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Tuesday, November I t, 1924,
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traces Or my various crimes. Still,
you are a clever detective, and you
can give Mr. Ledsam a few hints.
Take my advice. You won’t get that
search warrant, and if you apply
for It none of you will be at n»y
party.
“I accept,” Shopland decided.
Sir Timothy crossed the room, un
locked the drawer of a magnificent
writiDg-table, and from a little
packet drew out two cards of invi
tation. They were of small size but
thick, and the color was a brilliant
scarlet. On one he wrote the name
of Francis, the other he filled In for
Mias Hyslop.
“Miss Daisy Hyslop,” he said,
"shall we drink a glass of wine to
gether on Thursday evening, and
will you decide that although, per
haps, I am not a very satisfactory
correspondent, I can at least be an
amiable host? -1
The girl’s eyes glistened. She
knew very well that the possession
of that card meant that for the next
few days she would be the envy of
every one of her acquaintances.
“Thank you, Sir Timothy,” she re
plied eagerly. “You have quite
misunderstood me, but I should like
to come to your party.
Sir Timothy handed over the
cards. He rang for a servant and
bowed the others out. Francis he
detained for a moment,
r “Our little duel, my friend,
marches,” he said, After Thurs
day night we will speak again of,
this matter concerning Margaret.
You will know then what you have
to face.”
f Margaret herself opened the door
and looked in.
What have those people been do
ing here?” she asked. “What Is hap
pening? ■
Her father unlocked his drawer
once more and drew out another of
the red cards.
Margaret,” he said, “Ledsam
here has accepted my invitation for
Thursday night. You have never,
up till now, honored me, nor have I
ever asked you. I suggest that for
the first part of the entertainment
you give me the pleasure of your
company.
For the first part?”
For the first part only,” he re
peated, as he wrote her name upon
the card.
“What about Francis?* she asked.
“Is he to stay all the time?”
Sir Timothy smiled. He locked
up his drawer and slipped the key
Into his pocket.
“Ledsam and I,” he said, “have
promised one another a more com
plete mutual understanding on
Thursday night. I may not be able
to part with him quite so soon.”
I £ CHAPTER XV
L ADY Timothy CYNTHIA near the ran end Into of a din- Sir
ner dance at Clarldge’s Just when
she had about reached the end of
her endurance of boredom.
What brings you here alone?”
■he asked him.
I have an engagement in a few
minutes,” he explained. “My car is
waiting now. I looked In at the
club to dine, found my favorite ta
ble taken and nearly every man I
ever disliked sidling up to tell me
that he hears I am giving a wonder
ful party on Thursday. I decided
not to dine there, after all, and
Charles found me a corner here. I
am going In five minutes.”
“Where to?” she asked. “Can’t I
come with you?”
u I fear not,” he answered. “I am
going down In the East End.”
“Adventuring?"
“More or less,” he admitted.
Lady Cynthia became beautiful.
8he was always beautiful when she
was not tired.
“Take me with you, please,” she
begged. “I’ll get my cloak.
They drove along the Embank
ment, cityward. The heat of the
city seemed to rise from the pave
ments. The wall of the Embank
ment was lined with people, lean
ing over to catch the languid breeze
that crept up with the tide. They
crossed the river and threaded
their way through a nightmare of
squalid streets, where half-dressed
men and women hung from the top
windows and were even to be seen
upon the roof, struggling for air.
The car at last pulled up at the cor
ner of a long street.
“I am going down here,” Sir
Timothy announced, I shall be
gone perhaps an hour. The neigh
borhood Is not s fit one for you to
be left alone in. I shall have time
to send you home. The car will be
back here for me by the time I re
quire it."
“Where are you going?” she
naked curiously. “Why can’t I come
with you?’
“I am going where I cannot take
you," waa the firm reply. "I told
you that before I started."
