Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

Ti!K ATLANTA (iKOKM VN AND NKVVS. W LDNKSDA^. Al'iUl. 1 *>. I'M:'.. & The Dingbat Family A Little Bit of Very Futurist Art 'copyright, 1813, NUumi A«s<x.4>tion By Herriman NOT A CHANCE! By Cliff Sterrett I DOA)' r STOP M&, CM l?L Do NT STOP 4IE-. /Vo The Reau' a Mb '.fbotv 1 Rotten Moose KEEP/Nb [ I l must st\y— The 'Dea op /.ettTTj i aiem ber. oT’this^ taluiv l A DiPTy PLATE- Like>This Z,IE- r I ! iaa going To hand youft ’ AROUND Loose is a ^MAmeS) A mess CP AcRiD OMToey \Putt. SHIFTLESS A)ESS, I CALLS/T \ T—_—£ -g- J \THbT Di&T v ' FLATUS APk ^ ^AOT CkNbMtKTbL r l^a/i me Past; i'BoT PA PAH - :r ) Houto tuoMy aajS get Corns, And ualk i Ot0 uy HEELS a is ii JS jlilij II 1 w Mg. 0 ft LOW At tkift Plate." ; ulowan Just cook at it' - OF All 'he. 5lovua.lv. l \ Dis oroeRoy Aiegliseajt fyjHAT I was About To Tecc Vou Pa PAH > /ujas, “That OiptV Plate 1 is Dear ma-mahsm First Attempt At China Paintin & __- s S f'THbTLL Re About All.' Yoo , young , LLAcy— :t.’ ‘ S J/V"^ V UGHT4 V£} v plague, '‘fate rrf VK/HV CAtfl l <S'T nc hot w/4Ter.? Bur /a) SuMMee \ "-MSM IT is A / LONG AH6MT'S_ r ^ A UlPLL I DUUT G'o\^ I '“firs — "■ !Te> Bed Y at Polly and Her Pals You Can’t Blame Pa, at That Coi»rt«lH. 1913, National New# Association By Cliff Sterrett |Jj Us Boys You Never Can Tell When Luck Will Hit You Registered United States Patent Office By Tom McNamara J HET, l LOStfeD MV 1 \ I SHODLD TICKET TO THE ‘ HET, 1 AIN'T 60T 1 MO TICKET Tfl l THE GAME ! y ' { tickets Z> HOri (jo Tickets. \ shouj ter. tickets l j ^TVr' THAT'S \UHAT ,1 CAU TOOGH TAFFY! / HEX I AIN'T GOT JO0\ (its A HARO ) penny to anv no V L life '• , ? PENNY TO 6UV NO j TICKET TOO! T— " i 1 i r 1 ) u ) HEY IM T J FLAT ^w" z\ BROKEN) 5 "• ftt\M MAM \ THAT'S OLD ' STUFF! ( w \y EXTfXA 11 starfish Giants uj/a) OvjER. SOOTH SUPERS 43 To i+ „ HlNKY DtNK^ , BEAT OLEANDERS*. _ 14 To G standing of the clubs „ W, L. P. C. STARHSH G/ANTs 1 o A 066 HINKY DINKS 1 O .1000 south side as o a .000 OLEANDERS 0 1 .000 ILL BRING THE BALL BACK AND GET IN), FREE FERNQFFIN'! gosh, tha! ^0)AS LOCK!] (T 1 h'r* ^ - OP- y. • SK1NNM SHAMER'S 600GLT DEPARTMENT QaiMjVi to Ctyfim. - duw&S ti’H'f CAtJ A BEGGAR WEAR A UERY SHORT COAT?- l CAl)S£- |T WILL BE L0AJ6 BEFORE HE GETS ANOTHER! fjJUMUi AOGG'T- U.S, A, WHY IS THE LETTER K LIKE A P16'S TAIL? (Km /> -■ - * ^ ’^LeeCkMR.'Z. ANMWfcK lU-rjoWNOOi Better Than Shericck ^ f^\ Holmes at His Best V^J L] El E] K O F 1 n H [] E FORTY ] FA a Ep O' ^ A Detective Story of Thrilling [LO Interest, Love and Mystery , JulllllWL MoDE^ry oslb /iCmfrAW cve«.7M'* picture /4f TMI^IW _ LApy CJW the THtJT rL 01 * 1 IS 4L‘So'TAkiNL6 A BATH By T W. HANSHAW Copyright by Doubledsy, Page & Co. TO-DAY'S 1NSTALLM ENT. ‘T 'HOPE 1 am—I pray to God tha. I “ am. It seems so horrible after what I thought of her, what I once hoped she would be to me. But in the face of those others. Sir Gorrell James, the man Hadlow— and now my son”— Her voice snapped, she squeezed her hands together hard and moved swayingly. as if her emotions were undermining her strength; then faced about abruptly, and with an apologetic Forgive me. I must not delay,” opened the door before the superin tendent could perform that office for her and hurriedly left the office Something Red Went Past Mr. Narkom went straightway to Ms desk and forthwith began to as sort and assemble the memoranda gathered during « recent two days' absence—spent in flicking about from - n U) town with l^ennard and the i*d re# limousine- find P \'.t c perh i<« ctv or a dozen minutes later w hen he looked at his watch and pressed thrice on an electric button beside the ink- stand. He had barely more than slipped the papers he was assorting into his poeketbook and snapped an elastic band round it when something red went with a whiz and a swirl past the window and round the angle of the building; and at almost the same mo ment a door opened and closed, a nan's figure advanced toward the desk and one might have i vgiven one's self for imagining that the superintendent had mastered Sir Boyle Roche s bird trick of being in two place at once, for there was one Mr. Maverick Nar kom sitting in the desk chair and the very fetch and double of him stand ing at attention and. waiting for or ders some two feet distant. “Glad to set you back, sir,” said the standing flguie, bringing his rig» forefinger to his temple and letting ii drop to his side again. ' M-nu* y.ul l ad a pleasant tlim -ii 'Toterabh . H« unnnd, tui< r.ible/' replied tin superintendent, putting the banded b> ok into an inner pocket ami rising to bis feet. Let’s b«va a look at you. Round this way. so I can get the light full on your face. Yes, that's better. 