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'j *1 IL/ f\ I C ZAI-T QH I-T IT * ’ dk» Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, with a J. £ li j v.1./l 1 I jl. J V/l kl? 11>1 U tlv.jl j Thrifting Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars READ THIS FIRST:— JACK RIMINGTON. the man with the secret Rimington is loved by • BETTY LUMSDEN, the daughter of SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, who. however, would like Betty to marry PAUL SAXE. The latter, while outwardly her friend, is scheming to separate her from Jack An opportunity arises when Betty Is implored by her sis ter, MRS. BARRINGTON, to help her raise fin.OOh to silence the blackmailing demands of EDMOND LEVASSEUR, whom she thought was dead, and who had forced her into a trick marriage some years previously. Realizing that her husband, ANTHONY BARRINGTON. Is a man who W’ould never forgive her for conceal ing this affair. Mrs. Barrington, who has no other means of getting the money to silence Levasseur, suggests that Betty should ask Saxe to lend her the amount Betty reluctantly agrees, and goes to Saxe's rooms for the mono Rimington is lured there, also, with a view to compromising Bettv in his eyes, and he arrives in time to discover her standing over the body of a dead man with a dagger in her hand. Betty vanishes in the darkness, and Rimington manages to escape from the house in w’hlch he has been trapped Meantime. Mrs Barrington anxiously awaits the return of Betty, who ultimate!' arrives at the Croft in a distressed and exhausted condition— without the money. Nevertheless, the SIO,OOO reaches Mrs. Barrington by post, the following morning Who has sent this "Hush Money,” as it is described in the letter? Nnd what terrible mystery is Betty involved in? These are the Mrs Barrington asks herself. Barrington surprises bls wife and father in-law by suddenly returning from Paris He is picking up the morning newspaper from the floor to read to them an extraordinary item of news that he had noticed while coming in on the train The item is about the murder, and states that Levasseur has been ar rested for the crime "The Lake of Blood.” a wonderful ruby belonging to Fitzstephen, was found on him In the meantime Rlmington leaves the cab that ho look after leaving the. house of death, and the cab driver calls attention to red stains on his cuffs Ho hurries away to bls rooms. He can not imagine how Betty came to be mixed up in this terrible affair —Now Go On With the Story The dawn came creeping Into the quiet rnom. turning the gas in the globes to pale points of flame The windows c.f the opposite house stared in at him, stark and livid in the crude light of the dawn inr. But Jack Rlmington saw nothing of Thd Dingbat F amily JJoh’Jiee the Bounding Chamois gg copyright 1912. 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By Swinnerto 'A.f'wMAT A LOVELY ROSE 1 I ('FROM YOU SUCH A TOKEN WOULD 2?, ’ J » I’OH PETEy! IVE been waiting ' AH IF | VJERE BUT THE U&HT MY SOUL AS ThE SUN SHEDS . -- \ FOR-YOU TO COME ALONG IME \ /"* ' I lucky'one IT NV AS ITS RADIANCE O’ER-THE EARTH AT , ylc spVo^ocL 1 WANTED YOU TO Pin THIS ROSE lOM PETEY ] I ILL WEAR. IT BUT I J (noonday.. youpea Bnly^a SUT V I 1"51R , 'l /C "Y _ | A I OUCH ; i beautiful J \ and remember < w >nr U zpZj ■■ 7 ' \ ' K ’ >'' s.’ /' Wli ; ' A rfS«aBBFW-F- u i ,£. cfMRF >-*• By < %, ■., ' ~..., W" Oi x> x. h ML _ jff»» z J r him with eyes that were held by an in ner vision--the vision of his veiled fate, like a great cat that watched and crouched ready tn spring Jack Rlmington, now awakened from the stupor of sleep that had stolen nn TFTR ATLANTA GEORRTAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY. .TUNE 7. 1912. him out of the ambush of bls fatigue, stared at his reflection ip the mirror with a sensation of distaste, that turned to re lief as he heard the movement of the German servant as, he set out his break fast in the adjoining sitting room. "It’s a good thing you haven't to face Heinrich, my friend,”, he said, grimly, to his reflection In the glass. "Your face is a hanging face this morning” He waited until he had heard th* man leave the-room. and then he rushed in and seized the paper that had come tip nn the breakfast tray eagerly. His hands shook violently as he turned the paper in search of the thing he sottg) ' and dreaded; then, as his eyes fell at bt»t on the staring (leadlines, an exclamation that was hardly relief burst from his lips and his grip on the sheets tightened. "Shocking murder In the West End. Well Known Money Lender Stabbed. At tempted Theft of the World's Third Greatest Jewel—the Lake of Blood.” Rimington’s color came and w-ent as he read. Neither Betty Lumsden the girl he had seen standing like another Jael above the body of the murdered man nor himself, who had made that descent in the Inferno of fear In the suddenly darkened room alone with the man foully done to death, who had shown his fear-twisted face to the besieging police, but another man. had been arrested on suspicion The sudden relief that had leapt up in Rimington’s heart died down almost as suddenly as he read on, but something so sinister and incredible that be put up his hand to his head with a dazen gesture, as though for the moment he hardly dared to trust the evidence of his senses “Late last night Tempest street, a cul-de-sac of old-fashioned residences near Leicester Square, was the scene of a ghastly tragedy, Mr J J. Fitzstephen. the well-known money-lender, being found stabbed to death in a room on the first floor of his residence. No. 88-B. The attention of the police was direct ed to the spot by Mr Taul Saxe, the well-known financier, who. calling on