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4 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 The Dinqhat Family S§ What’s Royalty. After All? copyright m National News Association By Herriman 1 i < 9 ~ t- f CHUCK Pou. op AlOßicny I T|lis IS The or \> WKew ' . f/ ■-. ''IIII/MiWh evstce - /M As good v this Mateu. / ' I hastbaj -/ - -Ml iff Al? I.M \Ufr- I I'JMI W Kir . | I y XHom’ iSMKrtes V Ha/o hour sir "\ (theaj whv is . [ ( uju’A ’Acs.") ("'That's ( 3m. it's a aiiw) ~ ~~ \ I AtNY <S(TT UO I ’** * ) '< LLS \ \TISO _L»t J2X ’* ' V-JJ'fl'jL ) ‘ L ’ WtU.-U)EIL J «EASL-ES " / AiAiy \Tieo UFJJ —< y ' >JE fl Aj Both sites k I ,|M K’lMß.b "X ' 1 \Lcst=44y SACA__/ '4ud/ . iL—JL " -7 y. | ' Illi . L - _. ... _ ~ . _ iShcrloclcO the \lonk. *,* The Adventure of the Ghost in Armor copyright, nn. National New S AsSft jjy Gl/S ALVNMS THOUGHT U P OeeP \ | US I - i m.o H e. E 1 RNb A -1 amt founts I T CL \ aXZI ZCt’ 3 M acaaujled on the floor \ / ml ! let us throw that sum or BtuiAte of the blml knight _y ' .d.l A 1 '. oo costs'. 7 ( / 1 haunted armor «n the fhcmvc —rr'' g , .K?.‘ z g£g ,■’ « Will M-M v*i exccsE IM IM- SSB=S®l|& - l . X* . .y.-' ' '- ■ - -y ; <_ ■ \\\V Mr. Jack and His Friend Petey :: ;: <-r™-.. s « x.„ .. .. By J. ______________________________________________ _ _____ jL o -A \ o taqeT ia ' n^7//>'z7^%g* g 'u 1 h ahk. mr. jack for. j X ( ‘ ,-TtX IpM-HPAKirp. ’ PRESENTS — —\ MS IS FR.UMI Mf< > —T I---—_____j<o\ k jack an HtSA'is k H 1 X. H 5 rrrr.-T- >- ! l-jck him g<»d«vf t HS-- wawa-t . . A Rs "I -- I r L jZXxa I® ‘ D STOIC.E DOOR ._Z*VX IK V 1‘ L -7 Z ■ f > rm I T 'x\s cold FtR T Ks \ Pis >s <=i?om a \ n>£ is prom a _ o - ) 3 PETEY H- ‘ ■■■ ? jw X >ouse. < s - am ’ Rummy nameo hot spoit named —c~l V/ ; . VniJ J 7 J, L w ~'' 1 ' r ,J, s > b ?> -x /I MRJACK HESAVsI I VL cT-'x MC. JACK Mt Say 3 \ L - -’vfcFk .tvW, i MLe t ',- J?A) -<?ge'\- twr &’ ! - ■ ;«W?’ -4j( ahjCu.iXryLJoLw™W• wit's- s /CK t<> „zS 70? cJt|. - MS - w -4C ..< 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.)