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SYNOPSIS.
>• I.m” Borden, who derives his !
g!- erj law fnai an angry red h;nh
»i the to a of hi* right hand, is
ate it ty be released frurn priseii after
*er% lc* fe* third term. It 1* a matte: of
hi*' O that woe member of every Ken.ra
Cb«i «>f tne Borden family ha* been brand
ed with the lied Circle hirtlitnarit and tlia:
Be mb -r i as always been a criminal. Jim
•*11 I is wayward n n. Ted Borden, are
the raj, known living representatives of
the Hre-- ten kin. Mat lama: a detective,
hi dr taned to keep an eye on 'Vir. le Jim '
Jut- Trw. i* and l.er mother, member* of
the wens''.Jr art who are tot- rest' d in the
reform -A . k-eontnet*. meet Borrl- as he
Is i- h jja-d “Circle Jim" catches in* son
la ti act of stealing Realizing tliat his
family •# a menace to society, he enters
th- befrirutn where T-*d is sleep,::g aru!
turn* <a the gas Meanwhile. I-snar
ehatr e» epon an underground pa-sage
Wt-'-re "«'.frle Jim" lias taken refuge and
la a Ms. Jim is killed. "Th. last of th.
he iiM and dm end of the Ked Circle."
ssya Lamar. But the nest da \ he is- a*
to-ided t-y th. sight of a woman's hand
•wiside a curtained automobile, showing
th* R*d Circle on the white flesh. I-am a:
srr.the, down the tuimfrer on fh«* lU*<»ns** |
June Travis. mark#**! with lh* Red
On > r >tw Grant, a loan shark. Mary,
krr r.an*. discovers the theft
THIRD INSTALLMENT
“TWENTY YEARS AGO”
“The Red Circle' God help us!”
It,uf err-d the nurse once more, as
June looked at her. dazed, incredulous.
• You know about the Red Circle?
Mont you please tell me?” she en
treated. “You must know, because I
ean see you recognize it. Don't you
•ee how terrible it is for me? Mary,
won't jou tell me?”
The nurse's arm tightened around
Ike Sira young body. Unconsciously
•he lapsed Into the soothing, automatic
patting that the had used so often to
put the baby June to sleep.
“1 don't know, lamb I don't know
anything, precious.'* she stammered.
Mar. 's face took on the haggardness
of on* who is awakened from what
•eerne.* to be g gruesome nightmare. '
•oly to find that It is a grim truth.
She turned from the kneeling figure
and went quickly through the door and !
down th* stairway, one nand pressed !
to h»r throat
June looked after her. stunned by 1
a awtft. certain fear. Then, slowly she
roa** from her knees. walked over to
he? dressing table and sank into the
little chair before the mirror.
In a moment she had decked Hum
ming softly, sbe ran down the steps
and i-to the garden
Down a side path, in a little clump
•f bushes was a stone bench Sitting
•a this bench, swaying to and fro.
with tightly clasped hands, wts Mary.
Jane reached her side, breathless
and kiarmed As sh« approached
Mary looked up in piteous supplication.
•This t ask tr.e precious! Don't ask
me dear! I dont know. I couldn't
toil .ftwi. blessed.” she moaned, and j
raise 1 her hand* to ward off June's .
embrace.
The girl sat down and put a loving
arm heroes her shoulders.
“People who bring up children and
lose them.” she began slowly, “always
forgi * those children are grow n. Once
"Get Yourself Together, Mumsio !
Someone Is Coming.”
a baby always a baby, to loving moth
ers ana dear, foolish old nurses. But I
I'm not a baby any more. Mary. Es
PKbBf not since the horrible thing
that happened today. I am branded— j
I am guilty of—guilty of—"
"Hush? OU. darling, hush!" she be
•ougfct. "They will hear you a* the
bot.se You mustn't say a word about
It any more, not even to me—you
muitr't think of it ever again. Prom
fee '
*T can't promise anything," per
atsted Jane, fighting to regain her com
posure. * unU'. you tell me. about this
uit that has soiled my hand—tell
me what yon know of it."
“I'm afraid—I'm afraid," she repeat
ad weakly.
“Tell me."
"Twenty years ago Mrs. Travis went
Wort on a trip with Mr. Travis." said
Mar>. speaking rapidly, as if forcing
•soi word. "I went along—1 was the J
maid. It was a terrible place, out
West was. in those days. And the
place we went to was a mining town
where there was nothing but shacks
and saloons and rough-looking men
and half-dead looking women.
