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A i I I nj THK A'J LANTA HKOKIHAtf AM) NKW8. KKIDAY. APRIL IS. 1913. £ The Dingbat Family Art Is Long and Mr.D. Is Short By Herriman Copyright, 1913, National News Association. ,T&Et HE*E MARV ANOTHER PiAiT* )- - ^ V(V\J WHICH YOUR MA 5 DOIfllfr CH//VA FAlVTlAlfc.) VMY ARTISTIC AC I CALL5 TT TOO. IT SHOWS r. MERY MUCH the same TECKAJITCH OF DtAT <y*tAT) VoatAJDAM ARTIST VOAI IJHEUUJ Dt. DlRX Amo C Also Thk 'Touch of CsEA/ius of THat Fgeajch) MASTER moms C <e>U5MA6UEI*fce_'- AaD r— Act TOGETHER Vr is DECIDEDLY Paphaeostic 15 hjr rr iOH-HUH / VOURB KfNDA SCOCA/FUC WITH THAT UHHUH OlPtit. YES 5lR 3U&T A WEE BiTTA StORA’ there! <»ues5 V Ootta idea Your gce. Pa 3 A Dead ome ou this Atfr 5TUFP A/Ait You * D (On V//V, PA-PAH HOW CAaA You Talk /ike that/ To Vour Poor Lil( daughter, 'cause.) 1 Kimovi ybou be. _ Sorry, ’T fUUHEAJ YOU F/AJD OUT THM^TmAT ' is rtcrr A PA1MT1AJ&' oaj j That Plate, but only a C, DMEAft. OF STRAWBERRY JAM j /Taste, it, if you doajt / 'BELIEVE. 411 It’s Trot, Trot, Trot! By Tad. J ®Cjy- ^ ' \\ 1// fWA A - -A At- ' Y6EE FRE5HIE I ! knew nr was tam \ All The T/mel - i “oHOT OP " fft- AJ ^AH I6NAT2* Y«J VE <5oT( I A/0 IDEAS HOW MUCH I WCA/e The. ARmv \ CANT IGNAT 2./ , Vou BEE, I AM 1 AIo More A BABY J (Sure, a babv\ £>oajt 1 desire' V To Jaw The '■/WFAWTRy' * **//l w Polly and Her Pals Y^IOjn Poor Old Pa I Oopjrl«M, ma. National N«r« Ajaodnion. Mm 0| By Cliff Sterrett ■ wwSow rr! w/hlre's H4 K£ep ALL the BdTH TbOi/ELS l lOt <X)ME To Tfe /K M Nbu thk ome Step! Come bi6ht im THE DlWIWCr Room 1 vue 'll Just Smooe -rms TABLE To ojf 5ioe! YES vi/E. WEED ALE THE ROOM VtfE CAM <Set i Wo L (SueSS <y/E'D BETTER-f put rr aw Thi^ SToe ! MtfE CAMT 6eY ITTHROU6H That door! \y/E Turk) rr (jp-^di DCWt/M! 6reat (Sums YEah! HAVE A Heart! L \r, <oood NKiHT.M LM0U6M IS EN0U6H! ”ii'’’' \j~r i tiirr* /TCRB-C * »• *' t ' **’ * IP! 1 Js Boys (*> Emily Was Quite Mistaken R*gt*tfred United State* Patent Office <1/ JSL. By Tom McNamara - ff TOLD EA6LEBEAK SPRUDER THAT You wenc 1OIM6 TO SLAP HIM ON THE FACE BECAUSE insulted me me other, day 1 , r H AC Soau AS YOU DO (T I'LL BE YOUR SWEETHEART A6AIN GOO - sir , ■■■— * jisr meeTed a dame down THE STREET op dere - 5 / 60SH J^AND SHE SAtD -7 ' GOES** tUSNEAK ) ' udmp1 CTO was Coin 1 to . slap mn JAW. C'i <5 i] 6*1 GOLLY, l WONDER WHERE EMILY EOER GETTED THAT IDEA/ SKINNY SHAtNE R'6 600GLY OSPARTMENT ‘jWTDesoue poses no.i& REACT P<?R THe f aTs tintojovi \ vAJHY DOES A FIREtfAW WEAR RED SUSPENDER^ TD HOLD HtS TROUSERS UP-* "that there's A PACK*. * ALL R\QiT fiW PR.OfO 0 1 * h kv^ U/HY IS A iwf )U A OHEESE FACTORY Li RRE -IKE A HOOSe OA/ :(I?F 2 1 1 I I I 1 f Better Than Sherlock Holmes at His Best CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery By T. W HANSHAW Copyright by Doubleday, Page A Co. I TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. f’ "For the simple reason that the persons concerned never attached any gT'-at Importance to It,’’ replied Nar- kom, "consequently It was never re ported to the police. Indeed, 1 had 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, the 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 euch other. For Instance, one victim was .an eminent Juu** another a inert draper’s clerk, a third a well known musician, a fourth a green-grocer, a fifth an actor, and so on all dow-n 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 other. Indeed, It Is doubtful that the marks would ever have recurred to the memory of an>' bad I not recalled them to mind by my Inquiry- regard ing them." “And what put It Into your head to do that?" Lady Jennifer's Appeal. "Lady Jennifer's appeal to me. Het son had been stricken down with sud den illness at the beginning of the week. Three days ago the green chalk 317 appeared upon the doorstep of the house where she lives.” "But that need not have caused her any particular uneasiness. 1 recall that you said a, minute or so ago that the house Is made up of ’flats.’ There iuu«( therefore have been other families than hers under that roof. Why, then, should she take the marks as applying to herself or her son? Why, Indeed, attach any significance to them If she never heard of those other cases? You said the victims were in all cases strangers to each other. Hum-m-m!" • “In all cases but one,” corrected Narkom. "That one was the sister of a victim, (’leek. Lady Jennifer had not seen her for more than two years. She came up to town for a few days and called upon her ladyship. In en tering, she saw 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 signlflcance 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 EYONB all poesy, sublimity of song. Sweet eventide, when mellow shadows throng The valleys, and the slow, reluctant day. On purple sandals, gliding, gteals away Into the gloaming, by the sleeping streams, A pensive spirit passing unto droams It is the hour when woods enchanted glow. And gentle winds with dying odors blow. From tree to tree faint pipes of even ing call. The bat sweeps circling by the ivied wall, A lark drops fluttering to hfs lowly nest. And drowsily the ringdove croons of nest, 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 goes, .■Song* that a child at evening might compose. Now the sun’s flight Is finished in the West, Where far the great clouds veil hts flaming crest. The shepherd pens his weary flock away. Safe folding laggard little ones that stray, Bidding them browse awhile ere darkness steep Ml 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 gross, foreboding day, whtch 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 because earth hath woe. 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. The stars are streaming up the boundless hills. The stars which smile at men’s in constant wills, And in an opal radiance, orescent- wise, The moon peers coldly from the limpid skies. TVS* BOS3Mt|*jr Tms. LUNcneou lurch - Tve BoMtorua House eRfe&j TH£00L0we».'O02,£; 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 reciprocate 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 brother; and it has since been ascertained that she came tc 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 Ladv Jennifer recollecting her late husband’s un pleasant experiences with the Nihil istic gentlemen of Russia naturally suspects. * * • Just so. I see! I see!”—And revolved slowly upon hi9 heel and looked above and about to see if there were any other parts of the vine that needed tying into posi tion To be Continued To.morrow. g a JL twe UA