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Till-: ATLANTA GEORGIAN AN!) NEWS. FRIDAY. APRIL IS. im:i. The Dingbat Family i m Art Is Long and Mr.D. Is Short OopjTiffht, 1913. National New* Association. By Herriman It’s Trot, Trot, Trot! . , &es. hise. aiarV Another Flats l— UPON WHICH S«0R. AlAb DOlN(» CHINA PAlNTlNfe ) VERY ARTIVTIlAt. I CA(.L^> IT TOO IT DHOUJi, G VERY NlUCH The same. Teck/vitch of that 6>REAT) VDitEMBAM ARTIST VOA/ *HEUU) Dt DlRX AvD (f Also The Touch OP (Seajius OR That FPeajcw j OH- HUH 0 Ate Tose-Tme-r It is Decidedly RAPhAEtlSTlC IS A)V IT IS AIT V" v YOU RE IflNDA TjCCCAJEUL WITH THAT UH HUH &IPCIE VES SH 3U WEE. BlTTA StOPAJ THEftt c &uess y&otta idea Youe oleA Pa s a X>ea& one. oaj th/s J Ai?r STupp A/ait You f " ^C> — y TUat fo* PA PAH How CAaA . j You Talk /.ike that/ ’HT V to voup fbc.R c it f DAUGHTER. 'CAUSE) Know ybuc< be Sorry, A r V V rtWHEAJ You F/AJO OUT T/Vt/hAT j| IS HOT a FVAINTIAJ&' OAJ/ 'THAT PLATE.. BUT ONLY A ( 1 \ DMEAR OP STRAWBERRY JAM j JATE IT IF VCU DOAJT/] ^Believe Me— r 40 f« i A I // By Tad. « "CiT 'Ah I6NAT2* >aUVE CS0T( I AlO IDEAS HOW MUCH I ' wove Ths. AftMV f ' INFIL Uikyv S Dowt VDu ' ENLIST 7 \ CANT IGNAT2./ , Voo SEE, / AM I AJo More A BABY [Sure a babv\ £>OAJT I desire' >,To (Jaw THe •'/MFAwrey" / -c J^L Polly and Her Pals Poor Old Pa! r<rp v rlght. 1913, National New* Association. By Cliff Sterrett 0M6oN it! IK/HtPt'S M4 kEEP All THE B4TH TdUI/ELS l HTLLO RdllY. 'Why'Hullo mim. lOt GoME To Gome Right im Ir AC M ~~FHe DlNIMCr ' THE. one Step! Room ! <sr-——J we'll JuSt| Shooe “This “TABLE To ONE Siof ! YES WE. NEED ALL THE ROOM WE CAN (SET 1 <3REAT Guns! K/ —-i No l GueSS WE'D BETTER. put n r ON THlS^ 57de ! J HAVE A Heart! rrs Too bad] \X/E CAMT Get it Through] That door’.j r TT We CAN IF We Turn rr up Si d down! . ^ T V. li,O^D Lkiou6« (5 EN0U6H! =^Tr- 1 ft* ?**-^*Hr /M//OIV J tilFF. IT. IP] Us Boys 0 Emily Was Quite Mistaken By FoiYI McNcim&F& . R«gistwd United At atm Patent Office | x YocC SALLE BERK SPRDDER. THAT T'au we Re, 60INt> To SLAP HIM ON THE FACE 66CAUSE HE INSULTED ME THE OTHER. DAT 1 , r K AC. COOOJ AS YOU DO IT I'LL be tour. Sweet he A^r A6Ain GOO - Bi ! f————y ' 1ST MEElED A dame DOWN THE STREET op DERE - 5 ( gosh ) T [AND SHE SAID neY 1 \ c YOU WAS Gothi - s Cl f a I 4 i W 60UN l WONDER WHERE . ; EMILT EOER. GETTEDTHAT idea! SKINN'f SHANE R'S G004LS DEPARTMENT 111 statoesoue POSES NO. 16 READ'l FOR THC EATS tinMrtri VUH't DOES A FfREMAW U)EA\ RED SUSPENDERS- TO HOLD HIS TROUSERS UP! ’ THAT THERE'S A PACK 1 - * ALL Rl6Hr ^QVU // Vwitfr- dam PR.OPO 0 J ■ uW M A ER why is a rat ;n; a CHEESE FACTORY LIKE A HODSe OAJ FIRE ? Better Than Sherlock Holmes at His Best M CLEEK OF THE FORT\’ FACES A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery By T. W HANSHAW Copyright by Doubleday, Page A Co TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “For the simple reason that the persona concerned never attached tiny great importance to It.” replied Nar* kom. “consequently it was never re ported to the police. Indeed 1 nad difficulty in recalling the circum stances to a great many of them. “The most of them appear to have thought it the trick of a child or children, scrawling numbers haphaz ard on the doorstep, and forgot all about the matter after a servant had washed them away. Besides, thi deaths never followed instantly, but for a week to two weeks afterward. Then, too, the cases were widely sep arated, no two happening In the same neighborhood, and the sudden deaths not being confined to any one par ticular class, nor—save in one in stance—to parties who had been so much as simply acquainted with each other. For instance, one victim was an -enUnept judge, another a m°rc draper’s clerk, a third a well known musician, a fourth a green-grocer, a fifth an actor, and so on all down the list. Some were in the Suburbs, oth ers in the town, several were in the country; so that it was not likely that the family of one victim would hear of the green chalk marks having also appeared upon the house of an* outer. Indeed, it is doubtful that the m\rks would ever have recurred to the memory of any had I not recalled them to mind by my inquiry regard ing thorn.’’ ' And what put it into your head to do that?" Lady Jennifer's Appeal. "Lady Jennifer s appeal to me Her i son had been stricken down with sud den illness at the beginning of the week. Three days ago the green chalk 317 appeured upon the doorstep of the house where she lives ' "But that need not have caused her any parti< ular uneasiness. 1 ret ail that you said a minute or so ago that the lij>us» is made up of fiats.’ There must therefore have been other families than hers under that roof. Why, then, should she take the marks ns applying to herself or her son? Why, indeed, attach any significance to them if she never heard of those other oases? You said the victims were in all cases strangers to each other. Hum-m-m!" "In all cases bift one." corrected Narkom "That one was the sister of a victim, i-iiuk Lady Jennli not seen her'for ruble tHah two years. She came up to town for a few days and called upon her ladyship. In en tering. she saw r those chalk marks which the caretaker of the flats was endeavoring to wipe away. It recalled the ^similar marks on the doorstep of her late brother’s house prior to his death. But even so, it is doubtful if she would have attached any peculiar significance to them had she not, upon reaching her friend’s flat, discovered a circumstance which, linked to them. EVENING By Henry Simpson This poem recently won a gold medal awarded by the London Poets’ Club: B EYOND all poesy sublimity of song. Sweet eventide, when mellow shadows throng The valleys, and the slow, reluctant day, On purple sandals, gliding, steals away Into the gloaming, by the sleeping streams, A pensive spirit passing unto dreams. It is the hour when woods enchanted glow. And g.mtlf> winds with dying odors blow, From tree to tree faint pipes of even ing call, The bat sweeps circling by the ivied wall, A la/k drops fluttering to his lowly nest, And drowsily the ringdove croons of rest. The moan of kine has ceased, the drone of bees. Put ever a little stream among the trees Speeds lightly on. and singeth as it goee. oong* that a child at evening might compose. Now the sun s flight is finished in the West, Where far the great clouds veil his flaming crest. The shepherd pens hdp u ear> flock away. Safe folding laggard little ones that stray. Bidding them browse awhile ere darkness steep \11 things that move, In deep, em browned sleep. High uplands as at early morning shine. Sacred the light that gilds the day’s decline. As when the dawn with holy eyes ap pears And opening blossoms sparkle with her tears. For gros^, foreboding day. which climbs the East. Calling the world to work, and fight, and feast. The cunning day. the fierce, insistent hours Of human strife with Nature’s dread ful powers. The groaning of a being chained to earth. Although ablaze with vision from his birth. But, come, the evening calls us. let us go, We must not sorrow becaus-e earth hath w r oe. A passion lingers in this serene air. A passion void of triumph or despair Empty of storm, and hushed to calm delight, We turn our eyes to greet the coming night. Tne stars are streaming iwp tho boundless hills. The stars which smile at men’s in constant wills. And in an opal radiance, crescent- wise. The moon peers coldly from tlip limpid skies, seemed to suggest something ap palling. Lady Jennifer has a com panion—a young and beautiful girl to whom her son is deeply attached and who appears to reciprocal? his feel ings. That girl is a Russian. Her name is Vera Vladivoski. She has been in her present position some thing over a year. Miss James—Lady Jennifer's caller—was able to identify her at once as a girl who had for merly occupied the position of secre tary and typist to her late brotner; and it has since been ascertained that she came to him after having filled a similar post with a well known musi cian and composer known as Guy Hadlow. Both those men died sud denly and the green-chalked 317 had appeared on the doorstep of each!” Just So—I See—I See. "Oho!” said Cleek, with a strong rising inflection, "and Lady Jennifer recollecting Her late nusbe-.n—V un pleasant experiences with the Nihil istic gentlemen of Russia naturally suspects. * * * Just so. I see! I see!"—And revolved slowly upon his heel and looked above and about to see if there were any other parts of the vine that needed tying into posi tion. 1 To be Continued To»morrow, THE BWTAienwr* ouvNy. THE. UUMCHE'OU LURCH - tx£ House 32 *T ETA ROCJM^, THE 0OLQN& Otl’E /A? > i Y HAvpme WoewpjfrB wwnwwu"" v ~ u»