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iMku uimmi \hmhh i —~ O • j ru_ju.ii_ n I h 'l'lh t i mm i* i. > » L- The Dingbat Family A Little Bit of Very Futurist Art By Herrimail Copyright. 1913, National News Association. ! L jfbatv 1 Rottcai House Keepw&. ( ) AAUST SAy- Thp ’0£A OP LtXVi^ A DiRTy Plytf /.IKE,This Lie./—1 Aroumd Loose is a ^Puct SkirrOESSAJE&S. | CACLS lT'i IDoAiV SToP Me., Gi»l Dwr) STOP ME-. A-oThe PEAcC AtE-UBETft CP THIEj rAMILV<— I/M faO/MG To H/UiD yCUR MA A aiess op Acejo GQAroey *, As UiILL /MAKE HER REAZJZE- ,ThAT DlRTV P6AT&S ape ,AOT CkHAMEtfTAC ^ Lem mb PAsg f 3uT PA-PAM ^ fXhHOULO IXOftRY /UD\ GET GfRi'J., Am VJALK \OlU My HEELS - ll - lock At THis Plate.'i ! U'Omaai . Just look At it n - Or All The Slcveailv ( \ DtS Oft&EALV. AJE.6LI6EAJT I c fw/wr l wae about 'C>Tx?icVou Pa pah i s / uias/THat WKTV Plate- is dear ma-aiah sm First Attempt At Chiha Raimtlal& 43 Irani rrnATu_ se About All.) '. JK.CU yoo. YCUAJG- /- ~XJ A&y — ■ M* J- J NOT A CHANCE! By Cliff Sterrett Tf is a) , But im "Svmmez ( V-‘•'EM IT IS A CKG AJI6HTS -V lAIFLL I DUUT go) To Bsb — . At Alls - T Polly and Her Pals You Can’t Blame Pa, at That Copyright, 1913, National New* Association. By Cliff Sterrett ■4-t- Vil'havl TStt IW TMt. kitlmem PAyt TMt 6jplS I S' GlV/W' A TAM 60 TfcA * m Ml/E LL HAVE To HAVE The kitchen ' MOW, PA. WERE - 60HWA MAKE. ) the Tea ! r y- — L OH. yiAHT Go To beo yeT R4«/ / THE. COMPAUVS ■> Got their, wraps) IM HERE. ! "T £ood ■FATHER *! HELLO SAM, I See Your. House IS all Lit upj- “ToNIGhT ! \AS, ak' The HOcGe Aiwt GoNNA HAi/e- /WVTHlWG OM HE., Either! nr Us Boys You Never Can Tell When Luck Will Hit You 0 By Tom McNamara Rptflscered United State* Patent Office *bnW 10TT‘ CB-M T WET, | LOSTED MY) \ | SHOULD TICKET TO THE u„A B nv a. 1 II>K61 10 iHfc c iiVOWCf AND , \QPEMIH SAME J), ^ BITE m NAILS*. HEY I AIN'T SOT AJO TICKET TO THE GAME ! y 4 i T^ « v 1 5^ , tickets, ) Them i’m r l TICKETS. ( ^ ,n ' (. s_houi_iek e^ BRO r KEM J , ' \ / ; that S WHAT I CALL TOUGH (JAFFY / 1<Z /4ow mam THAT'S OLD 5 STUFF! 7 r ‘ L n^4 HEX 1 AIN'T GOT NO , PENNY TO RUH NO '] TICKET TOO! ! (iTS A HARO ) w 1 <■ III BRING THE BALL BACK AND 6ET /M, FREE FERNQFFIN'! BKTRhA !! STARFISH GlANiTs UJliO OVER SOOTH SlDERS 43 To 4- HINKY DINK.^ BEAT OLEANDERS'. _ IHTo G STANDING OP THE CLD8& , W, L. P. C. STARFISH 6)WmTs i o -I oao HINKN OINKS 1 O HOW SOOTH SIDER.S 0 1 .000 OLEANDERS O 1 .000 I GOSH, TXAT lWAS LOCK! 'e.LggevMR.t.. SKINNY SHANER'S GOOGLY department Qmm >Ci ter wdsn - djxjuioj AM CAU A BFOOAR. WEAR. A VERY SHORT COAT?- l CADSE- |T WILL BF LOW6 BEFORE HE GETS A MOTHER I //-2TULQ. tb- djOJL/ftj P ROM ‘ AL)G6YU. S, A, WHY IS THE LETTER K LIKE A PUS^ TAUT amswertd-morrow Better Than Sherlcck C~' y \ Holmes at His Best V. ^ i Ll El El K O F 1 n H [] E FORTY ] EA< FI ES * t A Detective Story of Thrilling t> Interest, Love and Mystery By T W HANSHAW Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY A INSTALLMENT. “I 1 HOPE I am—I pray to God that 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 perforin that office for her and hurriedly left the office Something Bed Went Past. Mr. Narkom went straightway to Ms desk and forthwith began to as sort and assemble the memoranda gathered during s recent two days' absence—spent in flicking abou' from town to town with Lennard and the old red limousine—and it was perhaps terv or a dozen minutes iater when 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 pocketbook 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 hsvo i 1 given one’s self for Imagining that the superintendent had mastered Sir Boyle Roche's bird trick of being in two place at once, fortheie was one Mr. Maverick Nar- koxn sitting in the desk chair and the \»ry fetch and double of him stand ing at mention .