“I shall alt here and wait for
you," she decided. “I rather like
the neighborhood. There Is a gen
tleman in shirtsleeves, leaning over
the rail of the roof there, who has
his eye on me. I believe I shall be
e success here—which la more than
I can any of a little farther west
ward.
Sir Timothy smiled slightly. He
had exchanged his hat for a tweed
cap and had put on a long dust
coat
“There knob Is no gauge by which you
may the measure of your suc
cess, he said. “If there werfc*-”
“If there were?” she asked, lean
ing ■ little forward and looking at
him with a touch of the old bril
liancy in her eyea.
“If there were,” he mid, with a
little show o' mock gallantly.
alienee, tm . man wnnarew to tat
farther end of hi* domain and bailed
himself cleaning ne glasses
Suddenly the d was swung
open. A man entered whose ap
pearance alone was calculated to
inspire a certain amount of fear.
He was tall, but his height escaped
notice by reason of the extraordi
nary breadth of his shoulders. He
had a coarse and vicious face, a
crop of red hair, and an unshaven
growth of the same upon bis face.
He wore what appeared te be the
popular dress In the neighborhood
pair of trousers suspended by
a belt, and a dirty flannel shirt. His
hands and even his chest, where
the shirt fell away, were discolored
by yellow stains. He looked around
the room at first with an air of dis
appointment. Then he caught sight
of Sir Timothy standing at the
counter, and he brightened up.
“Where’s all the crowd, Tom?
he asked the barman.
“Scared of you, I reckon,” wag
the brief reply.- “There was plenty
here a few minutes ago.”
“Scared of me, eh?” the other re
peated, staring hard at Sir Timothy.
“Did you ’ear that, guvnor?”
“I heard It,” Sir Timothy acqui
esced.
Billy the Tanner began to cheer
up. He walked all around this
stranger.
"A toff! A big toff! TO ’ave a
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“A Toff! A Big Toff! I'll 'Ave a
Drink With You, GuYnor,” He
Declared.
vtry jeatousiy guamect secret mlgut
escape me. I think you will be
quite all right here," he continued.
“It Is an open thoroughfare, and I
see two policemen at the corner.
Hassell, my chauffeur, too, is a re
liable fellow. We will be back
within an hour."
“We?” she repeated.
He indicated a man who had si
lently conversation made his appearance during
the and was standing
waiting on the sidewalk.
“Just a companion. I do not ad
vise you to wait. If you insist—au
revolr!"
Lady Cynthia leaned back in a
comer of the car. Through half
closed eyes she watched the two
men on their way down the crowded
thoroughfare—Sir Timothy, tall,
thin as a lath, yet with a certain
elegance of bearing; the man at his
side shorter, his hands thrust into
the pockets of his coat, his manner
one of subservience. She wondered
languidly as to their errand in this
unsavory neighborhood. Then she
closed her eyes altogether and won
dered about many things.
Sir Timothy and his companion
walked along the crowded, squalid
street without speech. Presently
they turned to the right and stopped
in front of a public-house' of some
pretensions.
“Tfcis is the place?” Sir Timothy
asge
“Yea, sir!”
Both men enterc,!. Sir Timothy
made his way to the counter, his
companion to a table near, where
he took a seat and ordered a drink.
Sir Timothy did the same. He was
wedged in between a heterogeneous
crowd of shabby, depressed but ap
parently not ill-natured men and
women. A man in a flannel shirt
and which a pair of their shabby plaid trousers,
owed precarious posi
tion to a pair of worn-out braces,
turned a beery eye upon the new
comer.
“I’ll ’ave one with yon, guvnor,”
he said.
“You shall Indeed," Sir Timothy
assented.
Strike me lucky, but I’ve
touched first time!” the man ex
claimed. “I’ll ’ave a double tot of
whisky,” he added, addressing the
barman. “Will it run to it, guvnor?”
“Certainly,” was the cordial reply,
“and the same to your friends, If
you will answer a question.
“Troop up, lads,” the man shouted.
