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I THE ATLANTA fiKOROTAX AND NEWS. TUESDAY. APRIL 22. 191.°,. » — The Dingbat Family Another Moment and Goodbye to the Old Man J$y Heirimail Copyright. 1013, International New* Swrric#. /IT Dcwt Look Humaa/„ > it Aimt Artistic, so i josrj &OT A HUA1CM ITS AA»THtR^L ONE. OP THt. WIPES CiAV STATUES ! S AAJb A /MltoHTy CHEAP LooKiNty BiTr y ' OP SCULPTURE I CALLS >T/— “HEAP HtADN Cheap fcAvK Cheap Legs Cheap Fee~ Tie Pti;«BiMc , bit Dit>, i.Ah\ ' >XJ GIVE ME THH Candv them quick /.ike Amv Thw& Mju BE-COWlfc A V PhilAmThRoPIST U6WATZ. WV EVE I wools Give For, To' WHAT IT IS A PhiiAMThAoPi^t- (Do Vou Kmouj uuhat a (_ \ PHILAAJTHftOPlST IS " 77 KiAiV r Here y&j have camcv l HAVE AJ£)WE — TPAV TOLtt Tis ujeu_ . i L. . Wll/t Demomstrate^ \ Tt To Vfeu - r ' Polly and Her Pals Anyway, They Made a New Map Copyright. 1913, International Now* Serrlca. By Cliff Sterrett Us Boys Skinny Sfianer Will Never Be a Ladies' Man Registered United States Patent Office By Tom McNamara OOSH EMILY on the level, I lode tan 8l)T 6EE, I AIN’T GOT MO TIME ^ '»T A f| ■ m TO SLAP EAGLE BEAK QNj the JauoJ AND BESIDES, UIE NEED HIM OW THATt THERE TEAM OF ODRN ALL RI6HT, ALL RI6HT IF TOD DON'T lii,ANT TO ) believe me tod don't have to, I’hj THROD^ - ' (, skin-nev7 600-61 ! J CO ME AWO. 6E JOLLY. | AIN'T MAD, SAT S3METH/N' NICE sAT ME ! j T 16 MY NOSE RED I - CVOAJMV ? « AUJ DONT TRY to) K»0 AT ME KID! SKINNY SHANER'S 6006LY DEPARTMENT 6IATUES0DE POSES NO. TO. THE BALANCER lit takes a CLEVER. CHAP TO DO THIS OHE) G/muUito (ty&ubufi’ WHAT RUNS ACROSS THE country umThouTmou- ;N6? - RAILROAD TRACKS,OU)'foR RAIL* ROAD TRACKS, i SHODU> SAY I FROM HERB CARRI6A/J SALT LAKE CITY-UTAH- O/HAT COMES 7UHCF JV A /MOMENT, once IN A M/NO Hr, BUT aJEOEA IN A 7W006AND YEARS? ml. . w.. a mm — answer to-morrow- a CLEEK OF THE FORTY 1 ^ \ ^ ^ A Detective Story of Thrilling . / Interest, Love and Mystery By T W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, Page A Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. "I was ao afraid he would get up and so out if I didn’t—you know how headstrong he is," said Lady Jennifer, rising to the occasion; and then adding, with a non-committal sweep of the hand, “Two gentlemen, two old friends I met, just coming to make a call.” "Pleased to meet you.” replied Dr. Singleton, airily. “I say, shan't we go In, Lady Jennifer? It's—par don? Old Dick? Oh, right as rain, Mr—er—I’m afraid I didn’t catch the name,” "Redway,” replied Cleek. serenely. "A friend of the late Sir Qilbert’a. Haven’t seen young Dick since he was In pinafores." "Great scott! Oh, well, you’ll find a howling change In him since then, I promise you." said Dr. Singleton, as they all moved along in the direc tion of the house. “Fine chap, though—spiffing: one of the best. If job were to search the country over from Cornwall up to—ugh!” The sentence ended abruptly and with a sharp out-throwing of the breath, indicative of both surprise and alarm; for he had, whilst speak ing. trodden on a smooth, round pebble in the driveway which, turn ing under his foot, had upset his equilibrium and would, but for the timely Intervention of hts elderly as sistant, harve sent him sprawling to the ground. But the old fellow, see ing him sway, dropped the bag, ran with amazing fleetness across the in tervening space and caught him be fore he fell. ‘‘Are Ye Hurted?” “God’s truth, sir, sty ye hurted V he asked In a tone of great anxiety-— displaying an Interest ao Intense that, in these degenerate days when the old-time servant who took hts master's woee ae hls own. Is almost as extinct as the Dodo, Cleek had good ground for screwing round and looking at him. "Not in the slightest,” his master answered with a laugh. ”1 ought to have had my glasses on and then I'd have seen that wretched thing. That's the worst of being near sighted Heaven only knows what I shall do. Plannlgan. If ever you leave me. That's about the twentieth time you've saved me from barking my shins in the past month. Never mind stopping to brush me down, you dear old footler. Just get the bag and the other things and toddle along up stairs—I’ll be there presently. Fine old chap." he added enthusiastically, turning to Cleek as the old man touched his finger to his forehead and walked