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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, APRIL 19, 1913.
The Dingbat Family Ar L and shav J ng Mag ‘ Dont Mix By Herriman
Copyright. 1913, Xsti.mal N>w» AriocUtlon
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i A PAIR OF PANTS AND A WHOLE C=^r
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ME ?
By Tom McNamara
FAe Marvelous One Gets In Bad
1913, National News Association.
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HE'i EMPIRE,
MAKE HIM ,
LET 60, HES
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IF THE MARVELOUS
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(THAT'S WHEN HIS
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CHEESE FACTORT LIKE
A HOUSE ON FIRE ?
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THE PAPER, SEE ~-l
THE SOONER TOO PUT
‘EM 00r THE BETTER.
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TO BE TROUBLE. THE MARVELOUS
eagle beak sprdder’s kid
■STEP BISTER VIVIAN IS BACK
ON THE JoB- GOO* Bl !
FROM
EDNA BLAIR- ClTY
mo IS THE HEAVIEST
MAW I/O THE U/HOLE
WORLD ?
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CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES «
A Detective Story of Thrilling
Interest, Love and Mystery
Better Than Sherlock
Holmes at His Best
guards Without raring for the wives j : ween hi» tfmmb and forefinger and'
they widowed or the children they j stood looking, with fixed ejVs and
orphaned. ,That’s not patriotism: j puckered brows, at the far end of th*>
that’s cowardly murder; and murder- | summer house, and for a time mu I
efs who a^re found guilty in iny court I neither movement nor sound. So he
shall hang, so help me Ood!' A stren- was still standing when, a little later,
uous time that, Mr. Narkom; but he Lady Jenriitv4 came hurrying down
stood his ground like a hero and the path and, catching sight of Mr.
never flinched, though many a flung Narkom, stepped in and joined him.
stone struck him and his face was cut Ig This Mr Headland?
and bleeding: in a dozen places. The
timely arrival of the police saved him •’ * s J ^ r - Head-
from death that day If ever it sav^d land of whom you^spoke?” she ask -d
any man. If the constables had been agitatedly; and, scarcely waiting to
one minute later the mob would hav" introduced, walked over to < 'leek
had him down and hundreds of boot and laid an imploring hand upon his
hVels would have been stamping the sleeve. "Oh, Mr. Headland, come lo
life out of him. And after weathering rny rescue- have my son!” she ap-
all that he was doomed to die twenty Pealed, distractedly. "Mr. Narkom
years later by the hand of a sneaking teBs me you are wise, you are clever,
criminal in a common, low-down stab- - vou arf ‘ wonderful. Oil. put all your
in-the-baclc game which has anarcnv thought and heart and strength into
and green grocers, tailors and a Rus- d# * a-r task and sav«* my boy t\ r
sian girl mixed up in the vulgar tan- l,ie before it is too late! If they kill
gie of it! Sic transit gloria. Murrdi! £ im thoso ^ibilists; if that girl gets
‘Imperial Caesar, dead and turned to ^ l ' rn ‘ n S P*‘‘' n ? T ^e guard Mr.
clay, might stop a hole to keep the Narkom ^ kind ' pi;*< <d over his
wind away!'” door—”
His voice dropped off; ',e took ids "Calm yourself. Lady Jennifer," in -
elbow tn his palm and his chin be- terrupted fleck, gently. "You can
Andrew Murchison, tailor, age fifty- it an honor. ‘Old Flintskin’j^ve of
six; Guy Hadlow. musician, age fifty- the underworld used to call him—as
nine; Arthur Lavigne, actor, age for- hard as flint on all evil-doers and
ty-nine; Joseph Stringer, draper’s afraid of nothing that walked or
clerk, age fifty-one’—Hum-m-m! Ap- breathed. I was in the crowd on that
pear all of them to have been getting memorable day of twenty years ago
along in years, I see. ‘Walter Mason, when he did his duty in the fa~e of a
architect, age fifty-five; Philip Wes- thousand threats and curses and
terton, author, age seventy; Sir Gor- never turned a hair when he came
rell James, baronet. Judge of the out of court and faced hundreds of
High—Scotland: Not the great Gor- yelling demons Who were thirsting
rell James, was it? Old ‘Do-your- for the blood of him."
