Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, May 30, 1912, EXTRA, Page 4, Image 4

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I IF /\ T F F^MF^F' 1 4 Story of Lave, Mystery and Hate. with a By META SIMMINS .
I I If„4V 1/ \ 1 LaJ k/ I OILJ .il I\J i > Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars ®x© " Author of “Hushed Up" '**
FIRST READ THIS:—
JACK RIMINGTON. the b*r f ♦hr- «t-rx and a man « T a rr.v*terinus s* i
cret. propose? tn and i« a« *epted b*
BETTV LUMSDEN ’’■'•? harming * nui K daughter
SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, v h.- how c r is opposed tn Jack because of ‘he lat
ter s poverty. but favor ?
PAUL SAXE. ■ nullionair*. w h*ni Rr* i-a? -e'-ised to warn-- after telling him
that she '.s engaged t< T a-k R*»*? «■?»?*.
MRS. EDITH RARRINGTON. sud--*n!' •*• jim- from Frame and horrifies
Betty 1••• declaring ri ,<r her h- ♦ ‘ • -band
EDMOND LE' Z ASSEUR. wh •■'’••' -h? ma'iw/. ** ret’- a girl, and ” h*m
she thought dead, ''as appeared and demands 2.090 pounds »|lo,ooot in ten
days time *r 1* "Hi ‘ell
ANTHONY BARRINGTON f- *’- thing <mi four da* • are left and Mr? Bar
ringtep hres Bett rr m. fhp rn->nex from -axe Rett-v 'a horrified a’
the proposal a•. refuse- but after a, frantic apr*i’ from her sister, con
sents
—Now Go On With the Story
' Ah these years* Bettv repeated me
chanically She felt stunned She stood
rigid in the moonlight. taring at het
eis’er Then''
Then ?'ou ar? not ‘-.nthon- .* wife,
pbed Mrs Barrington "Sa’ it Bettx
gr on =a' ail th* obvious rhmgs Bu»
Whatever - -av •' UII be wrong
wrong Her hand beat on the w'nd»w
Ed! paesionately "Oh. don't mind what
T Fay. R*tt* Heavens knows what w?
knew- was bad enough, hut th* truth is
worse 1 was nexer his wife, Betts'
That marriage was a tr ck dust thrown
in mv eyes I how <an the Almighty
let such things be'"
Her voice rose In passionate despair'
Betty dropped on her knees besid* her
"Hush, darling, some one will hear
Try to be patient Forgixe me for not
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understanding and trx to ten me what
it n-ean* Her vote* was ir.flnitely ten
der and the elder woman nestled against
her lik* a child
I nearly died. Rett- when I met him
f'e - am* face to fa l -* ?u«t outside the
entrant* to th* Ritz tn Pans Anthon?'
had oph l*f* me a minute before H*
he - am* up and spoke to m* Not a bit
altered Just th* same good-looking
heartle-s brute h* had not known m
mx marriaa* h» said, but I know tha f
aisn't true It simpb map that he had
never realized that Anthonx was a rich
man
"Rut tell me Rett’.- urged, "about th*
marrfag* ar* you quit* quite sure"
must mak* - ertam, and If h* s •peaking
the ttuth. then ' n*j are quite saf*. don't
'ou realize that, darling" Your marriage
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS; THURSDAY. VAT SO. 1912.
Iwith Anthon” is legal—-there need be no
I scandal Oh. let u« p-a* it s so. for Hi
;U* Phi Is pak*
j She could feel the slim bodx in her
arms quiver when she spoke of the child
"Safe'' There war a derisive note in
the despair that rang in Mrs. Barring
ton f xeire
The R'ackma'ifr
‘You *y n ’ s*em to understand what J
mean Don t ”nu realize w har J w ould
seem in Anthon? * * es" He d never for
gi\* me- n*xet’ You saw yourself, that
even in the days nf our courtship I dare
not have to’d him anything of that secret
marriag* 1 believed it to be. though it
was an act of folly and nothing els* But
thi< Her voice raveled into a sob
"It would blacken me in his eyes \
woman who had been dragged through
th* dust, the mother of his son’ He d
leave me. Rett” he d take Phil from
me "
’ Rut darling, why need he e* er know.’'”’
"Because Levasseur will speak; that's
his qame blackmail. He thinks that
Anthony will pay any aum either than
have a scandal raised about hit wife. He
doesn't understand Anthony.”
Rut if it’s blackmail, isn’t it possible
i o bu•• his silem e•'
4 Yes, for two thousand pounds, paid In
ten dfl'S time and dx of those da-'s ar*
run out’ I have no money less than
♦ went' pounds »’ the bank You know
thst Knthon? never gives me anx money
He s generositx Itself and pays for every
thing I've never needed money’
‘But th*re « x’our own money and
mine couldn t we raise that' Rett? said
> eagerly
Mrs Barrington raised her head wear
ily "Oh. I’ve thought of all that." sh*
•a d "I waded through the sea of lies
to ge» over here a'one to speak tn fath
er -tn find that our money has ‘ eased tn
exist Fathers speculations have been
unluckx-. and he has borrowed it
She began to laugh, terrible laughter,
while the tears ran dow n her d*li< at*
cheeks "E- »n your optimism gn*-; down
before that Bettv." \gam her band beat
th* window- sill passionate!' "Twn thou
sand pounds- -wh> not two hundred thou
sand
There silem* in th* room Then,
with a sudden mnvTment. Mrs Barring
ton slid to her knees and < aught at Bet
tx-> hands
Dear, you could save me' ' she cried
"You could g*r me the money
”I'* Ah, dear, if I could. But how'"
"Paul Sax*" Mrs. Ba r rinqtnn whis
pered! "Paul Saxe would qlve it to you
wthout a question. He’s In love with
you, Betty," for the girl had shrunk back
with a low cry of dissent, "don't say
you’ll refuse! Remember, it isn't for
yourself—lt’s to save nie from the pit of
despair. It's to save the happiness of
three peoplfc—Tony and Phil and me.