“At the end of the trip Mrs. Travis
was pretty near spent. She oughtn't
to have been traveling at such a time.
Hut she just would insist on coming
along. I rcmimber Mr. Travis and me
had to pretty near carry her into the
place where we were going to stay
while we were there It wasn't a regu
lar hotel—the sign said 'Gem Saloon.
Also Rooms.' 'Jake' was the name of
the man who kept it.
“Jake led the way up the stairs and
Mr. Travis and me put our arms around
poor Mrs. Travis and just lifted her
up that rickety staircase into the bed
room on the second floor.”
“And than we put her to bed.” be
tween us, Mr. Travis and me. He had
to go down and speak to some men. on
business. He had gone out West on
some business about a gold mine he
was interested in. you know. And
the reason Mrs. Travis went along
was because she was so sick and nerv
ous. she said it would 'a' killed her
to stay behind. And then, that after
noon. Mr. Travis and most all the
men in the town went into the moun
tains to see a new gold claim.
They were the roughest looking lot,
an' there was one a big. powerful fel
low. a gambler—‘Jim Borden’ they
called him.”
“Jim Borden!” cried June. “Why—!”
"And he was rougher even than the
rest of 'em; but they all minded what
he said. They went off riding on
horses and mules with packs and guns
slung on their backs and 1 remember
I lifted Mrs. Travis out of bed and
into a rickety, old rocking chair near
the window so's she could wave her
hand good-by and throw a kiss to
Mr. Travis.
That night her little baby was
born. I was ail alone there and it
went awful with her—-I thought she
was dying. After a little while I called
Jake and I told him about the baby.
He said it was tine and he'd send one
of the boys out to the mine to Mr.
Travis with a note and tell him about
the good news.
''Then, just as he was going down
the stairs again he turned around and
said he'd have to make it a double
note; because J;m Borden's wife had
just had a baby an hour before and
Jim would want to know. too.
“Jake sent the note. Oh. the night
was long! Mrs. Travis was uncon
scious. And every minute of the
time when 1 wasn't trying to bring her
to, I walked the floor with this mite
of a baby of hers trying to save them
both.
The nest morning early, it seems
outlaws outside the town heard that a
big shipment of gold was in the road
house waiting to go out. They knew
most of the men was away at the
mines, so they attacked the place.
I'll never forget the minute I heard
the first firing. Short and sharp—
mostly revolver shots.
"I could hear the women and chil
dren herding in. in the barroom down
stairs. I could hear 'em calling, fright
ened. for their husband that wasn't
there. Then I heard the doors slam
ming and the bolts shot into place.
And in the midst of it all the door
of the bedroom dung open and Joe and
Jake came in dragging a sick wom
an between 'em.
“ "This is Jim Borden's wife,’ says
Jake to me a:id here's Mrs. Toole
carrying Jims baby—you an’ her'll
take care of the two sick women and
the babies, won’t you? And we said
’yes.’
"Mrs. Toole put Jim’s baby down
on the bed next to Mrs. Travis—it was
one of them narrow, no ’count beds—
and went to fussing over Mrs. Borden.
And I just walked the floor with the
other baby and prayed. The fight was
awful: Every now and again some
woman downstairs would scream and a
child would cry for its father.
"The shooting lasted all morning—
our men were getting near the end of
their bullets and their strength; and
’Slim Bob.’ the head of the outlaws,
was firing at the saloon door—that
near he was—when he heard a shot
from a different direction and we raw
‘Slim Bob’ duck and dodge away, slink
ing alongside a high wood fence; and
at the same time one the three
men that was carrying a big timber
that they were going to use to batter
in the saloon door, dropped dead in
his tracks!
“Away off in the road at the edge
of the town we saw galloping horses,
and then men scrambling off horses'
backs and running toward us. They
was the men back from the mines:
They fired as they ran and the out
laws turned tail, trying to escape—
all except a few—‘Slim Bob' was one
of 'em. I saw Mr. Travis make for
him and then I made up my mind I'd
go downstairs and call Mr. Travis to
come straight up to his poor, uncon
scious wife.