duty-James' as he used to be called "Mean the time of the big riot, don’t
whrti he was on the circuit?” you. after he’d sentenced those two
-Ye* the same man. You may Fenian leaders to drath for endeavor-
recollect that he was seized with a ‘"K to blow up the palace while her
fainting Itt at his club some eight or lttte Majesty was in evidence? Gad!
ten months ago and was carried home that was a time He got his title for
unconscious lie died the next morn- the stand he took then,
ing. 1 learned from the butler that Stuck to Hig GuHS.
the green 317 had been noticed on the .. , ,. . . . .. . ,
8 , . , , "You should have seen him stick to
doorstep a week or so before. It was
Sir Gorrell’e sister who identified bis guns when those fanatics crowd-
Vera Vladivoski when she found her e< * round him yelling. They re not
in Lady Jennifer’s service. You re- murderers, they’re -patirots and ye lie
member the Judge then, do you, when S'* sa 5' they’re not Patriotism
Ploek''” dies when cowardice begins,’ he flung
Bather! I rubbed elbow's with him back at them. T he> struck not only
many a, time in the old days; though at a Queen, but at a woman and a
I dure say he wouldn’t have thought 4 mother, and they killed two innocent
upon my doing my utmost, and I think
1 can safely promise you that no last
ing harm will come to your son. M
Narkom has been telling me tiu story
of the alTuitt ,,but there are a few
points 1 must have from you. first
of all, what makes you suspicious of
Mile. Vladlvoski’s connection with the
case? Do you dislike her?”
“Jo the contrary. I have, hereto
fore, loved her. She has been almost
a daughter to me. I had grown to
belie\e and to hope that she would
be a real one in time. My son love.-*
her. But since the beginning of this
horrible affair * * * Oh. you can
understand, 1 am sure. I have be hi
afraid to dismiss her. to let her think
that. I have mo much as the vaguest
suspicion, but I have, by tact and
canning, kept her from getting into
the room where my boy lies. Never
theless. 1 have thrice had positive
evidence that she listens at the door
v.’hfn 1 am v. l h him ami the :<*
Hum-m-m! 1 see, 1 see! Certainly
there is a suggestion of a possible
connection, but still . Mr. Nar-
kom!"
"Yes, old chap?"
"Any marks on the bodies of the
victims? Or weren’t you able to find
out?”
"Oh. I inquired, of course. But
there seems to have been no distinc
tive mark which could serve as a pos
sible connection. The men did not
all die in the same way. Two were
found drowned, a third was run
down by a motor and accidentally
killed, and a fourth was stabbed in
a street brawl- that was the Liver
pool chaj). The other five died in
their beds and apparently from nat
ural causes—although all were smit
ten suddenly and death followed with
great speed.”
“I See. Nine of Them.”
"Hum-m-m!, 1 see. Nine of them,
eh? Of course you made a list of the
names? T thought so. Let’s have a
look at it. Thanks very much. ‘James
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & <
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
There were not—but Mr. Narkom*
did not disturb the silent search for
them by so much as a word or a
movement. He bided his time in si
lence and was by no means surprised
w’hen, of a sudden, Cleek spoke again.
"But why green chalk?" he said,
as if asking the question of somebody
or something hidden in the top of the
summer hyuse. "Why not red?
That’s the point! Red is the color of
Anarchy—why not that? And why
any mark of any color? Your Nihilist
doesn't do business in that manner as
a general thing. He usually strikes
first and gives the sign afterward.
And 317—why, in particular. 317?
And why green chalk? Stop a bit!
Monday, Tuesday. Wednesday
Hum-m-m! I should say not; deci:i
edly I should say not. How about
A B. C.? Pah! Bad job, bad job!
Too' plain, too silly and—too short;
yes, a deial too short. Well, then,
January, February, March • • • •
Trt’ SCORE THREE T T I
HUH? LOOK,TH'SCORE'S
TWELVE t two, WOT?
To Be Continued Mond
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