Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, April 24, 1913, Image 15

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ft THK ATLANTA GKO Kill AN AN!) NEWS THURSDAY, APRIL 24. 11)13. m - I («$£*’ i The Dingbat Family Not Much Excitement in Still Life Bv HfirniTl TF1 fopfTight, 191.1. International New ^ ^e vue ! /'There can pa paho | PE. I HAVE NY SEEN) ; him AROUND AU- i 1 pfms MORNING, JYoor Pa, MY DEAR, IS flow /A1 AN ART SCHOOL, WHERE. | . CowmanD/Nscy coaxed him To go You, AND ME, MARy; ARE PERSONS op decided Artistic ci~—r k Attainments, and so uiiluJ PA BE , PROM AOW.ONO f But Poor Pa PAH ‘ HAS AIT l, A SPARK OP ART /AJ Him l MA mam; he'll NEVER;' P -MASTER IT in Ac- ^thousand Years -) He's JusTGarfo /master if\ 'THAT'S All its The 4tosrr ^EF/N/NG INFLUENCE /N THE , world To A Rough AnD -_ UNCOUTH man like H/M. A»d) its Just ujhat he needs Toj MAKE HIM OUR. SOCIAL! EQUALS Doajt u t=>mary (don't oast "d look f Look iMw; we had a7_ /life class • To day aa/m This is My first Picture I \ EWTiTi-ED, A N/MP AT THE C \ WATER BUTT - S'GREAt j rVAft** Tine ACv*r a *,—- May be Not, my own; but its Highly, \M0RAL S' . I r M^RCY IT’PAV I Lock. I up ON -THE shade \ op My GREWD5 PA PAH AMD N«w I EM ALL ATLITrERS Look/ajg, upon Yh£> Ghost of Vtouit, GRAND ’FATHER, IS ENOUGH To ',.r O MAKE AAJV OF US A Bit c~ TLITTERED') h/UK.SIPlDS Mica, I DidNt') \ SAY GHOST \ i SAID \ SHADE IS NOT A SHADE A— A GHOST Fax. ICAT/J IS IT AJOT **' Remember o-.e Thwgs"I6nat2 Mice' My grends Pa Pam’s Sun-shade y A ghost & — WELc may Be his Meow-SHADE-. WAS Polly and Her Pals Sure, They*re Tickle-Proof Copyright, 1913, International New* Service. By Cliff Sterrett LSy urrcHY koo! hv .Stars! CvtL, [)GNT DO THAT! WArC-A-HATfEHL PAUmisn?, r Ticklish me Eye. !T HURT5!! D4W<50KJIT, IP You WMShV A 6/lL, lb PRoue il To You |» T W Dov/r LET TH4T Worry [ You B4, <Sb/4HE40* DERKltD IF ! i DOMTI/ 7 6pmt Busted, BV(jUtA[ V >/{.,%. \\ A X -TWure'J U:'A- Yit’AeTt: ? Us Boys The Marvelous One Fools the Kid for Once Ragiateporl United Statea Patent Office By Tom McNamara The MARVE: LOOS EA6LE BEAK 5PRUDER PITCHES 8 or the starfish Giants COSE a^To a? Tough lock! HINKY OINKS WIN AGAIN! SANDING OF THE CLUBi w L P.C HINK^ if 0 .1000 '‘GANTS" 1 1 -Soo SOUTKlES 1 a SCO 0LEAS' 0 4- -OOC GAVTs" PLAT "OLEas' , 60ew MANfc tT, UOHT DON'T EA6LEBEAf ISHOIX) OP? I yjowDER IS THAT KID i STEP SISTER <^3 , OF HlS'N | Got him? 3 MET SCRIMP, I CANT HOLD TV YJATS me H LONGER, THE VS ffCT c7 SOMEBODY BANWN’ ON IT VWITH ROCKS! ( Gosh, t ain't got cha brother t I SEARCH me IF TOD *- J S MV BIG STE? BROTHER.T c Get OUTER HERE, TOD AINT | ; 6CT NO RIGHT- — '/ IN HERE'. — lYime" a\un ; call de Game, me chocker IS IN PRETTY FAIR shape. I SNEAKED IKI THE OTHER WAY- | GiCED ME KID STEP sister, slip! SKINNY SHANER'S GOOGIY DEPARTMENT statdesqdl- poses AID. 13 \ TAI UOP- R§sr L^L^tl ter tffSCsMojf^j WHAT‘cones TWICE /lV A nonetiT. 3HCE /A) A M/NDFE gt)T AJEUER/V A THOUSAND YEARlj ■ -THE LETTER M \!00> YOU JUsT SEE IF THAT AIN'T SO! i\S8WL Ttr-dJOJA^ FROfM A . 8. C . 