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k i />r.''- i * I I -TW5T T . ’^STTr HE GOT A CAR /I Humorous Story “G KNR FILERS has a new auto mobile,” said Harry .Jungles. He had stopped his trotter at the gate of the Trampton farm for t)u- very good nmob that at the gate Pe*u-J Trampton was waiting for the mail man “Has he?” inquired Pearl, with inter est. Then, quite casually, she ad dressed the fence post. “I should nev er." said she, "marry a man who didn't own an automobile. Why, I wouldn't care if it were only a wheelbarrow just so it was an automobile.” “Giddap!” said Harry Jungles to his trotter. Arriving at the town of Three Pines, he told the hardware man who had been pestering him for a month about the mare he could have her for the price he offered. Go I *-■ to buy a car?” asked the sat isfied hardware man when he had paid down the money. “Everybody seems to be getting 'em nowadays!” I want to buy some things,” Harry told him, briefly. That was one thing about Harry Jungles. He had down to perfection the art of not hearing what people said to him, thereby saving much time in which to think. She Hears Him. If Pear! Trampton passed a good deal of time the next ten days waiting at the mail box it did not disturb any one but her mother, who remarked on rooms undusted and chickens unfed, but to no avail. When a young woman puts on a fresh frock every day and troubles to do her hair the new way, and nobody comes to view the dazzling result except an aged mail carrier with a wife and six chil dren. it is likely to wear her nerves fogged as a natural reaction. Harry Jungles was due to get a particularly aeid reception when he did appear. But he was saved by the fact that Pearl saw him coming. Heard him coming would he more exact. Long before his head appeared over the slight ridge in the road, Pearl lis tened in amazement to the remarkable chugging sound that was approaching. When she saw Harry she sat down suddenly. She stared helplessly when be stopped, with some effort, before her. “How do?” Harry said, casually. He was seated somewhat precarious ly in the largest wheelbarrw Pearl had ever seen, with two extra wheels under 1t. a motor attached to the roar and a clever amateur steering gear in front. Never would she have thought that a human being in such an absurd position could look so entirely at ease. “Want anything In town?” Harry asked. When Pearl managed to gasp out a faint “No” he grabbed a handle and ; choked It. banged his foot on a valve ] and shook the apparatus in front of him fiercely, whereupon the w-heelbarrow lunged, snorted and trundled off. “And he's actually going to appear on the streets of Three Pines in that thing!” she murmured in agony. “Oh, my! What have 1 done?” Naturally she did not know* that Har ry Jungles on reaching the turn below tin* Trampton farm headed his wheel- barrow around that section of land and back home. After that he came to see Pearl every day, always in his unique motor ear. He never mentioned it and Pearl was afraid to after that first appearance of his when he had ignored it so com pletely. But she suffered at the hands of her family, who said it was a dis grace to the community and that she must make Harry Jungles stop it. Pearl could have done this easily enough by telling him not to call, but apparently the idea never occurred to her. What He Did. “Want to go for a ride* ' Harry asked finally one bright day when he stopped at the mail box. “There’s room for two!” “No, I don’t!" she answered, with spirit. “Will you marry me?” he inquired next in precisely the same tone. Thereupon Pearl burst into tears and Harry descended from the barrow with so much speed that the machine tipped over and was fatally wrecked. “Wh-wh-why do you ride in that aw awful thing?” sobbed Pearl on his shoulder. “Had to,” Harry told her. “You said"— “You never asked me!" flashed she. Indignantly ”1 dedidn’t care whether you had any old automobile or not, goose' Why did you have to?" “Because," said the practical Jungles, “the new automobile I've ordered won't be delivered for another month, and 1 couldn't let Gene Filers get all that start of me after what you said TIIE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATERDAY. APRIL 26, 191?,. The Dingbat Family So Much Depends on the Model Copyright, *913, International News bo ric#. Herriman 1 HAH, ' Pose DoTh AAJb How DotTmTY- OP E/-Y6IUM To DAY 1 ME ST ILL MS Af^T' * f Vee Pom/ ! Twat I DorwL "H'UGHT OImie: | ST/LL'J Am PaiajYiajg That c l ' RoaiawTic /MA&iC 3ugT OF The. Recovditet s EAST y OH, SO, STILL PAWT/M& The' MA61C3WS "HEV /V)Y I CT HOPE VOUVE 3UIT U5IM6 ] THAT HORRIBLE "GfAJItT That Goes Ujith it- / > Yes Mi Dwe" TAA/MEb THAT i GEAJIE HE IA-AS REALLY TOO , HomelV —' *50 [ GOT/tlftS. GE/i)ip\ To Pose Foe r ~ /we - #/M i’s TPl jjWTJ - , \c r CAReerT~!P\ V<E hope. Picture. (You KwoJj menciwe T ou gave AAE- Pol That Wart ot My M06E. Vj6Aifttr-« "AH-HAH - Tib It Bo You AajY (Rib it DIBIT, whv |6ajat2.' it Did me \Tbo Much Good . —’ 4w Git oar- Holu s T>/at , ~ -? 