Think of little Phil, Betty: I hate to ask
you. but you will never refuse!"
For a moment the girl felt incapable of
speech The suggestion w-as incredibly
r*i ugnant to her. To trade on a man s
loxe for her b* asking him for money'
"Edith. I couldn't do it!" -ne burst nut. ’
in a x*rx agon' of revolt.
“Onlv today h* asked me to marry him
Don't you see that makes it utterly im
posgibl* for me tn g«-> tn him now tn sue
for favors?
I thought you Ir>ved me.’’ the nth*r
’vnman cried "B<jt your pride = dearer
♦o you than my life | ce? that My
life. Bettx. No, it s not h- :-t*rjral mad
ness--it is sober fact- if J ran t buy Lev
asseurs siienc* with money r 11 buy th*
great iHen** with my life
Her passionate words parsed Bett' b;
Something sound*d in her ears above
them, th* r« h-> of Paul Saxe s words re
peating itself endlessly in her brain If
you need a friend, remember, i am at
’ nur *rvic* In any va? in all wa? s
alwaxs " After all. what was two thou
sand pounds to Paul Saxe'’ Yet
"Ob, I ' an t- I w’on t!" she cried
Mrs. Barring*nn said no more, fell
back to the. window seat, laying her head
on h*r arms, and broke into a passion of
tearless sobs. To Bettx- dry. racking
'Hund was lik* a sword piercing her
heart She put up h*r bands to her ears
She couldn't listen thex- must not c-o on
"Stop! Oh, don't cry like. that. Edith! '
-be cried "I'll do wha» 'ou xvish. All
that you wisb."
After all. what « a; t^- n thousand
pounds to Paul Saxe?
The House in Tempest Street.
Th* long night had passed After she
had got Edith to bed. Betty had un
dressed and Jain down between the cool
sheets but not to sleep. She had heard
*very hour strike while she lax wide
‘exed. thinking of the ordeal that the
morning would bring her "Mr Saxe,
win v-»u i»snd me two thousand pounds?
Like th* re-t *.f the world, it is mone?
‘ that your friendship represents to me."
The w'.fds rearranged themselxes in her
' brain in a hundred fantastic ways. When
th*', or such as thex. were uttered, what
would the man think of her"
She dressed quickly and went down
stairs. The door .<»! the great hall stood
' open, and a gust of wind?- sunshine swept
in to greet ber. chequering the polished
spaces of th* floor and drawing < glory
' of rose and amber from ’lie Persian rugs
that littered it. Then th* sunshine was
blotted out by a figure For the moment
her senses swam, she thought it was
Saxe himself Then, with an almost sick
ening sense of relief, she saw it was her
father
Sir Georg* manifested a desire to evade
his daughter's clear eyes. He had not
seen her since last night, when Edith's
confounded pertinacity had drawn from
’ him rhe admission about their money.
Their mono”! Had he not lavi-hed a
hundred times th* amount on both of
them ?
"As fresh as a rose, my dear," he said
"Y*u weren't disturbed, then, by our <
friend Mr ‘Saxe’s little commotion
P*tt” turned a questioning face to him.
"He's gone. A spe- ial messenger came
down or. his own car. not so long after
?ou had retired. A bit of a disappoint
ment. eh. Betty?" His shift? little eyes
searched her face
Betty answered mechanically H*r first
feeling wa~ a sense of relief -relief on
which disappointnfent came bitierl? It
mad* things so much worse, for it was
only a reprieve. Her promise was
T* Edith, who we- sleeping at last under
the Infl’ien * of the sleeping draught
Betty had implored her not take.
"Isn t he coming back?" she asked, as
they went in tn breakfast
“There's a chan* «■ h* ma? do so for a
week, la’**- " Sir George lifted the cover
of a silver dish, a though he expected
t- find th* ‘ ham e of which he spoke in
hiding there. Bur he was not communi
cative He pursued: Sax* is never that
Ton irx soul. I don t even know if he
ha.- so much as a p.*n-a-i*rre m town.
'Chichester House. <’it?.' that's his ad
dress for us all the best of friends. But
when he’s married that will he altered--
Park Lane, nr Grosvenor Square When
he's married. Bott? "’
An Inspiration.
But Rett? hardlx neaio him. She was
memorizing nam*. "Chichester House.
• it? " She must writ' no. she couldn't
•I” that Go ' The blood flamed to her
face at the thought of running the gaunt
let of half a hundred inquisitive clerks*
Suppose he were not there? \nd then a
thought tame to her lik* an inspiration.
Telephone to him. yes. that was th? best
thing to do
Th? telephone was in th? stewards
offlic. a small room of th* hall Betty
went across tn It. and looked up Saxe’s
name n th* director? "Paul Saxe.
0051. < iiy." Ir was- still earl? -little na?t
9 o’clock—-but Bettx- remembered Saxe's
boast that thex kept Continental hours
at hir- office If there war a stress of
work that necessitated so sudden a re
turn tn town, it war mor? than likel’c
that n* would be at his offi** already*
Rut «be would not run the risk of tele
phoning her*: tber* was ton much chance
of being overheard. She would slip *l*.” n
to th* public < all offi-e in th* circulating
libra'? in th* village
(Continued Tomorrow.)