Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-11-22

Its me, governor. And I've got EXh1blt
| A."
"Really?" came the startled query. There
was a stir from within, the lock snapped
and the door opened
1--WE got a little friend here that want
you to -" Mallow paused inside the
threshold, his mouth fell open, he started in
| frank amazement. "SWeet spirits of nlter!"
| he gasped. what happened to you?"
81 was playing tag in the hall with some
other old men, and one of them struck me-"
you've been hit with safe, or some
! thing" Mallow declared. Evidences of
some blunt instrument, the newspapers
say; maybe a pair of chain longs"
Blunt and heavy, yes. Buddy Briskow
| and l had an argument"
"That big bum? Did he lay it on you
like that? Say, he's got the makings Of
champ"
pride impels me to state that he got the
worst of it. He is scarcely presentable,
while"
your side won?"
cit did. Now, where is the boy?"
He's outside" Without shifting his as
tonished gaze, Mallow raised his voice and
| cried, 'Hey, Bennie!" The door opened,
trim, diminutive figure entered "Bennie,
nit my friend, Colonel Gray"
The youngster, boy of indeterminate age,
advanced and shook hands. There was no
mistaking him; he was Margie Fulton's son
in size, in coloring, in features. II told Ben
age. And he's bright
1t required no clever analysis of the lad
to convince Gray that he was indeed bright,
as bright-and as hard-as a silver dollar.
He had a likeable face, or it would have
been likeable had it been in repose. 1t was
twitching now, and Gray said, with smile,
| go ahead and laugh, SON.
The urchin's lips parted in a wide grin,
and he spoke for the first time. did the
Germans do that?" The effect of his voice
was startling, for it was deep and husky;
it was the older mans turn to be astonished,
He could pass for fifteen on the street."
MalloW said, 'but when he talks chalk him
down for thirty-tve. How old are you, Benz"
Seventeen. What's the big idea, any
how" The question was directed impudent-
ly at the occupant of the divan. Did you
send all the way to Hot Springs to get guy
you can Hck?
Your mother is here in Dallas, my boy"
"Yeah?" There was a pause. elbows 1t
breaking for herr"
"Um-m, very well. thought she'd like
to see you"
Bennie cooked his head, he eyed the
speaker curiously, suspicously. Come
Clean" he rumbled. "Mallow said you could
use me-"
81 can. I will"
The boy shrugged. Cali right, sharkey
s'pose it'll come out, in time. Only remem-
Der, I've got twenty coming, win or LOSE
"Of course Gray waved toward the
Help yourself. Better make it twenty-five
Then wait outside, please. We will join you
in few minutes"
and don't make it thirty" Bennie's
travelling companion sharply cautioned.
When the door had closed, Gray gave
his friend certain instructions, after which
he limped to the telephone and called
Airline Montague. MAY I ask you to step
down to Buddy's' room?" he inquired, after
making himself known. oh it will be
a lOhf
a little talk But he couldn't see you
last night. He was quite i'll, really; I sat
up with him most OF" There was a
you. In five minutes, then"
When Ozark Briskow answered Gray's
request for admittance, he was deeply en-
barrassed to find Miss Montague also wait
ing; his stammered protest was INTERRUPTED
by her sharp inquiry:
what is the meaning of all this mys-
terry? He said you were too sick to see
PEI ..permtt mo 70 axn,.tn - ou.,, ,o..,
he closed the door behind them. "Buddv
and [ came to blows over you; you were
IN manner of speaking, an apple of dis
cord between us, and the melancholy re-
suits you behold. Jealousy of your charms.
was not my motive; T merely asked Buddv
to defer contemplated action. He re-
FUSED; insisted. Argument failed to bulge
either of us and"
inc young Womans sympathetic regard
OF Grays victim changed to a glare of hos
Illy as she turned upon the speaker,
crying: You brute! You ought to be ar
rested!" 10 q"
He asst me to wait Airline"
10 delay asking you a question which
l 1elt should be more seriously considered.
IN the absence of his family took it upon
myself to-"
See here" the woman demanded. what
nave you been telling Buddy about me?
tod MIN all there was to tell"
quite all? I fear you have not been
as frank as you Would have me believe,
That, in fact, explains my connection with
the affair" VAIN
We'll, spring the bad news" said Miss
Gray bowed Suppose we ignore the
early convent training and the Old Ken
lucky Home and agree that they are pleas
ant Hctlons, like the estate which you are
IN ID, such imminent danger of inheriting,
nose nose I'm sure you will admit, are en-
tlrely imaginary" Buddy Briskow's swollen
eye1os opened wider, his tumid lips parted,
ana an expression of surprise spread over
MS dropsical countenance
Buddy's. belief however, that vour
stage career was blasted and your vonnp
ne lad waste by scion of a rich New
YORK house should, in the interest of
truth, be corrected"
He knows I was married."
jockey" 0IIon' the
THAT is a-lie!"
Nor that the estimate Mr.. Fulton in
stead OF perishing upon the field of g1orv
uouSed the draft and is doing as we'll
as could be expected of a jockey who has
oceu ruIed Off every track in the country
anu IS now common gambler against