'Iaiell / Took, Atom i SotI LTwo IVAfeT’S Aimt I • You CAM At Least Reco&vize 7fte Vo/.t' mi This ■ They loeae. going Through So F ast tTI* ^ BAS&CY HAb ENOUGH TIME. 7b EVEN NtAKiL THESE PEW DOTS,AMD PASHES'-OT ,kaajs Voufe hat] J3M “THEM! CThbaJ. Polly and Her Pals Delicia Got a Sudden Cure Copyright, 1913, International News Service. By Cliff Sterrett ;y A MOW ML y'6oTr4 Do, DELiOA, IS” To keep A -Stift lipper Lip! Cm uncle Sam, imI <To SicA'RTl T * Tt.? * T ■ «U'\ ( / - ^.wvjbL 1 > U-Ouu Ammh-QAW!! Ow«PiH-4*fc Doctor JuSt Be Seated A Moment, | the. DocTor'LL Soon Bil , THROUGH WITH THIS') L case. 11 HEV) HANNAH, HURRY UP VX/TrH (That 4u6er! DEAD •STlence. OH U^JCLE. SAM, Y/oT MARES the? TECTRiC UGHT5 i Grow dim ? ■ Some Poor. FISH ISSiTTim 1 THE ' LECTRlC DRILL I GueSS . •e DiTto Ooa»! Doctor & r~ MT mi} 3 <Tirg. /^.RrSFtT Us Boys Everything Weis Lovely---at the Start Hetriffteml United States Patent Office By Tom McNamara o Vl W? C~J ITS n S ALL rtl&Ht. S'ALL RIGHT. 1 GlVIEOZ TuJEIL HURRY DP AND WARM /.( if ( “ kib sTep sister, de big r— Sup. ^ame starts in a /Aa U UuWJ sup s’ALL RIGHT irixri^v '. T MIN0T6 ’• E»LIP s’ALL Rl L>HT ST the n—' MARVELOUST f EA0LE6EAK " SPRUDER QUITS! JusT THink of it! FIRST 6AME chock our w siwk.) OF STARFIAH what hollered.-— 5 I I l THE MARi/EtODS EA6LEBEAK SPRDD6R SHOWS UP FOR WORK 1 An Extra Charge. Western Official: "Do you take this woman wohes han«l you’re squeezin’ to I be your lawful wife. In flush times an' j •klrnp?" ”1 reckon that's about the size of It. squire.” “Do you take this man you’re j'lhcl ! fists with to be you pard through thick j an’ thin?" "Well, you're about right for once, old j man.” "All right then. Kiss in court an' I reckon you’re married about as tight as the law can Jine you. I guess four bits 'll do Bill, if 1 don't have to kiss the bride. If I do it's six bits extra " Sorry He Spoke. 1 Wealthy City Man iwho has taken a | fancy to revisit his village birthplace)— ' Ah, me! there is the little red school hoflse. and yonder is the old church. ; How well 1 remember them! But the I dear old familiar faces are gone; not one remains to recall those happy— The Oldest Inhabitant (advancing! ; Tp’re Bill T.ain't ye? I knew ye the IjibMite 1 sot eyes on to ye; 1 trusted your father for a codfish in 1883. an if ye've got the money handy I'd be obleeged if ye'd settle for It. &ANT- OLE AN DER SERIES POSTPONED! a ■■ a captaiio and MANAGER. FLTNN, OF THE “GIANTS" SAYS THAT HIS TEAN) will HAVE A MEMO PITCHER. KJ PLACE OF EA6LE6EAK BY To- .. flRteu/, WAT OOTJj- Tie MAROELOUS ONE COM PLAINS TD CAPT. FLHNM HE THE DYED-!N-THE-!WOol FANS |N THt BLEACHERS 60 UJILD UJlTH JOY WHO DOME; L i "1—I - T ' vSSLtv ~J*&L (K AS THE ONE WHO HOLLERED > ' ^ x \ y s\\\-= f ill> THE MARLElOUE Imp ONE STARTS TO WARN) OP CAMT FIND ODT " ’\*/ElL ; I CANT HELP IT, CHUCK row tHAv)! ) J 1 > SOME FAN) IN) THE BLEACHERS GETS FRESH - 1 t'Tf Td-'d EM ALL OUT THEN' (uoHATCHA MEAN < CHUCK CHUCK. EM Yv all our v UoHATCHA V MEAN i I < CANT DO ri_.( S'ALL RIGHT THEM, I | I QUITS, SALL { RIGHT l 1 C^OO-Bl! mow the HOME TEAM tS IM AW Awful fiv) Tom i SKINNY SUMMER'S 6006L1 DEPARTMENT EASY (TPi DRAWING LESSON* Tjgj MAN' RDMMING MO r L- DOT OF SDRUINfa HOUSE-SK HM T; GMiAjMJI to- (ypMJdtib iUHY DO FRlliA)D5 MEOER. SHAKE HANDS UilT/4 7HEIR LfFTHAND? BECAUSE THEY WANT J TO SHAKE RlfHT! - ! ANT THAT R164T? JJ. H QheJitfr'- cUujfj. FROM THOMAS SMICKElFRJTI U. S, A- 11 THink that* a phony hamh) men Fish '5 c-ornkip mfaresr together? Better Than Sherlock Holmes at His Best * CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest. Love and Mvstery By T. W HANSHAW Copyright hv Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY 'S INST ALLMENT. He did—coming back later with a piece of surprising news. For it just so happened that the idea of a week’s holiday-making, a week’s rambling about the green lanes and along the chattering streams of Devon, and liv ing the simple life in