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If her happiness i a father or a jgh for her to who is some- e great and o are self*- enjoy the dependence her mother, jr lecture the greater h a rarity, a fine way 1 iiouF while ' lover ie evenings mother will j ?n her wis- 3he will not is as if she ting in fielf- She will lately and w’hile be ler, ebe has •ines* with- a girl attract! •ains herself to comes. iionery ITS THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23. 1013. Oh, the Trials of an Aspiring Artist By Herriman Polly and Her Pals Somebody's Using Them Oopyrifht. jp918. National News Aaaodaticm. VAS. Pont it) well, how/ TMEV DISAPPEARED’'‘ 4eotJ I '^ LKL 'THe D/V/ Sue. G\\AL 'EM 'to Ml . [old Suppers, >u'-T TMEV Good EWOU6H For Sbu? Tmevrl 6ood ENOUGH BUT WHERE z4RE They? 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I_ _ THAT TOO PRACTICE ALL .THE UJAY, T& THE PDFESSOBJ TR/*; RA - ^ cr^ *~o*: 600GCi DEPARTMENT UIUIAM, BE A 6000 FELLER , WILL YA iHE'f SHRIMP there she < ARE! > III) VOD RE CWEAT/n; YOU ,y PEEKED 1 " 2 <r, COilsf^lT' READe*. SPOKANE WASH. UiHAj~ RUNS ACROSS TH£, TWWll COUNTRY WITHOUT M0W/V6? ft That Fire Escape By Sterrett STATUESQUE poses no \i ^ "THE , CHAMPION) 11 Ain't so fat uiiTH MT CLOTHES OFF ARE I F i ^ *>*• Qmuyvi i hihaTs m difference BETWEEN A SPON6E AMO A Ed 6? WELL, SUPPOSING YOUR MOTHER SENT YOU TD THE STORE Tt> 6£TA E6C WOULD YOU BRING HER A SPONGE ? CoUPSfe NOT SKJLY! //jG/teiL tlr-dboj/fcj C Q AAA * IBetter Than Sherlock iHolmes at His Best CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery By T. W. HANSHAW. IPvright by Doubleday, Page & Co. I'l O-DAY ’S INSTALLMENT. is not necessary,” interposed ‘‘You are Mile. Vera Vlad- Mki, are you not? Stop a bit—I’ll r’ e you a lot of explanation. I r w the story' of the green chalk krk.« and the deaths that follow.” [Moi sieur! But this Is necromancy! fave confessed that to no one and | Again, it is not necessary. Y'ou ' e se ^n those marks upon the door- of other houses than this and 1^ have seen death follow them as [ v follow here if the murderer ■ not forestalled!” | R, tt he must be forestalled—he r ?t he must, Monsieur!” she said [ a Panic. “I know the murderer— n0TV - I know! It is that which ' razes me to think that Lady will not give me a chance to ‘'A’hy will she not? How has Hurried her against me? How can now when 1 have been so careful of algrht? It nearly 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— he kills and kills and kills, that laughing Englishman with the devil's heart—and if death comes here, 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 I 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, jl think I shall have a little surprise for 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 oi criminals, made 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 waved the two plain-clothes men away and signaled mademoiselle to come downstairs with him, where they could talk without clanger 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 dreadful importance to them.” It was twenty minutes later. Un der the soothing influence of a mild sedative the patient had dropped off to sleep, and Dr. Singleton and Flan- nigan were making ready to depart whan Lady Jennifer, who had been aunuxitmed from the room for a mo ment before, appeared in the door way of a passage leading to an ad joining apartment and beckoned the doctor to bar agitatedly. ‘‘Is he sleeping?” she inquired in a whisper, as she glanced over at her son. ‘‘Oh. T am so thankful! Can you spare a moment before you go? My friend Mr. Redway, whom we left be low whefi we came up, has discovered something startling, Mr.- Mark- EALLY? That’s rum! Yes, certainly I can spare time. Flannigan, look out you don’t drop that blessed vial or you'il smash every medicine vial in it. And while you are over there, just shade that light a trifle more—it shines on Mr. Jennifer’s face. All right,” ne added, nodding smilingly to her lady, ship. “Show the way, please, and let us go and hear what on earth can be so terribly important about this green chalk affair.” And then, following her lead, walked down the carpeted pas sage with swift unsoundlng steps and passed with her into a dimly lit room which evidently did duty for a library and sitting room combined—Flanni- gan following, as ever, in his wake like a close-w'atc’ning guardian spirit. There was yet another door to the room—a door leading out into the main hallway—and before that Mr. Narkom stood, shifting uneasily, as if under some strain of repressed ex citement; but he moved away from it as the doctor and his faithful henen- man entered, and came round and stood quite close to the young physi cian. This Is Very Serious. ”1 say, 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 sail 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—deck'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 thresholi, and that a young and beautiful girl was clinging tremblingly to £ua arm The doctor’s eyes had no more than fallen upon that girl when all bis se riousness dropped from him and he was his old breezy self again. “Well, I’m blest!” exclaimed he. ad vancing with outstretched hand. ''Mademoiselle Viadlvoski, 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. Viadivoski 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?” ‘ Xo. Th ! e 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 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 where I’ve prac ticed or what I’ve done ” *T don’t think we do, doctor,” inter posed Cleek. ”1 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 Xorrell 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 111 and there has bpen an exactly similar mark put upon this doorstep, and—er—you have been the phy sician in charge in both cases • * * Oh, well, there you are. Made moiselle has been tortured with dread lest you might be 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 life of the man she loves.” To Be Continued To-morrow. HE ¥ to W\ 13 IE r W Ic 1 1 j JANITOR-- j 'T' , ■Hh,. ^Cdr Whitehall