Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-10-16
CHApTER V lContinuedl

GGTT seems" said a harsh voice behind
him, that you fear God as little as
ID aught else"
He wheeled sharply to confront Sir John
KilIgrew, who had entered after him.
80" he said slowly, and his eyes grew
hard and bright as agates, this is your
work.
And he waved hand toward Rosamund.
1t was plain to what he alluded.
MY work." quoth Sir John.
He closed the door, and advanced into the
room.
"sir, it seems your audacitys your shame
! lessness 'ranscends all bounds Your"
'Haye done with that" Sir Oliver inter
rupted him, and smote his great fist upon
the table.
He was suddenly swept by a gust of pas
sion.
leave words to fools Sir John, and crit
icisms to those that can defend them bet
! ter"
aye, you talk like a man of blood. You
come hectoring it here in the very house of
the dead-in the Very house upon which you
nave cast this blight Of sorrow and muir
| der"
"Have done, I say, or murder there will
! be-"
His voice was a roar, his mfen terrific.
And bold man though Sir John was, he re-
coiled. Instantly Sir Oliver had conquered
himself again He swung to Rosamund.
! All, forgive mel" he pleaded 81 am
mad-stark mad with anguish at the thing
! imputed. | have not loved your brother
II IS true. But as L swora to you so have
done. L have taken blows from him. and
! smiled but yesterday in public place he
/ atfronted me, dashed me across the face with
! ms riding-Whip, as still bear the mark
! The man who says [ were not justified in
! having killed him for it is liar and .
hypocrte Yet the thought of you, Rosa
! mund, the thought that he was your brother
! Su1flced to Quench the rage in which he left
me- And now that by some grim mischance
ne has met his death, my recompense for all
my patience, for all my thought for you is
! that am charged with Staying him, and
! mat you believe this charge"
9he has no choice" raaped Killigrew
SIR John,' he said, IT pray You do not
NEEDLE with her choice, fool, and fools
counsel IS rotten staff to lean upon at
any time. Why God o. mercy! Assume
that desire to take satisfaction for the
atfront he had put upon me: do YOU know
so little Of men, AND of me Of all men, that
you suppose should 90 about my vengeance
IN inns hoIe-and-corner fashion to set a
hangmans moose about my neck? A fine
vengeance that as God liyesI
WAS it so I dealt with YOU. Sir Tobn.
When you permitted your tongue to wag
700 freely, as you have yourself confessed?
Heavens light man. Take a proner view.
consider was this matter likely. 7 take #
you are more fearsOme ANTAGONIST than
was ever poor Peter GodOlphin. vet when
sought satisfaction of YOU 7 sought II
2oIoly ana openly as is my way. When we
measured swords in your park at Arwenack
we uId so before witnesses in proper form
that the survivor might not be troubled with
Ine justices. You know me well and what
manner of man l am with my weanons
should l not have done the like by Peter
If | had sought his life? Should Not have
sought it in tho same open fashion, and 50
klled him at my pleasure and leisure. and
without risk or reprOach from anv?"
or John was stricken thoughtful. But
whist ne stood frowning and perplexed at
lne eno or that long TRADE, it was Rosa
mund who gave Sir Oliver his answer.
You ran no risk of reDr0ach from any
do YOU say?"
He turned and was abashed He knew
| the thought that was running in her mind
You mean" he said SLOWLY gently his
accents charged with reprOachful increduI-
lty, that I am so base and false that I
! could in this fashion do what I dared not
! Tor your sake do openly? 'Tis what YOU
mean. Rosamund. I burn with shame for
you that you can think such thoughts Of
one Whom-WhOm YOU protested to love"
Her GOODNESS fell from her Under the
lash Of his bitter, half-scornful accents her
anger mounted, Whelming for a moment
even her anguish in her brothers death.
you false deceiver," she creid There
are those who heard you VOW his desth.
Your very words have been reported to me-
And from where he lay they found a trail
of blood upon the snow that ran to your
own door. VIII you still Iie?"
They saw the color leave his face. They
saw his arms drop Imply TO his sides, and'
mis- eyes dilate with obvious, sudden fear.
IA trail of blood?" he faltered stu
pidly.
Aye, answer that" cut in Sir John,
fetched suddenly from out his doubts by
that reminder.
Sir Oliver turned upon KiIItgrew again.
q can not answer it," he said, but very