6REAT MECK- D. S. A. 60ESS WHEW A AUTO MOBILE AIN'T. - - - rr — . . - • -t—— r Better Than Sherlock , Holmes at His Best □ L] E] E] K 0 F THE FORTY 1 FAi □ rT'q A Detective Story of Thrilling [T/vCy Interest. Love and Mystery By T. W. HANSHAW. ''pyrirht «>y Doubleday, Pago &. Co. TO-DAY’S IX ST A L LM E N T. Uw^d Lud! Suspect me of murder— murder?” exclaimed the doctor in i hot indignation it was a wonder Ms V‘.i ct . not wake t^e sick man } 1 1 Trtrm beyond. “1 never hep.rt*. Ui V thing so abominable, so mon- y r " u s. in all my life. You’ll do me 1 H honor of letting me know, please, u i 1 n what grounds Mr. Red way, or Hfu-rvay, or whatever your infernal name is -■Name’s Cleek, doctor—don’t both- v ur head trying to remember the °^ ner ^*ne; I've no further use for it. l '• > the name—PleeV;; Special In- 1uir - Agent of Scotland Yard. Mind footstool, Doctor—you haven’t our glasses on. Pardon, your lady- nh yep. Cleek is correct— ^ a and was as fictitious as Red- A for the rest, you may take grir 1 ba K to your heart with ’ ' t confidence. There's no Xihi- ‘ Vi in the case it al’: and wliat is 1 your son's life is not threat ened nor has it ever been. It’s just a plain little game of Paddy and the pigs and Paddy got nine of them be fore his inning ran out. Sit down, Doctor—I want to tel you a nice lit tle story about a bit of gfeen chalk and a gentleman of the Fenian per suasion who learned how to dance on nothing to a tune that was played by Jack Ketch exactly 20 years ago. “You will be too young to remem ber the circumstances, of course, but Dady Jennifer will. I am sure, readily recall the execution of Michael Du laney and Patrick Shawn, two Fenian fanatics who objected to queens on principle and set out to manifest that objection by a cowardly and mur derous attempt to blow up one of the royal palaces of England in the dead of the night whilst she who was at once queen, woman and mother was sleeping in it. They did not accom plish their object, but they did suc ceed in killing two men, two soldiers on guard, and making fatherless nine little children. Well, they paid for , that, act with their miserable lives. 1A stern, just. Inflexible Judge and twelve brave jurors tried and sen tenced them to death and, facing the spleen and venom of their kind— for they represented merely a frac tion, not Ireland itself—that judg* stood by his guoa and did his duty by his country, his queen and his God. That was fwnnty years a^o— now’ mark what followed. The vicious son of a vicious father, nurs ing a rancor as bitter as it w r as deep, as lasting as it was malicious, set out to avenge that father's death and to wipe out the grudge he enter tained for all who had been instru mental in bringing it about. Four teen men had been the means of bringing about that death—the judge, the crown prosecutor and twelve jurymen—and he set out, this skulk ing, cowardly, stab-ln-the-back as sassin. to secretly murder those men one by one; and the better to do It. he chose to make use of the medical profession that he might; crawl into : their homes and sting like any other I >r.ake. N'ine lives have alread: paid the forfeit; the tenth—(lint <c Mv. I Herbert LS&rtiVirk'^pale, formerly crown prosecutor and at present oc cupying the top flat in this house ” He was suffered to say no more. Of a sudden a table went over, a brown leather bag struck him full in the fa/’e and a flying figure shot past him. bowled ever Mr. Narkom and bolted out of the door. “’Ware wolf!” sang out Cleek; then broke into a sudden laugh as there rose a scramble and a cry and the clash of locked bodies bumping down the stairs. “Played, my lads, played! Fetch him in and let’s have a look at the gentleman wdth his wig and his sidewhiskers pulled off.’’ Then there came another snarling cry, another clatter of feet, a rush and a roar across the landing and into the room; and then, of a sud den. there appeared upon the thres hold the writhing and battling shape of Flannigan close gripped by the hands of the two plain-clothes men. “Well, Paddy Hhawn, you've driven (your pigs to a fine market to be | sure,’' raid Cle«*k. “Ntid ; ter only it!'