Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-12-25

end of our betrothal and thereby branded
ME a murderer and a liar in the eyes of
all. Indignation swelled against me. The
Queens pursuivants were on their way to do
what the justices of Truro refused to do.
so far have given you facts. Now I
give you surmise-my own conclusons-but
surmise that strikes, as you shall judge, the
very bulls-eye of truth. That bastard to
whom had given sanctuary, to whom |
had served as a cloak, measured my nature
by his own and feared that | must prove
unequal to the fresh burden to be cast upon
me. He feared lest under the strain of it
| should speak out. advance my proofs. and
50 destroy him. There the matter of
that wound, and there was something still
more unanswerabe he feared / might have
urged. There was certain woman-a wan
ton up at MaIpas-who could have been
made to speak, who could have revealed a
rivalry concerning her betwiXt the slayer
and your brother For the affair in which
Peter Godolphin met his death was a pitiful-
ly. shamefuly sordid one at bottom"
For the first time she interrupted him,
fercely.
do you malgn the dead?"
Patience mistress" he commanded. 81
malign none. | speak the truth of a dead
man that the truth may be known Of two
living ones. Hear Inc out, then! l have
waited long and survived a deal that |
might. tell you this
THAT craven, then, conceived that I might
become danger to him; so he decided to
remove me. He contrived to have me kid
mapped one night and put aboard a vessel
to be carried to Barbary and sold there as
a slave. That is the truth of my disappear
ance. And the slayer, whom | had befriend-
ed and sheltered at my own bitter cost prof
tied yet further by my removal. God knows
whether the prospect of such profit was
further temptation to him. In time he came
to succeed me in my possessions, and at last
to succeed me even in the affections OF the
faithess woman who once had been my af-
fianced Wife
At last she started from the frozen pa
thence in which she had listened hitherto.
do you say that-that Lionel" she
beginning in a voice chOked by indigna-
ton.
And then Lionel spoke at last, straghten-
ing himself into a stiffly upright attitude.
"He 1ies!" he cried. He lies, Rosamund!
Do not heed him"
Il do not" she answered, turning away.
A wave of color suffused the swarthy face
of Sakr-el-Bahr. A moment his eyes fol-
lowed her as she moved away a step or two,
then they turned their blazing light Of anger
upon Lionel. He strobe silently across to
him, his mien so menacing that Lionel
shrank back in fresh terror.
Sakr-el-Bahr caught his brothers wrist in
a grip that was as that of a steel manacle.
Wen have the truth this night if we
have to tear it from you with red-hOt pin
GERS" he said between his teeth.
He dragged him forward to the middle Of
the terraces and held him there before Rosa
mund. forcing him down upon his knees
into covering attitude by the violence Of
that grip upon his wrist.
do you know aught of the ingenuity Of
Moorish torture?" he asked him. you may
have heard Of the rack and the wheel and
the thumbscrew at home They are instru-
ments Of voluptuous delight compared with
the contrivances OF Barbary to loosen stub
born tongues"
les White and tense. her hands clenched
Foeamund seemed TO stiffen before him
You coward You curt YOi craven