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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN' AND NEWS. VVEDNESUAV, APRIL 1H. T'Ti.
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A Little Bit of Very Futurist Art By Herriman
Copyright, 1913, National New* Association.
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— TO DAY S INSTALLMENT.
-« JHOPE 1 am—I pray P> Un«l tha
-L.—J j am . it seems so horrible
~T ; after what I thought of hi r
~Vrhsi I onre hoped she would be to
~~Tr(e But in the face of those others.
'-Sir Gorrell James, the man Hadlew —
"and now my son”—
f Her voice snapped, site stjueezei
"her hands together hard and moved
— swaylngly. as if her emotions were
FSlindermining her strength: then faced
—about abruptly, and with an apologetic
...••forgive me, I must not delay,”
Uipened the door before the superin-
"tendent could perform that o(Ti< , for
"har and hurriedly left the office
Something Red Weni Past.
— Mr. Narkom went straightway to
-Ids desk and forthwith began to as-
— sort and assemble the memoranda
gathered during a recent two days'
'absence—spent in flicking about from
town to town with Leonard and the
. old red linn.cmiic n >■•. i
k- a dozen minutes later when hi
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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 w ith 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
nun's figure advanced toward the desk
and one might have forgiven one's self
for imagining that the superintendent
had mastered Sir Boyle Roche's bird
trick of being in two place at once,
l«.i 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 see you back, sir,” said
the standing figure, bringing his right
j forefinger to his temple and letting it
drop to his aide again. "Hope you
had a pleasant time, sir"
"Tolerable, Hammond, tolerable,”
1 plied the superintendent, putting
j the banueu dook into an innei j
and rising to hi- feet. "Let’s have
ided book into an innei
rket
look at you. Round this way. so
1 can get the light full on your face.
Yes, that’s better. 1 meant to tell you
the other day that you had the droop
of the mustache a leetle too low at
the corners, nut 1 see that you have
rectified it. And by the way, tell
Boyce, will you, that te mikes up
for Lennard exceedingly well, but he
mustn't forget that peculiar trick of
the origlna- always leaning over after
the manner of a cyclist, to one side
every time he rounds .1 corner. Re
member that please”
Complained of Both Things.
"Yessir. Mr. deck complained of
both things—the droop of iny mus
tache and Joyce’s forgetting the 'eon-
over habit, dr — in n note he wrote to
Petrie the day you left.'
"Did he7* replied Narkom. "Quite
so: it was he that drew my attention
to the discrepancies. An.bou> been
foilov ing tb old rid car when you've
been out in her, do you think?”
Yessh—each tune \ve’v» taken her
out: yesterday in particular. Chap
11 K» 1 French A pa lie: likewise a gent
in a taxi—looked like a foreign mill -
tnry man. sir, trying to wear English
clothes like he was us-'d 10 ’em. One
or ’( >ther of thone two lip ned up ev
erywhere wo wen . Expect the Apache
Johnnie is prow lit-.’ round on the Em
bankment now. sir—was, at any race,
an hour or so ago. At any rate, it’s
safe ^dds that, him o Cue foreign
party—maybe both—will pick 11s 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 somewhere, so they won’t get
to realizing that it’s a blind trail.
That's all Cut along ''
Hammond Obeyed,
Hammond obeyed. Mimicking, as
best he could, the slight swagger and
thv peacock step of the superin
tendent. he passed out of the building,
entered the waiting limousine—the
mock Lennard deferentially saluting
him as he appeared—and a moment
later, car and men whisked 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 were fol
lowed—to draw those who were on
the watch for him away with them.
Mr. Nurkom issued orders to the doe r
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 of
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 seat.
Mr. Narkom walked serenely up lo
the waiting vehicle, entered it, closod
the door promptly, issued the neces
sary directions through the pipe of (hi
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 trafiic 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
tlie 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 Mower 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 Chiswh k
Park and Trunham Green.
An odd and a picturesque place it
was. this nursery—owned and culti
vated by a genial, slow-moving, good-
■Tl
y
tempered old Hollander who could not
.'peak two words of English, his wife
who could not speak one and thdr
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 the
shop over which this accomplished
young woman presided a young mail,
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 ears but
Narkom’^ heard him. “Old ’uns can’t
speak a bally word of Enelish nor yet
understand one. and I’m takin’ care
of this party as oan do both Any
body else cornin’, sir?”
To be Continued To-morrow.
In the Limelight.
Jack—Tessis. our seats are right
the middle of the field-
Tess—Oh, Jfohn, don’t t y° u
we’ll be too conspicuous?"
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