..; lilt*! 1 >• i, uuk uw you like your good and careful as sistant, whose only concern for your welfare was that nothing shpuld in terfere with your performance of your duty until he had used you to the utmost and had finished his mur derous worn. Take him away, my lads—he'll get what’s coming to him at the proper time. That’s all cut along!” Just Before You Came. “When did 1 first suspect the truth, your ladyship? Well, I think *1 got the first inkling of it just before you came. You will remember. Mr. Nark om, that It was the fact of the chalk being green which impressed me green is so essentially Irish that one’s first thoughts fly to the Emerald Isle Immediately it is put in evidence. Then when 1 put that fact in connec tion with the figures and began to work those out, and afterward linked both with th<> name of Sir Gorreli James and the ages of the man w! hid been killed—oh, well, It began to take shape at once, of course. You sue, there was Uu; 'green* which ood l«ji Ireland, and the figure*-- whh h stood for Fenianlsm, and—what’s that? How dick I come to the con clusion that they really did do that? My dear Mr. Narkom, you certainly observed how I got hold of that par ticular clue? You remember I first tried the days of the week and then the letters of the alphabet and finally the months of the year. Surely, when I ticked oft' January, February, March you must have gained a hint at least? Why? Well, because if the 3 stood for the third month and the third month Is March, the 17 needs no working out at all if it’s an affair that has to do with Irish matiers; for the 17th of March is St. Patrick’s Day. So. when I had these clews to start on and added to them, first, what I know regarding Sir Gorreli James; then the ages of th<» several men killed, and finally the significant fact that the gentleman who lives in the top flat at this house is he who was the Crown Prosecutor at the time of tlie great Dulaney-Shawn trial, why shouldn’t I begin to see light? Stik. ! never was quite curtain upon tha point until I sent Dollops to look up the records of that trial and to bring me a list of the names of the jury men and also the name of the boy (the son of one* or the other of the two prisoners; I couldn’t quite remember which) who was held up in court by his mother at the time of the convic tion and told to ‘Look at the faces of them that’s callin’ a martyr a mur derer, and never ye rest till you’ve put the lie’s mark on every livin' son of them.’ To Be Continued To-morrow. The Kind Lady l-ir if a a. 3.. WANTED ' YOU I W£>N NEED ANY , COAL THIS / 9 li /y |S_ fSHE HAS CHANGED HER MIND, SHE WANTS SOME COAL T'DAY 1 This Applies to Cats. T # is a fart that a lion's or a tiger’s whiskers once taken off will never grow again. These animals shed their hair ordinarily once a year, all except the whiskers. The shedding depends entirely upon the climate, and there is a peculiar thing connected with it. Men who have taken wild animals from Asia and Africa to Europe say that they never knew a lion or a tiger or any animal of f he cat species to go ihrough the Re<’#Sea without changing cat. They wilt shed at Suukim aid uomo out with hair fresh and gh»ss;« ;:. J Ulk, and yet. going through tha *lbd S»*n. they will sited again. No one h;>s been able to account for II. but it is a fact, nevertheless * I A