a caravan, ap- pt a led to Mr Maverick Narkom as being the most desirable thing in the world at that moment and he made haste to ask Click's permission to share the holiday with him. As noth ing could have been mere to his great ally's liking, the matter was settled forthwith; a caravan was hired—and dispatched by rail to Devon, there toj await their arrival and the engaging! of local horses to draw the movable! house—and at 10 the next morning] tiie little party turned its back upon | London and fared forth to the pleas ant country lands, the charm of laughing waters and the magic that hides the trees. For six days they led an absolutely idyllic life—“the world forgetting, by the world forgot"—loafing in green wildernesses and sleeping in whisper ing woods,, and this getting back to nature proved a>« much of a tonic to the two men as to the boy himself— refreshing both mind and body; put ting red blood into their veins and breathing the breath of God into their nostrils. Having amply provisioned the cara van before starting, they went no nearer to any human habitation than tfoey were obliged to do in passing from one district to another, and one day was so exact a pattern of tiie next that its history might have stood for them all—up with the dawn and the birds and into woodland pool or tree-shaded river; then gather fuel and make a fire and cook breakfast; then wash the utensils, harness the horses and move on again—sometimes Clock driving, sometimes Narkom, sometimes the hoy—stopping when they were hungry to prepare lunch just as they had prepared breakfast, then forging on again until they found some tree-hedged dell or bosky wood where they might spend the night, crooned to sleep by the wind in the leaves and watched over by the senti nel stars. So they had spent the major part of the week, and so they might have spent it all but that chance chose to thrust them suddenly out of idleness into, activity and to bring them—-here in this Arcadia—face to face again with the evils of mankind and the harsh duty of the law. A Curious Thing. It had gone 9 o’clock on that sixth night when a curious thing happened. They had halted for the night by the banks of a shallow, chattering stream which flowed through a wayside spin ney, beyond whose clustering treQ tops they had seen, before the light failed, the castellated top of a distant tower, and. further afield, the weath er cock on an uplifting church spire. They had supped and were enjoying their ease—the two men sprawling at full length on the ground enjoying a comfortable smoke w’hile Dollops, with a mouth harmonica, was dong "Knocked ’Em in the Old Kent Road, 1 ’ his back against a tree, his eyes up turned in ecstasy, his long legs stretched out upon the turf and his feet crossed one over the other, and all about them was pefice; all the sor did. money-grubbing, crime-stained world seemed millions of miles away when, all of a sudden, there came a swift rush of bodies, trampling on | dead leav®? and brushing against live ones, then a voice cried out command- ingly, ‘‘Surrender yourselves in the name of the King’” and scrambling f to a sitting position, they looked up to find themselves confronted by a constable, a gamekeeper and two farm laborers—the one with drawn truncheon and the three others with cocked guns “Hullo, # I say!" began Mr. Narkom. in amazement. "Why, what the dick ens——” but was suffered to get no farther. ‘‘You mind your P’s and Qs!—I warn you that anything you say will be used against you!" interjected sharply and authoritatively the voice of the constable. "Hawkins, you and Marlow keep close guard o»ver these chaps whilst me and Mr. Simpkins looks around for the animals. 1 said it would be work of gypsies didn't I now. Mr. Simpkins?" addressing the gamekeeper. “Come on and let's hm a look for the beast. Keep ^ ' peeled and gun at full cock. M l Simpkins, and give un both barrels un make to spring at us. Fegs! this | be a sharp capture, Mr. Simpkins-- what?" "Aye, but un seems to taike it un common cool, Mr. Nippers "Tie 1 I 'enTs arfin’ fit to bust hisself r " plied the gamekeeper as Cleek slap! both thighs and, throwing back h I head, voiced an appreciative guffaw r “Un doan't look much ike g>'P s * e I either from 't little as Vh can ^ I of'm in this tom-fool lo'ght. I bit till Ah scoop up a i armful I leaves and throwm on they embe. | o’ fire, yon.” To Be Continued IVonday. The Sunday American Great Comic Section OAO C&J C*3 BETTER THAN EVER! ORDER IT NOW!