Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-10-20

| thing he said, or did couldn't make out
precisely. [ found her in dreadful state,
and I tried to comfort her. I did really, but
oh! If you could have heard her! Where
she learned such language 1 don't know, My
ears burn! But that isn't the worst; you
! should hear what"
He must of said something pretty low
down" Briskow spoke quietly; his bright
blue eyes were hard II reckon she'll tell
me-" -
"You don't understand chartered the
woman. "She flung the man bodily out of
| the window and into bed of thorns. 1t
nearly killed him; he was painfully LAGER
ated and bruised and Right in the
middle OF a golf game 1t did something
| dreadful don't know what-just the
worlds champion caught the ball, or some
thing
IF he's crippled I'll get him that much
| easier" said Briskow, and at the purposeful
| expression upon his weather-beaten face Mrs.
| Ring uttered a faint beat of terror. She
paved at him as he undertook to pass her.
ooh, my heavens! What are you going
to do?"
Depends on what he said to Allie"
The woman wrung her hands. what peo-
ple What-savages! You're going TO shoot
him, l suppose, just because
"Yes'm the father nodded. "You got it
! hight, motif an all. Just because?'"
But it's murder! You-you can't mean
it." Means issued from the speaker. What
ever possessed me to accept this position?
It's uncomfortable, and I'll be involved"
I've saw your last raise, Miz Ring"
. DO you think I'd stay after this? It's bad
enough to be made ridiculous--the whole
hotel is in laughter; laughter at me. 1 dare
| say, much at her. Imagine Hurting
a full-grown man from window
II don't hear nobody laughing" Briskow
swung his head slowly from side to side.
Going directly to the desk. he asked for
the manager, then stood aside, hat in hand,
! until the latter made his appearance. The
manager began a hasty and rather mixed
apology behalf of the hotel for what had
occurred in the dancing room, but his tone
of annoyance was accusation in itself.
"Very-unfortunate, he lamented. I'VE
haven't heard the last of it by any means"
"Prob'ly so,' the father agreed. AN /
got something to say about it, too. Get that
dancfn' perfessor Off the place quick Or I'll
kill him..
The manager recoiled; his startled eyes
searched Briskows face incredulousy Z
beg pardon?'
II amt heard my kids side of the story
yet, but I'm goin' to see her now, so you
better get word to that jumpin jack in a
He is discharged, of course, for we tol
crate no rudeness on the part of our en-
ployes-Or our guests, for that matter; but /
believe he is suffering some effects from the
shock. I couldn't we'll ask him to- go be-
fore"
It'll take me probIy twenty minutes,
talkin' to my girl. Thatll give him time il
he moves fast. But 1 may get through in
fifteen"
At the door to his suite Gus Briskow
paused to wipe his countenance clean OF the
expression it had worn for the last few min
utes, and when he entered it was with his
usual friendly smile. Allie and her mother
were waiting; they were white and silent.
Gus kissed his daughter before saying:
Don't worry, honey; he won't bother you
no more"
Allie averted her face Mrs. Briskow in
quireds Did you see the skunk?"
NO 1 give him few minutes to clear
out"
Hadn't we better leave, too?" ventured
Allie.
may, such a piteoGs appeal, that Gus shook
his head
What fer? We got nice quarters and
your ma likes it here"
They're laughing at me. I heard 'em
hollering.'
Allie related her experience with Professor
Delamater she told it all up to the burst o.
shouting that followed her through the lobby.
You should of heard em yelling; cIapping
their hands! T'-she choked, her voice
failed her. miserably she concluded-|I wish
to God we'd never struck DILL"
You're just wore out, dearie," her mother
said, comfortingly, and Briskow agreed. He
assured her that all would be well.
All was not well, however. The next
morning when Gus Briskow was about to
leave the hotel as usual-Professor Delama-
ter having departed hurriedly the evening be-
fore with fully four minutes of his twenty
to spare-he stopped by the manager,
who requested him to give up his rooms. The
Texan was bewildered he could not under
stand the reason for such a request.
Amt paid my bills?" he queried
The manager assured him that he had; he
was profoundly regretful, as a matter of fact,
| but it so happened that the Briskow suite
had been reserved early in the season. ami
| the party who made the reservation had just
| wired that he was arriving that day. He
was a gentleman of importance-it was in
| deed unfortunate-the management appre-
ciated Mr.. Briskow's patronage-they hoped
! he and his family would return to the Notch
| some time.
! "Mebbe you got some other rooms that
| would do u.s. Gus ventured.
1t was too bad, but the hotel was over
| crowded. Later, perhaps
| Now at that very moment the lobby was
| filled with tournament golfers who were
| leaving on the morning train, and Briskow
| knew it. He studied the speaker with an ex-
| preston that caused the latter extreme dis
| comfort it was much the same expression
he had worn the night before when he had
! served warning upon Delamater.