“On the table was Mrs. Travis’ open
grip, just as I’d left it when the baby
was born. It had a lot of soft, white,
woolly thing*’ !jj it. So I lai<t the hah*
on them when I ran downstairs—it
was safer than the bed. It was safer
than the bed—I thought it was safer
than the bed,” she repeated incoher
ently.
"Mary—Mary!” June shook her
slightly. "Don’t forget any of it now—
you mustn't, do you hear? You
mustn't! You left off where you went
downstairs.”
"And when I was going out of the
room,” continued the old woman, talk
ing as if she were in a trance. "Mrs.
Borden must 'a' heard her Jim's voice
downstairs, 'cause she kinda tried to
pull up out of the chair and then when
I was halfway down the steps I heard
a shot and something falling.
"Downstairs, in the barroom it was
all shouting men. with women crying
on their shoulders and little children
hanging frightened to their mothers.
And I heard big Jim Borden asking
Jake about bis missus and then jump
ing up the steps three at a time with
a look like the smile of heaven on his
stone-cut face.
"But in all the crowd I couldn't see
Mr. Travis and I began to be afraid,
thinking of that woman who loved him
so. laying unconscious in bed upstairs
—and the baby. So. when no one was
looking. I ran out on the street—and
there 1 found him—Mr. Travis—shot
through the heart!
"I remember while 1 was there I
heard someone come out. heavy, on
the porch of the roadhouse and kind
of stagger across the road. He must
’a’ passed close, because it seemed to
me I heard the weak, little wail of
a newborn child. But I didn't notice
much, just then.
“I just wandered back into the sa
loon like I was in a nightmare and
stumbled up the steps, falling over my
skirts and picking myself up; until I
got into the bedroom. There, in the
middle of the room, hanging over the
table, with her eyes glassy staring and
her chin dropped, was Jim Borden's
wife—dead! Over in the bed laid Mrs.
Travis, still unconscious, with a baby
beside her.
"It was hours before 1 got the
strength to get up from the chair
again. It was only when I remembered
how queer it was that the baby in the
grip didn't cry that I jumped up sud
den and went to get it. It was gone!
The grip was empty. There was noth
ing but the dent its little body had
made in the soft, woolly things—and
t 5 e355 i bSB
"Nobody knows—nobody will ever
need to know. And then—”
"Look!” Jane broke in with great
agitation. “That man standing on the
walk, staring np at the house!”
“Who is he?” asked the nurse quick
ly. alarmed at the girl's trepidation.
“It's Max Lamar—the crime special
ist!”
“A detective! "Oh. my precious—a
detective!”
"No." June's lips curled slightly,
"not a detective. Mary—a crime spe
cialist—there is a great difference be
tween the two. you know. He says so.
himself.”
"There ain't any difference, lamb,
when they're after you! And it’s you
he's after—he's found out—he's found
you out!"
“Hush!'' June commanded, placing
her hand over the old woman's mouth.
“He couldn't have found out—he's com
ing to see me. 1 asked him to the
other day. at the prison. Were imag
ining things, you and I—both of us—
and it isn't good to do that. Come
with me.”
Seizing her hand June dragged her
over the iawn toward the side porch.
I»i spite of her attempted bravado she
felt trapped.
“Get yourself together, mumsie."
Mary heard June say. gayly. “someone
is coming to see us—to see me." she
emphasized. “Do you remember Mr.
Lamar—the crime specialist that we
met at the prison? He's coming up
the walk now. Will you tell him I'll
be down in a minute.”
Pulling at the fastenings of her
morning dress she hurried to her
boudoir. She would put on something
fetching—and arrange her hair differ
ently. A hundred ways and means
of fascinating and hoodwinking this
very calm and assured young man
crowded into her brain.
Standing at the door of her room
was Mary, her eyes wide with fear.
“You mustn't go down, darling." she
urged nervously.
“You dear old foolish!" June an
swered lightly, "come in and help me
dress. Get me a pretty dress. The
brown one, I think. And, Mary dear.!
make me fascinating enough to addle
the head of even a crime specialist."
She leaned forward and pressed
her laughing face close to the mirror
of her dessing table. A little, blown
wisp of hair tumbled into her eyes.
Impatiently, she brushed it back then
“The Fight Was Awful!"
over on the bed was the other one—
Jim Borden's—a girl it was. and ours
had been a boy.”
Her voice broke off with a sudden
dry gurgle in her throat. As June
shrank away from her, a dawning hor
ror in her eyes, she stretched out two
worn, trembling hands in an effort to
draw the girl back.