“We’ve a toff ’ere. He ain’t a 'tec
—I know the cut of them. Out
with the question. ■
Serve everyone who desires it
with drinks,” Sir Timothy directed
the barman. “My question Is easily
answered. Is this the place which
a man whom I understand they call
Billy the Tanner frequents?"
The question appeared to produce
an almost uncomfortable sensation.
The enthusiasm for the free drinks,
however, was only slightly damped,
and a small forest of grimy bands
were extended across the counter.
"Don’t you ask no questions about
Tm, guvnor,” Sir Timothy’s Immedi
ate companion advised earnestly.
“He'd kill you as soon as look at
you. When BUI the Tanner’s In a
quarrelsome mood, I’ve seen ’im
empty this place and the whole
street, quicker than if a mad dog
was loose. ’E’s a fair and ’oly ter
ror, ’e Is. is about killed ’Is wife,
three nights ago. but there ain’t a
living soul as ’d dare to stand In
the witness-box about 1L”
Why don’t the police take a hand
In the matter if the man is sach a
nuisance?” Sir Timothy asked.
His new acquaintance, gripping a
thick tumbler of spirits and water
with a hand deeflly incrusted with
the stains of his trade, scoffed.
'. Police 1 Why, ’e’d take on any
three of the police round these
parts!’’ he declared. “Police 1 You
tell one of ’em that Billy the Tan
ner’s on the rampage, and you’ll
see ’em ’op it. Cheero, guvnor, and
don’t you get curious about Billy. It
ain’t ’ealthy. ■
The swing-door was suddenly
opened. A tousle-haired urchin
shoved his face in.
“Billy the Tanner’s coming!” he
shouted. "Cave, all 1 He’s been
’avln’ a rare to-do In Smith’s court.”
Then a curious thing happened.
The little crowd at the bar seemed
somehow to melt away. Half-a
dozen left precipitately by the door.
Half-a-dozen more slunk through an
Inner entrance Into some room be
yond. Sir Timothy’s neighbor set
down bis tumbler empty. He was
the last to leave.
guvnor,” ”l|r you’re he going to stop ’ere,
begged fervently, “you
keep a still tongue in your >ad.
Billy ain’t particular whs it 1 a ’E’d
kill *ls own mother, If 'e felt like It.
’Em swing some day, sure as I stand
’ere, but ’e’ll do a bit more mischief
first ’Op it with me, guvnor, or get
Inside there.”
drink with you, guvnor,” he de
clared, with a note of incipient
truculence In his tone.
The barman had already reached
up for two glasses, but Sir Timothy
shook his head.
“I think not,” he said.
There was a moment’s silence.
The barman made despairing signs
at Sir Timothy. Billy the Tanner
was moistening his lips with his
tongue.
“Why not?” be demanded.
“Because I don’t know you and 1
don’t like you," was the bland re
ply.
Billy the Tanner wasted small
time upon preliminaries. He spat
upon his hands.
“I dunno you and I don’t like
you," he retorted. “D’yer know wot
I’m going to do? I ’
“I have no idea,” Sir Timothy
conferred.
‘Tm going to make you look so
that your own mother wouldn’t
know you—then I’m going to pitch
you Into the street,” he added with
«n avll grin. “That’s wot we doss
with big 4otfs who cone ’anglng
around ’ere. ii
“Do you?” Sir Timothy said calm
ly. “Perhaps my friend may have
something to say about that.”
The man of war was beginning to
be worked up.
“Where’s your big friend?” he
shouted. “Come on! I’ll take on the
two of you.”
The man who had met Sir Tim
othy In the street had risen to his
feet. He strolled up to the two.
Billy the Tanner eyed him hungrily.
