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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, APRIL 10. 101
By Herriman
The Dingbat Family
Art and Shaving Mugs Don’t Mix
National Newa Association.
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The Marvelous One Gets In Bad
1013, National Newa Association.
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* CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
A Detective Story of Thrilling
Interest, Love and Mystery
w. HANSHAW
Andrew Murchison, tailor, ape fifty-
six; Guy Hadlow. musician, age fifty-
nine; Arthur l^avigne, actor, ape for
ty-nine; Joseph Stringer, draper’s
clerk, age fifty-one' Hum-m-m! Ap
pear all of them to have been getting
along in years, I see. ‘Walter Mason,
architect, age fifty-five; Philip Wes-
terton. author, age seventy; Sir Gor-
rell .lames, baronet. Judge of the
High Scotland! Not the great Gor-
rell James, was it? Gold ‘Do-your-
duty-James’ as he used to he called
when he was on the circuit?”
“Yes--the same man. You may
recollect that he was seized with a
fainting tit at his club some eight or
ten months ago and was carried home
unconscious. He died the next morn
ing. I learned from the butler that
the green 317 had been noticed on* the
doorstep a week or so before It w*as
Sir GorrelTs sister who identified
V era Yiadivoski when she found her
in Ij&dy Jennifer's service. You re-
Gleek?”
member the Judge then, do you,
“Rather! 1 rubbed elbows with him
I many a time in the old days; though
1 dare say he wouldn't have thou^M
it an honor. “Old Flintskin* we of
the underworld used to call him as
hard as flint on all evil-doers and
afraid of nothing that walked or
breathed. I was in the crowd on that
memorable day of tyenty years ago
when he did his duty in the face of a
thousand threats and curses and
never turned a hair when he acme
out of court and faced hundreds of
yelling demons who were thirsting
for the blood of him.''
Mean the time of the big riot, don't
you. after he'd sentenced those two
Fenian leaders to death for endeavor
ing to blow up the palace while her
late Majesty was in evidence? Gad!
that w r as a time! He got his title for
the stand he took then’’
Stuck to His Guns.
"You should have seen him stick to
his guns when those fanatics crowd
ed round him yelling. "They're not
murderers, they're patirots and ye lie
when ye say they’re not." "Patriotism
dies when cowardice begins," he flung
back at them ‘They struck not only
at a Queen hjit at a woman and a
4M*iuer, and they killed two innaevm
guards without caving for the wives
they widowed or the children they
orphaned. That’s not patriotism;
that’s cowardly murder; and murder
ers w ho are found guilty in my court
shall "hang, so help me God!’ A stren
uous time that, Mr. Narkom; but he
stood his ground like a herb and
never flinched, though many a flung
stone struck him and his face was out
and bleeding in a dozen places. The
timely arrival of the police saved him
from death tljftt day If ever it saved
any man. If the constables had been
one minute later the mob would have
had him down and hundreds of boot
heels would have been stamping the
life out of him. And after weathering
all that he was doom^fl to die twenty
years later by the hand of a sneaking
criminal In a common. low-down stab-
in-the-baok game which has anarchy
and green grocers, tailors and a Rus
sian girl mixed up in the vulgar tan
gle of it! Sic transit gloria Mundi!
"Imperial Caesar, dead and turned to
clay, might stop a hole to keep the
wind away!’”
His voice dropped off; he took fs
e’.Uuw iu his palm and his chin be
tween his thumb and forefinger and
stood looking, with fixed eyes and
puckered brows," at the far end of the
summer house, and for a time made
neither movement nor sound.. So he
was still standing when, a. little later,
I>ady Jennifer came hurrying down
the path and, catching sight of Mr,
Narkom, stepped in and joined him.
Is This Mr. Headland?
upon my doing" my utmost, and I think
I can safely promise you that no last
ing harm will come to your son. Mr.
Narkom hns betn telling me the story
of the affair, but there are a few
points I must have from you. First
of all, wiiat makes you suspicious of
Mile. Vjadivoski’s connection with the
case? Do you dislike her?"
""To the contrary, I have, hereto
fore, loved her. She lias been almost
a daughter to me. 1 had grown to
believe and to hope that she would
he a real one in time. My son loves
her. But since the beginning of this
horrible affair * * * oh. you can
understand, I am sure. I have been
afraid to dismiss her, to let her tliink
that I have so much as ^he vaguest
suspicion, but I have, by tact anil
cunning, 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
w hen 1 am with him and the doctor is
there.”
Doubleday. Page .ft f
t inti of a possible
fill . . Mr. Nar-
, I There were not but Mr. Narkom
Jiiid not disturb the silent search for
I them by so much as a word or a
* movement. He bided his time in si-
Jlence and was by n,o means surprised
Ijvhen, of a sudden, (Meek spoke again.
1 “But why green chalk"” he Mid,
Ins If asking the question of somebody
Jin something hidden in the top of the
{summer house. “Why not red?
* That’s the point! Red is the color of
I Anarchy—why not that- And why
* any mark of any color? Your Nihilist
‘ doesn't do business in that manner as
, fNgeneral thing. He usually strikes
* prr.t and gives the sign afterward.
;^»nd 317—why. in particular. 317?
why green chalk? Stop a bit!
Monday. Tuesday, Wednesday . . .
Hum-m-m! I should say not; deci
dedly I should say not. How about
kA. B. C? Pah! Bad job. bad Job!
Bkp plain, too silly and too short;
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AT TH’ BALL <5AME,EH?
Tri' SCORE THREE T’T !
HUH? LOOK,TH'«5CORE'<5
TWELVE * t’ two, WOT?
“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 I Liver
pool chap. 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.’’
“Is this he? is this the Mr. Head
land of whom you spoke?” she asked
agitatedly; and. scarcely waiting to
be introduced, walked over to Cleek
and laid an imploring hand upon his
sleeve. “Oh, Mr. Headland, come to
ray rescue—save my son!” she ap
pealed, distractedly. “Mr. Narkom
tells me you are wise, you are clever,
you are wonderful. Oh, put all your
thought and heart and strength into
this dear task and save my boy for
me before it is too late! If they kilt
him, those Nihilists; if that girl gets
to him in spite of the guard Mr.
Narkom has kindly placed over iiis
door—”
“Calm yourself, Lady Jennifer.” in-
terrupted Cleek, gently, “You can rely
very much. .lames
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