“You see, it must have been like
this: Jim Borden had leaped into that
room with his heart all bursting with
love and pride, and he found his wife
dead before him. lying near the baby
in the grip. and. looking over he saw
the other woman on the bed with her
baby beside her. He took the baby
he thought was his own and went
away—where, no one knew—and 1
never found out—till too late/'
For a moment there was a silence,
more compelling than sound. Sudden
ly, flinging her arms wide. June cried
hysterically:
"What does it mean? Don't stop
there. Go on! Go on! What are you
trying to make me believe?”
“1 did as I thought best at the time.”
Mary wen* on tonelessly, weary in
be*rt and body from the purgatory or
deal. “Mr. Travis was dead. When
Mrs. Travis came to. what could I tell
her A baby was there. No one but
me knew it wasn't hers. It would ’a'
killed her to tell her. I never told.
She didn't know—she doesn't know—
no one knows.”
“And I—I am—” June gasped out
the words.
Mary looked steadily into her ter
rified eyes and gripped her hands
firmly.
“On the back of Jim Borden's right
hand,” she said heavily, “there was a
queer Red Circle—they called him ‘Cir
cle’ Jim out there. Just, as later,
they—”
“No! No! I don't believe it—I'm
not—I’m not—” June crumpled into
a Bobbing heap at Mary's feet.
Very gently the old woman lifted
her and held her close:
“You are Jim Borden’s daughter!”
she declared with a solemnity that
brooked no dispute. “Marked with
the crime curse. But we must guard
the secret. She must never know.
“We’re going to keep the secret,
aren't we. lamb?” Mary was saying.
stared open-mouthed at her lifted
hand.
Speechless, she pointed to it. As
they watched, with unbelieving eyes,
the ring of scarlet faded to a deep
rose, then paled to pink. Almost im
mediately it vanished, leaving an un
blemished white surface.
At sight of it June bent and kissed
the spot in a paroxysm of joy.
It's gone—it's gene!” she cried in
hysteric glee, and wrapped Mary in a
crushing bear hug. “That's a good
sign. I believe in signs, don't you.
yfou poor, nervous, old thing. Do I iook
ail right, in this gown? Do I look pret
ty and fascinating and—?"
“Don’t be so gay!" pleaded the old
woman, fearfully. “Somehow, it seems
so awful for you tc be laughing just
now. and thinking you're going to get
the best of that man. I—”
June reached down grasped her
wrinkled, trembling hands and started
whirling her about in a mad, merry
circle, laughing at her breathless ex
postulations. the while.
Suddenly, in their wild gyrations,
her elbow struck a pedestal in the cor
ner of the room. It swayed perilously ‘
for a second, then toppled to the floor
—the large case upon it smashing to a
thousand fragments.
The old woman eyed the shattered
bits with superstitious misgiving.
‘‘It's an omen!” she muttered half
to herself. "See what you've done!”
“Oh. everything’s an omen to you,
you sweet old calamity croaker!”
ridiculed June, "have Tama clean it
up—there's a dear. And Mary, peek
down through the banisters and watch
me disarm the suspicion of Mr. Lamar
—the great crime specialist!”
And laughing at the horrified expres
sion on the old woman's face the mis
chief-possessed girl darted down the
stairway and into the library.
”1 am so glad you came.” she said
simply, as she took Lamar’s hand.
“When I asked you I was afraid you
never would—you’re so busy—and so
important"
Lamar laughed, but somehow there
was not keen enjoyment in the sound
that came from his lips.
“I want you to tell me such lots of
things,” she began enthusiastically. :
“Your profession must bring day after J
Dressing Wounds With Celluloid.
To remove one of the worst terrors
„f the wounded man in hospitals—the
often agonizing dressing of the heal
ing wound—Sir Almroth Wright has
-arrested placing a thin piece of per
forated celluloid over the bare wound
to-fore the ordinary dressings are ap
plet. The result is that, instead of
havtig to tear the lint away in dress- I
iiag the wound, often an extremely i
painfnl process, the dressings come |
away easily and quite painlessly. The ]
crilu'otd. which seems to be more holes
than material, is first rendered soft and
pliable by soaking in a 20 per cent
solution of carbolic acid, then washed
in weak salt solution, and then laid
directly on the raw granulating sur
face. Fine lint soaked in a five per
cent solution of common salt in sterile
water is then placed over the celluloid,
after which firm bandages ore applied.
