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The Dingbat Family Art Is Long and Mr. D. Is Short By Herriman Copyright, 1913. National N*w» AasoeUiion. It’s Trot, Trot, Trot! , r \ Sts. HERE. MARY ANOTHER Pi«TE l (UPOAO WHICH YOUR. ilAS DOIAlG CHINA PAiVT/ME.') VERY ARTIbTICAc I CAtcfe IT Too IT Shows ( I YERV MUCH The SAME. TECKiMITCH of THAT 6*EAT / iOH-HUM YOU RE KlNDA StORAIFUt WITH THAT UHHUH GUN. it, YES SIR, JU5T A WEE BlTTA 3<.ORN 'there! G»W6SS y &cnTA IDEA Youe OLE- /bn Pa pah how cam You Tack /.ike that. To Vour faoR. L >l i daughter, 'cause. Aajheaj You F/ajc> our THat, That is Nor A PA1MT1M&' oaj THAT Pc ATE, Bur ONLY A (_ , \ 5MEAH. OP STRAW BERRY 3AM ) Y. "’ iv if- \Jn* \ r\Ai<V /f By Tad. WA A - -A -—AC t Y'SEE PRB5HIE KNEW IT WAS TAM 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, 1H&OOLOW&?OOZC