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F m ^ THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY. APRII 23. 1913. The Dingbat Family Oh, the Trials of an Aspiring Artist By Herriman Copyright. 1918, National N*wa Association. I'M JUSTA GOV/VA Tfeu_ \ YOU Ofl/6 MORE. T/MB. : PUT VfcR 5MIW ON !!! m ( DoNT~WORkY MA WAH" Au. GflEAr) ^ But in This CASE, The Aar) vO /DEt !h>M ) 'works of art create JeacoosyJ ! Destroying- FbcTRoow Left, / \\ KTHey Stole That great r \rvn_ j TRe. (aipaia/T of A HAWDr' PAlMT/MG OF "MONA LISA,/ \ WHICH SEEMS VERY C and Alow They destroy, YOUR a AY MODEL OF. Feajsnl Fessmi YP) FAMILIAR TO me , AtA&yyt ~]VERY FAMlUftR, Polly and Her Pals .t; 4 Somebody's Using Them ODpjnght, £918. National News Association. By Cliff Sterrett EE GoDS\ MA _ I Told VriMe 46iw ■ Hot To kBONU TMEM JhA^TLY LAUUDRV AS BuTtof/5 iTWt FLOOR? U V'Pooe Booe! \#wy Dorir Vbu 10E4R TUeM SlippecS PDU.V (Twc You, instead of PROWLIN' AROUWI IN VOOR ^tocwa/6 FEETJ ”7 why Doni l They disappeared 1 TJkE DAY She. Ghjtl 'em Tb HE. f j WELL, HOW rABOUT VER old Slippers Wy they Good THOUGH For Nbu? r tmevre 6ooo ENOUGH BUT 'WHERE /4RF TheV? \ That's ail i \JMNUA kKlOT/ WHERE HAVE They Went ; Sfcu Douir MEAN To imSimuate THAT AHVBOOYS Took vYr GoodFEpMoThin' *^LipperS DO You? 1 AlHT INSINUATIN' NUThiH’! But < r~J ~:jS (Gff- —ait— W w l Js Boys m Vivian Butts In Once Again lUgMered ttaitad St ate* Patent Offta* By Tom McNamara 1711! :xtuk p$ A I-HAME UU6 [ANT o<£ RED; MK KARFISH' WANTS LOSE 1 - 43 To 17 r A6L£BEAK Lsprodeb. Nor ON THE to, that's why! I other results INKY DINKS W/N 1 . ■ OF D« CU)8S . . Utf.L. P.C. MW 3 o iOOOf ant $ * 1 I .<*? ties i a Hw EA<‘ 0 3 0« EA61EBEAKS KID STEP SISTER UtyiAW IS LIABLE TO BS AROUND TO- \DA"1 TO STOP HIM ' FROM PLAY IN BALL. IF YQP SPOT HER TELL JJSLT f^ 0 I CATCHEDYOD PLAYIN' HOOKEY FROM YOUfT/ 1 V TRA RA lZl*6s* * Gr u *l! Ton)BONE" LESSON. NOW JUST FOR THAT" YOU PRACTICE ALL E YJA^, TD THE PS FES! S HOUSE- rv VIUIAtf. BE A 6000 FELLER . WILL YA % BBBBB umTb^ SHRIMP there she ARE 1 . ' ■ J r l:ZL-3& rx. “zr - \VU YOO RE OHEAT/n; You ,y PEEKED !> SKINMT SHANER'S 60caT department <TAToEY?i)E t 1 J p°^ £& /IVT^y no 'Ll ^ THE CHAMPION <" | Ain’t SO FAT with /*n cloThls OFF ARE I ? > <2%tuih4fl I| WHATs 7HF D!fFERf/Y<£ BETWEEN a SP0N6E AND A E&G? WEU y SDPP3S/N6 YOUR MOTHER SENT YOU TD THE STORE To 6Si A EGC WOULD YOD BRING HER A SPONGE ? CoUIPSfc NOT SILLY ! UAtotfa, tlr-ddJ/fcj qotJSTAwr READeR SPOKANE uj ASH. HiHAT Rl COUNTRY DUS ACROSS we, WITHOUT M0U//V6F tetter Than Sherlock lolmes at His Best CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery That Fire Escape By Sterrett \ 1 IDSS, 171 SK r" I i k C- By T. W. HANSHAW. aright by Doubleday, Page & Co. fO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. I 1 not necessary/’ interposed You are Mile. Vera Vlad- are you not? Stop a bit—HI f you a lot of explanation. I the story of the green chalk ps and the deaths that follow. ’ ponsieur! But this Is necromancy! r Ve confessed that to no one and it is not necessary. You I* ?fl en cc*ose marks upon the door- °f other houses than this and 1 have seen death follow them as follow here if the murderer ot forestalled!” ut he must be forestalled—he P he must. Monsieur!” she said 1 Panic, "i know the murderer— I know! It is that which rly cr azes me to think that Lady will not give me a chance to will she not? How has her against me? How can . when 1 have been so careful r fte P out, oX sight? 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 laiighing Englishman with the devil’s heart—and if death comes here, to this house ” ‘'It Won’t, Mademoiselle.” "It won't, mademoiselle,” Interposed Cleelt, 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 neitheT 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 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 of criminals, made- moiselle, if only one takes time to stand on one's heakl 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 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 dreadful Importance to them ' «R. IV. 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- nlgan were making ready to depart when Lady Jennifer, who bad been summoned from the room for e mo ment before, appeared la the door way of a passage leading to an ad joining apartment and beckoned the doctor to her agitatedly. "Is he sleeping?” she tntpiired in a whisper, as she glanced orer at her son, "Oh, 1 am so thankful: Can you spare a moment before you go? My friend Mr. Redway, whom we left be low when we came up. has disc overed aomethinp^ startling, Mr.—er—Mark- EALLY? That’s rum! Yes, certainly I can spare time. Flannigan, look out you don’t drop that blessed vlsl or you'!l 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. AH 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, ss ever, in his wake like a close-watching 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 hench man entered, and came round and stood quite close to the young physi cian. This Is Very Serious. “I 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. "I/ady Jennifer said it was something to do with green chalk marks on the doorstep, and whatever -can a thing like that hare 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 in the direction of the sound, both Sin gleton and Lady Jennifer saw that he was standing upon the threshold, and that a young an^ beautiful girl was clinging 'r<*mt>Lu£i4 turn, The doctor's eyes had no more than fallen upon that girl when all his 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 Viadivoeki, 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. Viadlvoski 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 1? Great Scott, man! I've got nothing to hide about , Uaai fceaAficUua. 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 w'hat I’ve done ” "I don’t think we do, doctor,” inter 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 vfery sudden ly after a certain green chalk mark was plact-d upon his doorstep, and Mr. Jennifer has to all appearances been seriously 111 and there has been an exactly similar mark put upon this doorstep, and—er—you have been Lie physician in charge in both cast*. • * • 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." /! JAMlTOR.. To Bo Continuad To-morrow. -v, -rftp >v v<fr Whitehall Ess"