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/ THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23, 1913. The Dingbat Family Oh, the Trials of an Aspiring Artist By Herriman OopTTtflfet, 1§18, National Newt Association. Hntt •Sub* L-. Y 1 I'M JU&TA goa/a/aThcu_ \ You Owe MORE T/me. i&y- 4 % Put Ver Shirt on !!! X SHOT Of it Tdomt worhv mamafc au. greatl GBut in This case. The Mr J \WORKS OF ART CREATE JEALOUS*) DESTROYING RX-TROOaJ LEFT/ ( . —v _ -r. . _ ✓ ' Y1.A Ikde.aIV AC A ' ■THEY Stole That great PAIMT/NG OF "MOA/A LI5A, aaid Aiouo They del-troy ,YouR a AY MODEL OFcr' iTxa'fEAl&WE PESSIMIST Rxtrooai left. The imprint of A hand uihich seems Very CTL FAMILIAR TO me MARYVL - - ^ VETtY familiar, That Fire Escape $!*& Polly and Her Pals Somebody*s Using Them Ooprnfht, 0913, Hbtional News Association. By Cliff Sterrett Vee Gods! m/ j j ^.Jiut I told yTmf S Ah' A6/w woT ro THPOVU THEM 6u4Stly Mum DR'/ 6dcMP BuTtoNS omThf Floor * 00 • 1 xt\:, «? y'Rooe Bocae! wwy DOM1 You u/l 4L? 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Interposoil are MU* Vera VI vd- j^atki, are you not "' Stop a bit I’ll 9AT a yoy a lot of explanation. 1 fincnv the story of the green eha! tjpwLs hi id the deaths that fnllotv *r?*:‘*Mon?9ietir' Hi a this is neerom; • pifluA confessed that t' * one and f l?* qvh iureai*iiru. 1 f I^Jiust be •* must: ne must, Mor ^is not necessary. You £ ha#ve seen those marks upon ttu doi'r- ^ step of other houses than thi# \ I you have seen death follow them as • it will follow here if the murderer is not forestalled be forestalled—he onsieur!” she said | in a panic. “I know the murderer- I know, I icnow! It is that which £lv craz<js me to think that J^ady |f* ’ will not u i \ • Why will she not? How has rtoiNl ' - r ho know when 1 have been so careful to keep out of sight? It nearly !: t kdh'vl i’ when first he came here. Aionsi* ur, listen to me? Arrest him in the name of (lod arrest him. That man, that Dr. Singleton. Mon sieur. he was Sir Gorrell dames’ do. tor, too, and Sir Gorrell .Tames died; and the unholy chalk mark had been on the doorstop, the same as her* He 1 ills 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.” b Nson’r. mademoiselle," interposed j Clrek. s. renely "The last act in that jlitth' drama has been played; the last green chalk mark lias been made, and 11 take great pleasure in informing j ' on th:>t neither has anything to do ' with the affairs of Mr. Richard Jen- . r ever had even in the re- :•' ! roe. Gently, gently, please. 1 ill have a little surprise ’ - • y’■ i ’ * well aa for somebody else before we are very many min ute- older, indeed, you would hardly credit lunv much one can surprise .tain clu^ses i4> Ciiittnud*, made moiselle, if only one takes time to stand on ones 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 danger of being seen or overheard. 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- nigan were making ready to depart whan Dady .Jennifer, who had been summoned from the room for a mo ment before, appeared in the door way ot 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. I 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 discovered something startling, Mr.—cr—Mark 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." OR. BALLY? That's rum! Yes. certainly I can spare time. Flatmigan, look out you don’t drop that blessed vial or you'll 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," he 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 unsounding steps and passed with her into a dimly lit room which evidently did duty for a library and sitting room combined—Bianni- gan foOowtng. as 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 hailway—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. "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. 1 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 T-ad.v Jennifer saw that he was standing upon the threshold, and that a young and beautiful girl was clinging tremblingly to his arm. 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 Viadivoski, 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 L 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 arid 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 eftn 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 ’’ "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. Gentb. gently, please—don’t flare up quite so suddenly, you young pepper pot. The fact Is, however, that as Sir Xorrell Janies died very sudden ly after a certain green chalk mark was placed upon his doorstep, and Mr. Jennifer has to ail 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 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. By Sterrett 11(51, aa \/h n 4r mmm O'