wonder the little Wheeler girl had
worshipped him.
It was settled that Dick was to spend the
night there, and such plans as he had Bas-
sett left until morning But while he was
unfolding the bed-lounge on which Dick was
to sleep, Dick opened a line of discussion
that cost the reporter an hour or two's sleep
before ne could suppress his irritation.
Il must have caused you considerable out
lay, one way and another" he said, II want
to defray that, Bassett, as soon as I've figured
out some way to get at my bank account"
Bassett jerked out pillow and thumped
it.
"Forget it." Then he grinned 'You can
fix that when you get your estate, old man,
Buy newspaper and let me run it!''
He bent over the davenport and put, the
pillow in place. "All you'll have to do is to
establish your identity. The institutions
that got it had to give bond. I hope you re
not too long for this bed
But he looked up at Dicks silence, to see
him looking at him with a faint air of amuse-
ment, over his pipe.
They're going to keep the money, Bas-
sett."
Bassett Strengthened and stared at him.
Don't be a damned fool" he protested.
cts your money. Don't tell me you're go
ing to give it to suffering humanity Take it,
give it away if you like but for Gods sake
don't shirk your job"
Dick got up and took a turn or two around
the room. Then, after an old habit, he went
to the window and stood looking out, but
seeing nothing.
otis not that, Bassett. I'm afraid of the
accursed thing. I might talk lot of rot
about wanting to work with my hands. I
wouldn't if I didn't have to, any more than
the next fellow. I might fool myself, too,
with thinking I could work better without
any money worries. But I've got to remem-
Der this. It took work to make q man Kf
me before, and it will take work to keep
me going the way 1 intend to go; if I get
my freedom"
Some time during the night Bassett saw
that the light was still burning by the daven-
port, and went in Dick was asleep with a
volume of Whitman open on his chest, and
Bassett saw what he had been reading
You broken resolutions, you racking angers,
| you short-lived ennuis:
All, think not you shall finally triumph, my
real self has yet to come forth
1t shall march forth over-mastering, till all
lie beneath me,
1t shall stand UP, teh soldier of unquestioned
victory.
Bassett took the book away and stood re-
reading the paragraph. For the first time
he sensed the struggles going on at that time
behind Dicks quiet face, and he wondered.
Unquestioned victory?" Was it possible?
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