“The two of you, d’yer ’ear?" he
shouted. “And ’ere’s just a flick
for the toff to be going on with 1”
He delivered a sudden blow at
81r Timothy—a full, vicious, Jab
bing blow which had laid many a
man of the neighborhood In the
gutter. To his amazement, the chin
at which he had aimed seemed to
have mysteriously disappeared. Sir
Timothy himself was standing about
half-a-yard farther away. Billy the
Tanner was too used to the game to
be off his balance, but he received
at that moment the surprise of his
life. With the flat of his hand
full open, Sir Timothy struck him
"Jim’s right” the man behind the
bar agreed. “He’s a very nasty cus
tomer, Bill the Tanner, sir. If he’s
coming down, I’d dear out for a mo
ment. You can go In the guvnor’s
sitting-room, If yon like. ...
Sir Timothy shook his head.
•* Billy the Tanner will not hurt
me," he said. "As a matter of fact,
I came down to see him.”
His new friend hesitated no
longer, but made for the his door
through which most of com
panions had already disappeared.
The barman leaned across the coun
ter.
“Guvnor,” he whispered hoarsely,
*1 doa’t know what the game is,
but I’ve given you the office. Billy
won’t stand no truck from anyona
He’s a Timothy holy terror."
Sir nodded.
"I quite understand,” he mid.
-There was a moment’s OBUnpgi
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
Our Daily Story
The Mystery
Twins
By MARTHA WILLIAMS
“D'ye reckon they really meant
to come?” Phyllis asked disconso
lately. ”
“Gads—If they didn't!” lsobel
sniffed scornfully. "I’m sure we
didn’t even look as If we wanted
their company. Unless they show
up in ubont two minutes, I'm for go
ing all by ourselves.”
•‘We can’t—we don't know an
other soul amongst the managers! -1
Phyllis lamented, a little tremu
lously.
“Don’t matter—at a masquerade,”
lsobel said resolutely. “In fact, I
think It will be great fun. Suppose
we tie ourselves together with gran
ny’s Mystery India scarf and say we’re the
Twins Instead of Little
Sunshine and the Horrible Exam
pie.
A scant half hour later, swathed
in vaporous black from head to
betel, Jet mummies, Indeed, poised
upon the daintiest of black satin
slippers, they saw a car with two
passengers whirl past In high, roar
up the drive, stop dead, two figures
leap out and assault but vainly the
big front door, walk around the
house, loiter at the back, then race
back to the humming car, climb Into
it, and set up such a long and shrill
whistling as set echoes growling all
up and down the pike, then with a
last despairing shriek of the horn
come back to the highway as though
bent on destruction, but check sud
denly at sight of the black mum
mies, who had advanced to the mid
dle of the road. Music had given
Phyllis a sinatter of Italian—she
made her halting entreaty in it, se
cure that it,was Greek or worse to
the recreant gallants. So It fell to
lsobel to say In her softest, most
musical half-whisper: "Help! In the
name of kindness, gentle sir! We
are weary—there Is yet a way to
go l »»
“Pile In, and welcome!” Billy
Glen cried, leaping out to help the
mummies. Sotto voce he said to his
chum, Anderly: “Our prayers were
heard, you see. We don’t have to
go stag—after all our bragging over
the ered^’ new beauties we had discov
*wb ere?” Glen,asked solicitously,
with his best smile.
“To the company of the ungodly I
Onr message is for them," in Iso
bel’s thrilling whisper, to an accom
paniment of Italian declensions
from Phyllis.
11 The Country dub. of course.
Might have known it,” Anderly
ejaculated.
lsobel made a gesture, staring
hard at him, then asked sepulchral
ly: “Are you hermits that you are
riding alone in a world so weary?”
“Not a bit of it--only poor devils
who were behind time, through no
fault of their own. Had a smash
just as we started, and had to get a
fresh car,” Glen explained.
■ It may be thus the Great Oom
saved you for his work,” lsobel com
mented, still sepulchrally.
And then the lighted clubhouse
loomed gayly before them, a-fiuttdr
with flags and pulsing with jfcay
voices and the sound of strings.
