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The Dingbat Family 18 ► ► I III**! b THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN' AND NEWS. VVEDNESUAV, APRIL 1H. T'Ti. uaj A Little Bit of Very Futurist Art By Herriman Copyright, 1913, National New* Association. (fi-ncv, • l>r,TTni DOAlf STOP Mi.. G/»C. OOHT irooEv rotteaj Housekeeping L_ j 5TaP H - A - tmb ppa< ) Must 3AV.—The idea op /UTriW6}| member cp thi^ FAbiiy <\ DlRTy PLATE LlKt-THlS /LlE. )M 60/AJ& To haa/O /OUR MA AfcouwD 1-OOse is A ?ShAmeS> \ A -mess of AcKio oPATcey Puftt Shiftless AJe K ; i a Pam ) iJ ran^i=T\ I As UJILL /MAKE HER REALIZE.) J VTHAT DlftTV PLATES ARE. j\OT OHAIAM^mTAL'^ 4E/U /ME Pass f I LHOULD UORRy A4/D n ! SET CLANG, AaO WALK ' LCAJ_ My HEELS A (TcokAt this Plate wcmav. Just look at it Of All The Slcveajlv. DlS OftOERcV MtGLIGEAJTy r * ^ VSJ fuJi/AT I Was About To Te/c You Pa-PAN 'was 'That PiRTV Plate is dear ^amAhsi First Attempt At Chia/a Painting. . I Thatl<_ Be About Ail? VFRO-u Yoo, VouAJ&, (.LADy — :«! r- 1 ■ O) 1 .. NOT A CHANCE! 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A, WHY IS THE LETTER. —— Ll ' -IFT-g! —, " Better Than Shericck 1 i Holmes at His Best ®vr □ L] El FJ K < 0] E THE FORTY 1 FA C] h'^ Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery Modest/ prom^Tf ACurYAIN OL/tR.'TM'^' PicYure ^ T«l LADY CM *TMt FI«5y Ft 00 * « AUSoTAkiWG A BATH By T W HANSHAW ■— ^iijiyriyht bv Doubleday, Papre & Co — 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 I 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?" thin*