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THE ATLANTA OEOKdlAX AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 5, 1013. The Dingbat Family You Know How It Is When Your Neighbor Gets a Car Copyright, 1013. International New* ffervict. By Herriman 'w. owoeATi, J few h 1 . v - J>T •*< xOSzU 1 HAVING A CAL ^^TAUAIEND j(NlAD I ".NAVE <T FATHER MOVILLAN Positive Polly Boo-Hoo, Boo-Hoo! The Big Weep OopjTijfer.. 1*13, International Sarrwn. By Cliff Sterrett VM-TZ-AMAy-fEJ^, peucia Gal, a % P ay»Vv, Poll 1 / keen/ Gmiy iki •Some of her Saronic Digs? O oH -N-n-n-o Bo-hoo! ! P-PP-POLLV’S A-A-A- r»tr_c An 1 'OWD JuSt Vbo 'TELL VER UWCIE S4MHY Au ABOUT iy, wo»JEy let's- wear. T l &-0-0-H H'0‘06! ooo-duA O'D-EA*! /4tMT V'HAPPY HERE. v^ith Me aw Ver j 4uN*T»e*St>S’iE. ‘ -J O-tiLP ? J foo-flO-Oo' OOAH- VA£ [*| HAPPV L ^JuST F-T-CL UX& HAViuL - A “ 6boP CfeV! 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AlNr IT A SHAME? YOOU ALL BADE TO wait Till To- morrou) telL WE AMSWJERr < .WE AAJSW6 BBT Too cah xmAiT cknV v ft>u 1 * 1U Bringing Up Father f u • •• • •• • •• • •• Copyright, 1013, International News Berrlca. By George McManus sorr> bi*- cut 'nxj« ^'Fa -bl^ lb COMINC UP - WITH A LADY T ° You * SIR - YES * Th ANK Yon - -ViD • A DETECTIVE STORY. rpHf: door of Father Movillan’s house .swung loosely on Its hinges. Within was darkness and with out stood a little group of neighbors. "Has any one seen Father Movlllan to-day?" asked one of these. Two workingmen moved nearer to the speaker. "No," said one of them, "we have not awn him. Why don’t you enter? The door la njar.” Tho first speaker detached himself from the group and entered the house, tho onlookers whispering among them selves. Father Movlllan had inherited $10,000, and had not been seen since he received the cash. Finally the white face of the investigator appeared at the door. "For God’s sake!" he cried, "come quick! There has been a murder!’’ The crowd entered the house, and there before them lay the body of Father Movlllan In a pool of blood. After tho first shock was over they remamberod that it was their duty to not!IN the police. Before the detectives arrive^ however, the news of the mur der had spread, and a great crowd; had gathered around. The police investigation revealed the fact that Father Movillan had received four deep stab Wounds, and that the $10,000 was gone. Further investiga tion was turned over to the master de tective, James Black, and the next day he whs on the spot carefully examining every nook and corner of the house. As he was about to leave the room where the murder was done, his eyes fell upon a broad box standing In a. corner. On top of the box was a little heap of ashes, evidently those from a cigarette. Black turned to the local detective, who wati with him and who had known the murdered man. “Did Father Movillan smoke?” he asked. “No. he did not. smoke, but he used snuff." "Indeed," said Black, anii smiled as he examined the ashes more carefully. “The fellow smoked Turkish ciga rettes," he mumbled to himself. In the square between the church and the police station the detective found a cigar store, in the rear of which was a small restaurant. He went Inside and sat down at a table. "Give rne a- cup of coffee." he said to the proprietor who was acting as a waiter as well. When the cofTee was brought he engaged the man in con versation. asking him a number ot questions about the town. Then, after searching through all his pockets, he said: "I am all but of cigarettes You don’t happen to have Nazir, I suppose?” "Yes, I have.” “Then please give me a package.*’ The proprietor brought it. “I don’t suppose you sell many *>i that brand here?" "No. They are too expensive. How ever, I did sell a package of them the day before yesterday." "And who was the free spender?” in quired tho detective. "A soldier, Jules Balundon, who has just returned from the maneuvers. He has served his Term in Paris and there developed some f extravagant habits Now lie is homo again with his parents, who are respectable people, but he won’t be with them very long, 1 guess. He spends most of his time at the Gold en Hen.” In the afternoon Black went to the Golden Hen, the be9t. inn in the place Around the tables a number of man sat smoking, drinking and talking. Black glanced about and sat down next to the two men who were playing cards. He watched them closely and noticed that one of them, a rather young ami handsome man, appeared to be nervous After a while one of the players stood up and said that he must leave on ac count of an appointment. The young man looked annoyed, and when Black suggested that he would take the place of the departing man his offer was eagerly accepted. The detective proved himself a good player, but luck was agiust him and h« lost most of 1 the time. After a while he began to fumble through his pockets as if looking for something. "What is the matter? Have you lost anything?" his partner asked. "No: I thought I had some cigarettes, but it does not matter at alL” "Have one of mine," the other said, as he handed him a package of Naxir "I see you smoke Turkish cigarettes, too, like myself.” "Yes. I do not like French tobacco It is too strong for me,” he answered lighting one. The game went on, and Black learned that his guess had been right and that his companion was indeed Jules Balan don. Occasionally Balandon struck off tile ashes of his cigarette in the ash tray He was greatly interested in the game and did not observe the detective pocket some of the ashes. “Did you ever notice,” Black said "that the ashes of good tobacco are much finer and lighter than those of the ordinary kind?” And he pointed to the ash tray. "No, I never thought of that,” Balan don replied, shuffling the cards. "Well, then, I am different. It may sometimes be of the greatest impor tance.” "Really, I don’t see”— "Well, I will show you,” Black said, producing from his pocket the paper containing the ashes he had picked tip earlier in Father Movillan’s room. "It is as plain as day." he said. •'You will notice that the ashes in this paper are exactly like the ashes from your cigarette, and this is enough for me to prove that the murderer of Father Mo villan is Jules Balandon." He stopped a moment and looked at Dalandon, who was as white as a sheai Then he stood up and laid his hand* on the shoulders of the other players "In the* nama of the law,” ho said* *1 arrest you.” Some Use After AIL Diminutive Onlooker lafter gofffcr makes his sixth fruitless stroke)—‘Tr yer dig up any wriggly worms, can 1 ave’ em. guv-n^r, coo i’tt *rotD«f *- fishir.'?”