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The Dingbat Family
Art Is Long and Mr. D. Is Short By Herriman
Copyright, 1913. National N*w» AasoeUiion.
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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 & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“For the simple reason that the
persona concerned never attached any
great Importance to It,” replied Nar-
kom, "consequently it was never re
ported to the police. Indeed, I 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
<}eathB 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 eminent judgi* another a mere
draper's clerk, a third a well known
musician, a fourth a green-grocer, a
fifth nil jetor, and so on all down the
list. Some were in the suburbs, oth
ers In the totvn, 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 any had 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. Her
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. I recall
that you said a minute or so ago
that the house is made up of 'flats.’
There must thoreiVre 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 ss.lt! 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, Cleek. 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 caretak'er 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
Foets' 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 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 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
goes",
(Songs 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 his weary flock
away.
Safe folding laggard little ones that
stray.
Bidding them browse aw’hile 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 blossasas sparkle with
her tears,
For gross, foreboding day, which
climbs the East,
Calling the world to work, and fight,
and feast.
The cunning day, the fierce, insistent
hours
/Of human srrlfe 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 calni
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, crescent-
wise,
The moon peers coldly from the
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 reciprocals his feel
ings. That girl is a Russian. Her
name is Vera Viadivoski. She has
ueen in her present positiun 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 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 husband’s 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.
To be Continued To>morrow,
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