away, picking up’the bag and going indoors as he had been bidden. “Best I ever had. Spry as a young ster and true as steel.” "Look* it.” commented Cleek, se renely. "Had him long?" "No—Just a little over six weeks. Understands doctors’ work to a T. Been with dozens of them In his time—been all over the world, in fact; America, Australia, South Africa —everywhere.” "Doesn't seem to have rubbed down his native brogue, though, does It? Donegal for a ducat—and they breed some loyal stock In County Donegal! Pardon your ladyship? No, not Just this instant—I’ll be up very shortly, however. I want to have a look round before the light fades. Dear me, dear me! what changes in my short time! I scarcely recognize the place” And stood looking about at this house and at others, as the rest left him and went Indoors ... In a minute, however, he was pre pared to rejoin them, and walking up to the doorway, started to enter the house when his eye was attracted by something immediately In front of blm. It was the lingering evidence of the figures which once had been marked upon the marble doorsteps. The efforts of a foolish servant trying to wash them away had been attended with disastrous results. The effect of water on the green pigment with which the chalk had been col ored added to the porous nature of marble had set them so that time alone might wear them away; and. paler and less pronounced than in the beginning, of course, there they were stili—thusl A “Hum-m-m!” said Clack, reflective ly. as he looked at them; then walk ed up the steps and moved toward the door, turned and looked back at them and was very still for a mo ment or two. By this time, the evening darkness was beginning to settle down; the doctor’s motor had left—with order* to come back for him at a stated time—and that quiet which descends upon eminently respectable resi dential quarters with the coming of night was falling upon this one. Right As a Trivet. The curious temile had again looped up one corner of Cleek’s mouth, when, of a sudden, it was banished by the sound of some one In the distance softly whistling "God Save the King.” The smile vanished like a flash; he looked round over the angle of hls shoulder to see If there was anybody watching from the hall way behind him. realized that there was not and. switching about sud denly. darted down the circular drive, got out through the lower gate and found Dollops, "Right ae a trivet, Gov’ner,” he said in a swift, low voice as Cleek came up with him. "There’s the whole four teen names, sir, on this 'ere bit of pwper and there’s t’other ’un below. My hat! but It’s a fair cop. What’s my next move, sir? Stop 'ere or trickle away?” “Nip round the corner, Lennard’B there. Gat Into the limousine and ■wait,” said desk; and facing round again, with the bit of paper in his hand, want back to the house and entered it. On the dim landing at the head of the staircase which led to Lady Jennifer’s flat, he came upon two figures standing back In the shadow and maintaining an unbroken silence. They were the two plain clothes men Mr. Narkom had detail ed to watch over the sick man whilst Lady Jennifer was absent. Cleek spoke a single word and— they knew him at once. "Superintendent inside?" he asked. "Yesr sir. Told us to wait here till, you came and gave the word and then we were to do whatever we re told.” "Good lads! Handcuffs with you?” “XM. sir.” "Right. Now, then, one at this staircase and one at that which leads to the floors above. Look sharp! Eyes and ears both open, and brace lets ready. You’ll have dealings presently with one of the most vin dictive and cold-blooded murderers that ever walked the earth!” Prepared as he was for most things, he was not prepared for what followed that declaration; for, as he spoke, a sharp rustle sounded, a figure, long crouched behind the angle of the landing, rose and came to him, a hand touched his arm, a face looked up into his face and a woman's low- sunk voice whispered excitedly: "You are of the law, of the police! Oh, thank God, thank God! Monsieur, I can speak to such as you! I would to her ladyship, but she will not give me a moment In private—no, not one!—and the horror of the thing is turning my brain. But you— Monsieur, you will listen; and after I have introduced myself ” To Ba Continusd To-morrow,