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TTTE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. APRIL 21. 1913. : C' r*\ V 1 he Dingbat Family ■'C^rr, f»« Never Criticise the Wrong Artist Copyright, 1913. National New* Association. By Herriman M ‘Bunk's” a Bunk - ----- I >N/VMT Mxj \Tb -SEE., A Alb OF- WHICH ID UKfc. To \ HAve. VfeOH. UMfclASEt) OP/AJIOM ACS' Polly and Her Pals Poor Pa Can’t Hold His Audience Copyright. 1918, National Nawa Association. By Cliff Sterrett i- — , .1.. ■ ■ ^ ^ - - -■ ■ —i ■■■ ■ - ■ -a — i A ' • ' P Us Boys it Skinny Shaner Gets Flustered Registered United States Patent Office By Tom McNamara m “STARFISH Q>\ NdTS PLM A 6A/N, to-day on HOMS GROUNDS ASMNST THE SOUTH Siders THE MAIUEL096 EA6LEB6AK SPRD0e<2 TD PiTchforthe GIANTS, MAYB E. HE MUH? HAVJE TO TAKE A TROM BONE lesson). if %© HET EMItft IS TOO ) MY SWEETHEART ; ANY tyORS 3 ‘ WHY DON'T TOD TAKc TOUR, HANDS OUT OF ,, tCOR POCKETS■J I ARE I ? ) jTAKE YOUR.) -C, /HAT OFF; < I MEAN IS YOU ? DO 'tOO KNOW T THAT TOUR H AlR. ) xjcWBED 7 F j 1 MEAM IS I ? [mY You hade black HAIR, HAVEN'T YOU? I mean isarf. AM- J IS, ARE Yooft. SWEETHEART AM I You IS OR I MEAO' V 1 T PARDOk) ME WHAT , (were 'too Waning , C SKINNY ? JANW SHOCK IE STT SKINNY SHANfeR'S GOOGLY DEPARTMENT siATuesoue poses No io .Tl)RkEY .TROTTER BEFORE ■O’CLOCK OMsool \ K/Ho IS THE HEAVIEST MAN A) THE WORLD? WHY THE FElLOtd um WEIGHS THE MOST* THEY AIN'T MUCH T» ■THAT ONE, is THGY? ^ fi&i&jL t&- Aajjfij. FROM JERRY HOIKS' SISTfR- GRAND STREET. U. S.A THINK THIS FELLER. OUEB .CARELESSLY UIHATs THE- difference SURELY lose ! K— TOMBfc ■ M i —gEsgg*.— . •%. 1 • . .r—j:— — 4&. a A - ...IE66 ? . . _ 1 Better Than Sherlock - Holmes at His Best V_^J L] EEK OF TH1 E FORTY I 7 AC] ^ O A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery By T. W. HANSHAW. opyright by Doubleday, rage & Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Hum-m-m! I see. And the doc- er, does he, too, suspect her of hav- ig something to do with the pa tent's illness?” "Oh, he has never seen her, nor ave 1 mentioned her to him—there eemed no necessity for it. He is a oung physician who has lately set up is plate in our district and is also a lember of my son's club—that is how e and Dick became acquainted. Of ourse. under ordinary circumstances, .e should have called in Dr. Hath- way, our regular family physician, ut Dick was taken rather suddenly t the club, and Dr. Singleton being n hand attended him—indeed, rought him home in his motor—so. f course, we have had him in at- endance ever since.” •Quite so. Dm! Yes! Of course, ind this Dr. Singleton, what manner ,f man is he? Scotch, Irish, Welsh r—" 'Oh, .English—undeniably English, Well born and well bred beyond the shadow of a doubt.” "Well-to-do?” “Extremely. Keeps three moters and paid. 1 have been told, something like 2,000 pmtnds for his practice." “Hum-m-m! Like him?” Altogether Charming. “Very much, indeed. He is, in fact, one of the most genial, cordial, alto gether charming men I have ever met in my life.” “Ah, I see,” said Cleek, stroking his chin. “I never care for ‘charming’ men myself, but, of course, * • Just so! just so! It never does to jump to conclusions. And what, may I ask, does this ‘charming’ young doc tor say is the nature of your son’s illness?. Does he consider it anything serious?” “No, he does not. In fact, he says it is simply an attack of acute gastritis, brought on by Indiscriminate eating There was a banquet on at the club on the night my son was seized. There were lobster cutlets and peach souffle and Neapolitan cream on the menu, and dear Dick is passionately fond of all three; fo of course—” “Oh, yes—good Lord, /yes!. Of course!” interposed Cleek. "That puts quite another complexion on the matter. One more question if you please, Lady Jennifer, and then if you will accept a seat in Mr. Narkom’s limousine, we three will be off to your residence as quickly as possible.” He took out his notebook, doubled back the covers and poised a pencil over a blank page. "Tell me something, please,” he added serenely. “How many flats are there beside your own In the building where you live. Three, eh? Thanks very much. Which is yours?