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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. j\ Am MRV,' i Aim iajdeed aA /-MOST HAm'iADV, I'VE TAKEN ) That cheap AMD PeffFfecuy CH_ love’ -wasv, Lome is the. V. SUUfET THEME OE MM ART, / 0V HIS RAiOE BLADE I PAlWTEty A CUPID At REST, Oh i+IScr 6HAVIN6 BRUSH I P-A/AltED A s \ CUPID RAM r ANT, OKI HIS Mix, A CUPID COUCHAAiT, A-VD/*' \ ON N/S .'MIRROR' THE/ DEAREST OTOE. ( Cupid thUFPLlAN'r \ \~YOU EVER ) 'And ihSatn IwAb The ^ Theme ma, mah of DECORATION'S 1 » 1 ^ - 7 /NOU SEEM 15 I BE. UtfOSUAUV cCfcyous Today V HA-MAH — jRDWAay chaving set of Sfcua\ PAS', AA/D -MADE IT A TH/Atoy" OP stEAT amd Pare d— BEAOty WITH MV PAlMTlMG/ what 01D YOU , 5AYTH5C0RE ft-—, m.'/mtoAY? TH ^1 you' LIKE ball <5AMES,D0W’T YOU? I SHOULD -AY YOU CANT I6NAT2" L /you see its A Swedish operas sure , EOT i\ CoucD NT c__ \OW DE R.STA N t> Tfey This on vYooft. 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THE MARUELOOS EAGLE 8EAK SPRUOER’S k>0 STEP SISTER VMM*AM IS BACK on the Joe- 600-Br! • PROfO EDNA BLAIR- CLlY me IS THE HEAVIEST N)AW /At THE U/HOLE WORLD ? pM H)Qaoara ""Better Than Sherlock "Hofmes at His Best * 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; •■‘■■I V , : F' or 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 000000002 000000012 NY- BKLYN f th Tli e you lougrht anks ’ kccnei