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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23. 1013 By Herriman The Dingbat Family Oh, tke Trials of an Aspiring Artist Copyright. 1913. National News Association. By Sterrett ®( D0MT WORRY Au. G»EW\ I j Works OF ART create Jealousy, i-TUey Stole-That great/" NlPAWWNG OF "MOYA L5A.I /&£5t Mt Aaid Alow They destroy/ tSra< vVoor a ay /model ofc^ ft \Trm‘ FEWbWE PESSIMIST ; De6troyi<y& FtoLTRooA; Left/ The impkiNY of A HAWDr 7 which seems Very c FAMILIAR ~ft> WE , MARY/l ^t/tvery fa/miua^i I'M JUSTA Goa/WA TKlT_ You One /More T/Mfc. Put Yea Shirt on !!! fyiiaoiX^ \ 16AIATZES ') By Cliff Sterrett Somebody's Using Them Oopyright, g9l8, National News Association. y'Pteoe Booe! viowy Oojt You u/F4t? Them SlippepS PollV <jiwe You, 1MSTE40 OF PROW/LIW' AROUfJt IW VOUR ‘JrotkWG FECTf VAS, WHY Dwtf l They Di^PPEARtD 1 THE DAY She. i 6Iv/E 'EM To Mt.. 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NOW JUST FOR THAT TOO PRACTISE ALL THE WAY T5 THE, pdfessors house. ee a 606t> < FELLBIt . f, UMU YA there she are t BBBBB OTHER RESULTS WNRY PINKS m' rANOlMfr OF DC CLUBS „ Uu. L. P.C. JNKYS 3 0 IOOO giamts- x i .<*? SpoTMtes* i a OLEAS - 0 3 00t * CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES * Better Than Sherlock Holmes at His Best A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery moiselle, if only one takes time to stand on one s head for a few mo ments once in a while!” And with this enigmatic declara tion he wayed the two plain-clothes men away and signaled mademoiselle to come downstairs with him, where they could talk without danger of being seen or overheard. ham says, and he thinks we ought to be told about it. It’s something to do with figures -written in green chalk on our doorstep. He attaches a dreadful importance to them.' under some strain of repressed ex citement; but he moved away from it as the doctor and his faithful hench man entered, and came round and stood quite close to the young physi cian. This Is Very Serious. “I »ay, you know', Doctor, this is a very serious business,” he said. "Red- way seems to have stumbled upon something of diabolical importance, and wants to put a few serious ques tions to you.’ “To me?” exclaimed Singleton in blank amazement. “Lady Jennifer said it was something to do with green chalk marks on the doorstep, and whatever can a thing like that have to do with me?” “Not a very' great deal. I will admit, Doctor, but we will discuss that after ward," interposed a voice—Cleek’s voice—as the door leading to the hall swung inward; and, looking round n the direction of the sound, both Sin gleton and Lady Jennifer saw' that he was standing upon the threshold, and that a young and beautiful girl was clinging tremblingly to bis aim. The doctor’s eyes had ho mors than fallen upon that girl when all his se riousness dropped from him and he was his old breeiy self again. "Well, I'm blest!” exclaimed he, ad vancing with outstretched hand. "Mademoiselle Vladivoski, by all that’s wonderful! Fancy meeting you again and like that! I haven’t seen you In a dog's age.” "Oh,” said Cleek, blandly "then you admit, Doctor, that you have seen Mile. Viadivoskl before, do you?" Certainly I’ve Seen Her. "Seen her? Certainly I’ve seen her —dozens of times, When I Used to attend the late Sir Gorrell James, you know. Or, rather, you don’t know; for that was when I had the old prac tice—the one I sold when I concluded to buy at Harburton and settle down here. What’s up? What are you driving at" Mademoiselle’s not going to deny that, is she’.”’ "No. The fact is she fancied that you would, though.” “I? Why should IV Great Scott, man! I’ve got nothing to hide about that connection. You can go to the By T. W. HANSHAW Height by Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Medical Society—you or any other man—If you want to, and hunt up my record any day in the week. And it's a jolly clean one. too, I can tell you that; so if you or mademoiselle or anybody else means to Infer that I’d be likely to deny w’here I’ve prac ticed or what I’ve done r “I don’t think we do, doctor,” lhter- posed Cleek. “I think that even mad emoiselle herself is convinced now that she has suspected you falsely. Gently, gently, please—don’t flare up quite so suddenly, you young pepper pot. The fact is, however, that as Sir Norrell James died very sudden ly after a certain green chalk mark was placed upon his doorstep, and Mr. Jennifer has to all appearances been seriously ill and there has been an exactly similar mark put upon this doorstep, and—er—you have been the physician in charge in both cases. * * * Oh, well, there you are. Made moiselle has been tortured with dread lest you might he a secret assassin and has been terrifying Lady Jenni fer by listening at doors to hear and see what you were up to and if you really did have designs upon the ^fe of the man she loves." killed me when first he came here. Monsieur, listen to me? Arrest him ;-in the name of God arrest him. That man, that Dr. Singleton. Mon sieur, he was Sir Gorrell James’ doctor, too, and Sir Gorrell James died; and the unholy chalk mark had been on the doorstep, the same as here. He kills with a smiling face- lie kills and kills and kills, that laughing Englishman with the devil’s heart—and if death comes here, to this house ” “It Won’t, Mademoiselle.’’ "It won’t, mademoiselle,” interposed Cleek, serenely. "The last act in that little drama has been played; the last green chalk mark has been made, and 1 take great pleasure In informing you that neither has anything to do with the affairs of Mr. Richard Jen nifer nor ever had even in the re motest degree. Gently, gently, please. I think I shall have a little surprise fob you, too, as well as for somebody else before we are very many min utes older. Indeed, you would hardly credit how much one can surprise certain classes a* criminals, made- noa /k eye tmani i En- fllnis, i, etc. t for 11 is not necessary.” interposed "You are Mile. Vera Vlad- 8k >. are you not? Stop a bit—I’ll e you a lot of explanation. I )w the story of the green chalk rk ' and the deaths that follow'.” Monsieur! But this is necromancy! av e confessed that to no one and .1st. irfmM 1 , GA. J4MITOR. • ~j A Pain. it is not necessary. You “ seen those marks upon the door- ^ of other houses than this and IJ h ave seen death follow them as follow' here if the murderer not forestalled!” Hit he must be forestalled—he st he must, Monsieur!” she said a Panic. "I know the murderer— n ° w * 1 know! It is that which ; ar!y craz es me to thifik that Lady nr fer will not give me a ehano-e to Why will she not? How has ■turned her against me? How can n °^' when I have been so careful k * e P out of sight? It nearly To Be Continued Te-morrow 4 Bovs Vivian Butts In Once Again A By Tom McNamara tSf J KecMcnd Chitted States Patent Office