Mr. Fitzstephen by appointment and failing to gain admittance to the house, had bis suspicions aroused by a cry for help and informed the police constable on point duty, who summoned assistance. After considerable difficulty an entrance was > made, when a brief but exciting struggle ' resulted In the capture of the murderer, who had entrenched himself in the back premises of the house. A Baffling Mystery, "The motive of the murder, appears to have been robbery, as the dead mans safe had been ransacked and his collec tion of unset jewels overhauled. The prize of the collection, the world-famous ruby, reputed to be the third famous gem in the world and bearing the sinis ter name of the Lake of Blood, was found in the murderer's possession. "The arrested man, who gives the name of Edmond Levasseur, hut appears to be of English nationality, is vehement in protesting bis innocence." The Lake of 8100d —In the murderer's i possession! But the Lake of Blood was here —In his own pocket. He thrust his • hand into bls pocket and drew out the shabby chamois bag and spilled the glit tering wonder that It contained into the palm of his left hand. The great stone seemed to gather the light and hold it. transmitting the sunlight to a glow, deep and wonderful and sensuously beautiful — not of blood, but of time-mellowed wine. Rimington knew little enough of but the Lake of Blood was a compendium of information in itself As he gazed at the thing in his Hand, that seemed to him to glow with a thousand Internal fires, even without his small knowledge of the lapidary’s art, instinct would have told him that this marvelous thing was of in calculable beauty and worth. And. since there were not two. but only one. I-ake of Blood rubies extant. It followed that if this were genuine, as it undoubtedly was, then that other discovered on the person of this man Edmond Levasseur, arrested in Tempest street, was not. What did it mean? It seemed to Rimington that the hun dred red glittering eyes of the stone looked up at him. mocking his horror and bewilderment. Suddenly, as last night in that street of strange, dose-eyed houses a sense of evil and dread and fear had come upon him even before he entered the house where murder had been done, so now it seemed- to him that from this wonderful jewel that shone so gloriously in his hand, lying there in the light of the sun, there came forth an aura of evil* The room seemed suddenly alive with whispering voices, the voices of the dead men whom its beauty had seduced to crimes of blood and treachery and shame voices that spoke of disgrace and shame and ruined lives and broken friendships. With a quick shudder of repugnance Rimington slid the jewel back intr its shabby bag and thrust it into his poiket. He did not know what he was going to do with it, or how he was going to rid himself of its treasure-love so unwillingly acquired, but of one thing he was cer tain. He refused to remain its custodan. The Arm of the Law. ■lack Rimington .walked quickly down Chandon street and. plunging throigh the early morning traffic of the Stratc, cut into one of the narrow streets tfat lead, ill savoredly enough, to the rive. Like most decisions of real importance this decision that obsessed him now, t< be rid at any price of the Lake of Blow! the jewel whose very name was a grim commentary on its history, had come to Rimington in one lightning moment. Before he attempted anything else —be- fore he went, as he knew he must go. to Weybourne to see the girl he loved —be- fore he telegraphed to his assistants at the laboratory at Westport—he must rid himself of this evil thing that had come so unwelcomely into his possession. It is one of the most difficult things in the world, as a rule, to dispossess one self of undesirable property in London; but in this case the task promised to be easy enough The solution had come to Rimington while he dressed. He would simply take a walk across one of 'the bridges, and, in mid-channel, so to speak, as unostentatiously as possible." fling the evil-omened thing into the water. Tlie early morning business rush from the south side was at its height as he mounted the steps leading to Hunger- By META SIMMIS Author of “Hushed Up' ’ \ ford Bridge. Rimington was glad as his action was all the more like pass unnoticed in a crowd. He with his hand clenched on the thing >t. lay in his pocket—this stone wortl,,. king's ransom that men had schemed jj lied and sinned to gain possession of. 1, that he burned with eagerness to be r of. His pace was not that of a man it, tent on reaching business, but rather tha of a stranger sauntering interested!' among the crowds that are London's life. Midway across the bridge he paused and. leaning over the parapet, stood for a moment or two looking eastward, to where the dome of St. Paul's rose gold capped and mist-shrouded in the sun. Then, withdrawing his hand, from his ’ pocket, with a swift twist of his wrist ho sent the chamois bag and its contents flying through the air. The impetus must , have broken the fastening of the bag, for n its flight the Lake of Blood escaped rom it and dived with a splash of light I nto the river. , With a sigh of relief Rimington tumeff nd walked quickly on. Before he had s sached the southern end of the bridge ' h paused, his heart caught suddenly by tgreat fear. Someone had touched him ■ sarply on the shoulder and a peremp t-y voice had spoken his name Into hia 'er. ' \t the sound of his name Rimington Sting round; and in that brief act of ; tming, as drowning men are said to see th acts of a lifetime flash kaleidoscopic faiion before their eyes, so to him came 1 a ghtning vision of what this touch t ment. Continued Tomorrow,