Yet a semi-hush fell upon it a little
later os the Mystery Twins, still
bound with the Oriental scarf, float
ed upon the ballroom floor. To
gether they whirled and swayed,
dipping like flowers In a breeze,
suddenly stopping for half a
breath’s space, then dancing on,
every motion more entrancing than
the last. Came a pause in the music
—Anderly darted to the dancers,
crying gayly: “Message! Message!
You came for that you know. n
11 It can be spoken only In silence
and utter darkness!" from the two
in unison. “Command It—then you
shall hear.
It was weird—no denying It—
the sudden eclipse of everything.
Through it came yet more weirdly:
“Seek ye the Gain of Loss.” Then
as light flashed up all stared In a
daze—at empty space. The twins
had vanished, but left behind one
golden sandal, one scarlet slippor.
“Oh, but you ran It awfnllly fine, *»
Glen said to the twins as their car
vanished. “How ever did yon make
up all that platter? It fooled even
me—until I saw your ankle—’’ this
to Phyllis, who answered severely:
“Understand sir, the queen of
Spain has no feet.”
“I’m main glad her understudy is
better situated.” Glen flung back.
li You were rlotsH—both of you—only
hope I can keep all the rest guess
ing until I take the pair of yon
back again. • -
“Anderly doesn’t know—" lsobel
“No—he only guessed,” Glen In
terrupted. “But—he’ll be no leas
keen than I am In seeking the gain
of loss. May we cotne and talk
It over this afternoon? It's long
past midnight now."
‘If yon promise not to ask qnea
tlons,” Phyllis began.
Glen shook his head, saying:
“We shall keep asking questions—
till we get the right answer.”
Bare enough, they did.
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ATTEMPT TO SLAY
EX-LEGION CHIEF
COSTS TEN YEARS
Grand Rapids, Mich., Nov. 11.—
Chedell Simpson, 45, yesterday
across the cheek such a blow that
It resounded through the place, s
blow that brought both the Inner
doors ajar, that brought peering
eyes from every direction. There
was s moment’s silence. The man’s
fists were clenched now, there was
murder In his face. Sir Timothy
stepped to one side.
“I am not a fighter,” he said
coolly, leaning back agalnet the
marble table. “My friend will deal
with you. **
Billy the Tanner glared at the
nowcomer, who had glided In be
tween him and Sir Timothy.
“You can come and Join in, too, ♦ »
he shouted to Sir Timothy. Til
knock your big head into pulp when
I’ve done with this little Job!”
The bully knew In precisely thirty
seconds what had happened to him.
So did the crowds whs pressed back
into the place through the Inner
door. So did the barman. So did
the landlord, who had made a cau
tious appearance through a trap
door. Billy the Tanner, for the first
time In his life, was fighting a bet
ter man.' For two years he had
been the terror of the neighborhood,
and he showed now that at least he
had courage. His smattering of
science, however, appeared only
ridiculous Once, through sheer
strength and blundering force, he
broke down his opponent’s guard
and struck him in the place that
had dispatched many a man before
—just over the hear' **’- fijrgmt
(To bo continued)
was sentenced to from 5 to 10
years in prison for shooting and
wounding of Colonel John G.
Emery, past national commander
of the American Legion.
Simpson, in a statement to the
court, said he had been drinking
heavily the day of the shooting
and that he entered Emery's of
fice with the intention of killing
Emery and also Mrs. Simpson,
who was employed there as a
stenographer.
Georgia’s manufacturing indus
tries are very varied.
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Tiny Bee ■
Starr Goes In For '
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BAFFLtS POLICE
IN GEORGIA CHY
Columbus, Nov. 11.—Maintaining
a stolid and profound silence and
refusing both food and drink
since she was taken into custody
early Saturday morning, a “mys
tery girl” is baffling the com
bined efforts of police and hos
pital authorities here who are
vainly attempting to identify her.
Without Hat or Shoes.
Shivering, and without hat or
shoes, the girl was discovered
seated on a low coping on Front
street, between Eleventh and
Twelfth streets early Saturday.