<m : waiting for or ders some two feet distant. •'Glad to see you back, sir." said the standing figure, bringing ins riglr fonefingf r to his ten.pie .m-i letting ;i | drop to his side again "Hope >mu I had & tlm*-. mi 'Tolenibh Ha nioond, io • r hi#.* y )]ied 1 b* sup« »i in ■indent, puttinc l ihe banded book inn. an inner p,.. - t and rislrg to hi* f^-t. Let’s b*vs h. look at you. Round this way, so I 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 leetlc too low’ at the corners, out l see that you have rectified it. Ami by the way. tel! Hovcc. will you, that ie mikes up for Lennard exceedingly well, but he mustn’4 forget that peculiar trick of the originn al voyg leaning over after the manner of a cyclist, io one side every time he rounds a corner. Re member that pleaae ’’ Complained of Both Things. "Yessir. Mr. Cleek complained of both things—the droop of my mus tache and poyce’s forgetting the lean- over habit, sir —in a note he wrote to Petrie the day you left.’ Did he?* replied Narkom. "Quite so: it was he that drew my attention to th« discrepant, ies. An*body been foi'.nv. ing t! old red car when you’ve been *«ut in her, do you think?" Y* s>ii —eacn lire- w e’\» iskt n lu r owt; voterday ii particular. Chap lik* t French Ap '. hc; likewise n gent m* a uuJ —4. gn in ill- trry man. ? ir. trying to wear Englisii clothes like he was used to ’em. One or ’tother of those two turned up ev erywhere we went. Expect the Apache Johnnie is prowlin’ round on the Em bankment now. sir—was. at any rate, an hour or so ago. At any rate, it’s safe *dds that hir> 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 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 lie could, the slight swagger and the peacock step of the superin tendent. lie passed nut of the building, -ntered the waiting limousine—the mock Lennart} 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 ne'e lot- lowed—to dfttw those who were on the watch for him away with them. Mr. Narkom issued orders to the dor r porter to wYiistle 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. respfendent 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 feurs seat. Mr Narkom walked serenely up lo the waiting tehicle, entered it, closed the door promptly, issued the neces sary directions through the pire of the speaking tube, and in the winking of an eye there w ! as 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 N'otting Hill. It whisked through that district at a lively clip; it whizzed down the High Street, leaving Bayswater and Netting Hill Gate to drop away into tile 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 Chiswick Park and Trunham Green. An odd and a picturesque place it was, this nursery—owned and culti vated by a genial, slow-mavitift. good- PLAGue-T^kfe. rr! W/HV CAM l <?TT NO HOY WATER.* JN hr ^ Vt' D- n tempered old Hollander who could not speak two words of English, his wife who could not speak one and their daughter, who conducted tlie little flower shop and could jabber .yards of 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 man, who was seated on the edge of.the, counter, engaged in the double duty 1 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 rt- : vealed—Dollops. "Out in the gardens, sir," he con- ' trived to say, so low that no e;»rs but Narkom’s heard him. "Old ’uns can't * speak a bally word of English nor yet understand one. and I'm takin' rare of this party as can do both. Ln-- body else cornin', sir?" To be Continued To-morrow. #/// hr rA jiMl'ld*. Modest/ prompts ujYbPR* A Curtain over, "to'S Picture Al The LADY ON "THE * LooR 16 4L-SO TAKING A BATH | 5oSU DUG- YER ! FtSkv HIDES'!/ {tier. erreTt. In the Limelight. Jack—Tessie, our seats are rifb the middle of the field. Tess—Oh, John, don't you we’ll be too conspicuous?”