—top, bottom or middle? Mid dle, is it? Quite so. Now, who lives in the one below you?" The Honorable Mrs. "The Honorable Mrs. Flax man- Howe and her three daughters.” “And the one immediately atjov$?" “Major and Mrs. Penvamey—they have no family.” ‘And on the topmost of all?” “Mr. Herbert Batwlck-Spale* anc his man servant. There is no family of course, Mr. Bat wick-Spale being a bachelor. “Young or old?” "Oh, quite old—quite. In the neigh borhood of 70, I should say. He was formerly an eminent Q. C., I believe—- in her late Majesty’s time—but has long since retired, of course.” T HE curious one-sided smile trav eled up Cleek’s cheek, hovered there for a moment and then slid down and was gone. He said nothing, however; merely wen* on writing for a time—halting just once to shrill forth—without looking up—a peculiar whistle that was like the note of a frightened blackbird, and then going on with his scribbling at a rapid rate. He had covered one side of the leaf and was close to the bottom of the other when Dollops put in an ap pearance. Half a Minute, My Lad. "Half a minute, my lad,' said Cleek, without looking up; then, a few mo ments later, he gave the pencil a swift stroke across the paper, tore out the written leaf, doubled It, and beckonel Dollops forward. “Attend to that.’’ he said, putting it into the boy’s hand; “and report, ready for duty, in the neighborhood of Crown Mansions, Holland Park, .is soon as possible. I needn’t tell you not to advertise the fact that you’re loitering about for a purpose. That’s all. Cut along.’’ “Right you are, Guv’ner. Here’.'? where I do a bunk,’ as the sailor said to the for’cas’l,” replied Dollops# then hitched up his trousers and was gone like a shot. . Five minutes later. Lady Jennifer and her two companions left *he bloom-crowded nursery, passed through the little shop and entered the waiting limousine; and directly the door had closed upon them the car swung out into the roadway and —head on, in the direction of Bays- water—took the distance between Chiswick and Holland park at a 20- mile clip. • • • in. When cloae to that select part of Holland Park where Crown Mansions and similar imposing buildings stand, the car halted and for reasons which must be obvious to all—its occupants decided to make the remainder of the Journey afoot. It was perhap# a min ute or two later that they rounded the last turning and came In sight of the palace. It was a substantial but rath er ornate building, standing some dis tance back from the pavement, a low wall, behind which tfas a high hedge, shutting it off from the line of traffic, and a gate at either end giving inaresa to and egress from the semi-circular driveway which led to and from the imposing doorway. And Cleek -en tering with the others through one of these gates— had but Just time to re mark that low doorstep, balustrade and flower urns all were of white marble, when, with a warning “Honk- honk!” a motor horn sounded and swung in at the other gate, and glided noiselessly up the curve of the drive way and halted at the building’s door. A Liveried Chauffeur. In the driver's seat of this elabo rate conveyance sat a liveried chauf feur—young, alert, sharp-eyed and bright-faced—and beside Him, arrayed in livery that matched his own to a half, there was « grave, sedate, elder ly man with a bag on his knees and both hands folded placidly over it. He rose and alighted, this second man, and went round and opened the vehi cle’s door as it stopped, and Lady Jen nifer had no more than said, “It is Dr. Singleton’s motor! How glad lam to get back in time,” when there is sued from that door—or. rather, jumped down from it in an excess of animal spirits—as bonny a specimen of a healthy, happy, care-free young Briton as one might hope to see. He was about to spring up the step and run indoors when he caught sight of Lady Jennifer, but instantly al tered his intention and. brushing aside the elderly man with the bag, faced round and hurried to her. "I say# I am glad you’ve come back at last, Lady Jennifer—I’ve had no end of a rough time of it since you’ve been gone.” he said, with a bright, breezy laugh. “Who the dickens have you got sitting with Dick? The beggars wouldn’t let me in when I made my regulation call this after noon. Old Dick, he was In a wax too! I could hear him giving them Jip for not opening the door; but they said you’d give them orders not to. so it was no go. What in the world was that for?” To Bo Continued To morrow. / I JHOulOi V ' ) Become r Ntitxthd FolfROlA/£& f MB1 QjHAT IS l \ T>4<J - A \ 1 M.AR^THOL' frJJ • C A wT KEie? < op AuL DA»V- ( ' 1 4