She had apparently remained
there in a crouched position for
some time for a patrolman on an
adjacent street was notified by a
passerby of her presence on the
side street.
Refuses Food.
Repeated efforts to persuade
the young woman to explain her
whereabouts failed, and the pa
trolman carried her to the sta
tion. She walked as if in a
trance.
Placed in a cell, the curtain of
mystery drew tighter about her.
She refused all proffers of food
or drink during the day Satur
day.
That night police grew worried
over her condition and enlisted
the aid of the city physician, Dr.
J. A. Thrash.
The doctor examined her and
ordered her carried to the city
hospital.
Aside from several sobs, attend
ants there say she has shown no
outward sign of life.
Expensive Dress.
The girl wears a black silk
dress of expensive material and
her shoulders were protected by a
woolen sweater of the finest tex
ture.
For three years tiny Bee Starr
has been noted in spangieland as
the smallest aerial catcher in the
world—a 105 pound girl stop
ping 150 pound somersaulters in
mid-air, safely and easily.
But all the time she was doing
this in the Flying Ward troupe
under the big top of Sells-Floto
circus, coming to Griffin for two
performances next Saturday,
Bee wanted to fly, as flying and
somersaulting has been her spe
cialty since she was a child.
Her procedure was simple.
She taught an indifferent leap
er to catch and moved over to
the leapers’ pedestal herself, and
now she’s gaining fame over the
land as the tiniest leaper and
aerial somersaulter in spangle
land.
She is one of the nine girls in
the Edward Ward flying acts,
Nine dollars in paper bills were
found pinned under one side of
the sweater and |8 in paper on
the other.
The girl’s description, which
is built around her strangely mas
culine features, hands and feet, is
being broadcast in every direction
by authorities in an effort to lo
cate her relatives.
TWO SENTENCED
FOR VIOLATING
OLD KLAN LAW
Chattanooga, Nov. 11.—A1
Jones and Bill Burch pleaded
guilty in the criminal court yes
terday to violating the old Ku
Klux Klan law of 1868, and were
given 15 years each. This law
fixes a penalty of from .ten
years to death for going masked
and armed for the purpose of
committing murder, robbery and
commission of other crimes. These
men entered a residence while
armed and stole some money and
a pistol and then later held up
four people on the street, as
saulting two of them and firing
several shots at the party as it
ran away. This is the first case
tried in the courts here under the
Ku Klux law. *~
YEGGS TAP ANOTHER
SAFE AT SAVANNAH
Savannah, Ga., Nov. 11,—The
fifth safe on the east side of the
city to be broken or otherwise
burglarized was discovered this
morning when H waa found the
strong box of the Stephens Con
tractor’s Supply company had
been tapped. Only a small num
ber of bills were taken.
WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE
Guard: Better keep your head
inside the window.
Passenger: I can look out of
the window if I want to.
Guard: I know you can. But if
you dama g e any of the ironwork
of the bridges you will have to
pay for it.
A Warrington, England, engi
neer has constructed an all-steel
12 •V*. long, in which
boat, feet he in
tends to cross the Atlantic.
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HE KILLED IN
Washington, Nov, 11.—Fred
A. McClellan, 22 years old, is
held in the Rockville, Md., jail
charged with stabbing to death
Thomas A. Sims, a wealthy con
tractor, 52 years old, and at
whose home McClellan boarded.
After the stabbing McClellan
summoned an officer and sur
rendered.
Police say he made a statement
declaring he went to the Sima
home and found the latter intox
icated and abusing his wife.
Sims, he said, turned on him,
shook his fist and ordered him
out of the house.
Sims, he asserted, followed him
into the yard, abused and berated
him and attempted to strike him
with a stick.
In self defense, he said, he
drew a pocket knife and cut Sims
after the latter had wielded the
stick.
Mrs. Sims was placed in the
care of a physician after the kill
ing. Police said she had made no
statement.
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