1 meant to tel! you the other day that you had the droop of the mustache a leetle too low at the corners, but 1 see that you have rectified it. And by the way, tell Hovce, will you. that ie makes up for Lennard exceedingly well, but he mustn't forget that peculiar trick of the origina al ays leaning ov'er after the manner'of a cyclist, to ore side ever> lime he rounds a corner. Tic- member that, please ” Complained of Both Things. ••ye«sjr. Mr. Oleek complained of both things—the droop of my mus tache and Boyce's forgetting the lean-' over habi*. sit -in a note he wrote to T-ctrle the day you left,’ Did liereplied Narkom. “Quite so: it was he that drew my attention to the discrepances. An.body be«.n fo owing t: old i d car hen vou’ve been out in her. * i * * you think?” V-sh — °acn inn w-m t ktn her out: jc.-terday ir pariicihir. rnap 1 iu• i Free a A in h- . hknwlte a ge nt ms a uuu—looked ik » i* reign mt!i- t; ry man. fir, trying to wear English clothes like he was used to ’em. One or 'tothcr of those two turned up ev erywhere \\e went. Expect the Apache Johnnie is prowlin’ round ion the Em bankment now, sir—was, at any rate, an hour or so ago. At any rate, it’s safe ''dds that him o- the foreign party—maybe both—will pick us up somewhere on the road.” “Good.” said Narkom. with a sort of subdued chuckle. 'Give them a nice little run for their, money. Hammond. Take ’em out Wandsworth way—it’s exactly opposite from the direction I shall be taking—and don’t forget to stop off so mew here, so they wont get to realizing that it’s a blind trail. That’s all. Tut along.” Hammond Obeyed. Hammond obeyed. Mimicking, us best he could, the sii(tht swagger and the peacock step of the superiu- tenelent. he passed out of the building, -iiteied the waiting limousine—the mock Leonard deferentially saluting him as he appeared.,-and a moment later, car and mere** hisked down the narrow passage which led.to the em bankment and whirled off in the di rection of Victoria. Giving them time to get clear of the neighborhood and—if they we’e /o! lowed—to draw those who were on the watch for him away with them. Mr. Narkom issued orders to the door porter to whistle up a taxi, dived into his dressing room for his hat and coat, and at precisely two minutes to 4 o'clock was set down in the thick nt the crowd at Oxford Circus, where he immediately passed Into the door of a well-known and fashionable shop by the Oxford Street entrance and passed out again by the Regent Street one. There at the curb—lined up with other conveyances and looking as es sentially “private" as the best of them —the new limousine waited; and Len nard. resplendent in a gray livery and a big blond mustache that rested in a table drawer when he went to bed nights, sat like an image in the chauf feur's sear M Narkom walked serenely up to the waiting vehicle, entered it. clos'd the door promptly, issued the neces sary directions through the pipe of the speaking tube, and in the winking of an eye there was a gap in the line of vehicles and the dark blue limousine was gone—worming its way through the thick of the traffic until it could cut into an intersecting thoroughfare and find a less crowded path, and then scudding off like a hunted hare in the direction of Xotting Hill. It whisked through that district at a lively clip; it whizzed down the High Street, leaving Bayswater and Xotting Hill Gate to drop away into the rear like the far ends of a moving panorama; it cut past Starch Green and down Uxbridge Road to Shep herd's Bush and through that to Chis wick and never stopped until it pulled up at a curious little flower shop at the entrance to a big nursery, a-gli.-' ter with glass houses and ablaze with bloom, in the green and fragrant stretches which lie between t'hiswuk Park and Trunham Green. An odd and a pictur* sque place it was. this nursery owned an<f*yuKI- vetea by a genial, slow .muxiiu.* good- tempered old Hollander who could not speak two words of English, his wife who could not speak one and .their daughter, who conducted the little flower shop and could jabber yards cf it with a fine Cockney accent acquired at a boarding school and beautifully blended with the burr of her native Dutch. Slid From His Seat. As the limousine halted before :he shop over which this accomplished young woman presided a young man. who was seated on the edge of the counter, engaged in the double duty of assisting and "blarneying" her at one and the same time, slid down from his perch, opened the door to ad mit the superintendent and stood re vealed—Dollops. "Out in the gardens, sir,” he con trived to say, so low that no e?rs but Nark ant's heard him. "Old 'uns can't speak a bally word of Enei:sh nor yet understand cne. and I’m takin' care of this party as ran do both. Any body rise cornin’, sir?” To be Continued To-morrow. In the Limelight. Jack- Tc«eie. our seat* are .right the middle of the field. . Tes*—Oh John, don't you tti.n* we'll be too conspicuous?’ 1