Wise Youngster.
They have some precocious young
sters in the schools down Shepherd’s
Bosh way. Look at this, for instance:
“Oh, Miss Tuttleson,” said little Bob
bie. who had been kept after school,
“whenever I see you I can't help think
in’ of experience.”
“What do you mean?” the lady de
manded, with a good deal of asper
ity.
“Experience is a dear teacher, yon
know.”
Then she gave him a pat on the
cheek and said that he might go if he
would promise not to make faces at
any of the little girls again.—London
Tit-Bits
day of thrills, suspense—tragedy. Win
you tell me something of criminals as
you know them? I've tried to study
them just a little and—”
There was a smothered exclamation;
it was in anotKbr sound that came
from the stairway. June looked up
just in time to see a portion of a
black shirt move from the hall out on
to the porch. Then followed a low
toned order in Mary’s voice—the
words ■'broken" and “vase” drifted in
through the open window. By a length
ened shadow and a reflection in the
window pane June saw that the nurse
was standing, hidden, just outside the
sill.
It amused the girl. It reminded her
of a lioness standing over cub when
the hunter drew near. But this man
I-amar was so miid. so prefectly harm
less—doubtless he was a sleuth of
great reputation, but under this roof
he was merely a courteous man of the
world, who called because he was in
terested in her.
“1*11 raise the ante.” Lamar broke
in on her musings—then caught him
self, “1 beg your pardon. Miss Travis.
I have no reason to believe that you
are familiar with poker terms. I meant
that I'd bid one hundred times the
orthodox amount of one cent if you’ll
tell me what your thoughts were just
then. Whatever they were, they were
indulgent, cynical and amusing; be
cause your eyes mirrored each one of
those moods.”
June managed a mock-serious shud
der.
“You appall me. Mr. Lamar." she
answered laughingly, “I was thinking
just then of the number of criminals
you must have met.”
“All kinds; and many of each kind,”
he started gravely. “And. if you really
don’t mind talking of such things, I'd
like to ask you something. Before we
met yesterday in the park. Miss Travis,
did you see anything of a veiled wom
an in black?”
Outside, on the porch, a chair
scraped along the floor. June heard
the sharp intake of Mary's breath.
“1 believe I did pass such a woman.”
she brought out the words slowly, as
if unwilling to make the statement
positive. “Yes, now that I think about
it, I’m sure I did.”
I.amar leaned forward in his chair
and half-unconsciouslv placed a hand
upon her arm.
“Think, Miss Travis—think!” he
UI gt?u.
Down the stairs came the sleek, pat
ter of Japanese feet in American shoes.
Lamar turned, impatiently, as Yama
advanced to the center of the room
balancing a dustpan and brush in one
lean, yellow palm—the other extended
with a bit of charred paper fluttering
stiffly, from it.
“Pardon. May this be honorable
value to Miss June?” he intoned flatly.
Lamar started, at sight of the frag
ment. June reached out vaguely, nod
ded, smiled as best she could and took
the paper from the butler's hand.
‘Thank you. Y'es. You may go.”
With Lamar's eyes upon her it was an
effort to say even that.
As Yama disappeared through the
doorway, Lamar turned upon her.
“What is that?” he said sharply.
‘This?" she inquired faintly, holding
the paper before her.
“Yes. What is it?”
Without waiting for her answer and
before she had a chance to regain her
shattered composure, he took the
burned document from her hand and
examined it carefully.
“Where did you get it?" he asked at
length and his tone implied that con-'
viction had taken place of suspicion.
"Why— er— why, the veiled woman j
in black dropped that note as she hur- j
ried by me.”
Lamar walked up close to her and
looked steadily into her wavering eyes.
"Miss Travis.” he said gravely, "are
you quite sure of that?”
“Sure? Of course I'm sure!" she was
trying desperately to laugh.
“Would you mind showing me just
where you saw this woman in black?"
June laughed easily.
"Why, of course, i won't mind, Mr.
Lamar. You're making this - trifling
incident such a frightfully serious af
fair. that it rather amuses me. Do
detectives—I beg your pardon—do
crime specialists always have to fasten
on such silly things to track their
criminals?"
Lamar ignored the sarcasm.
“You will come?" he repeated.
“IH be ready to go out with you. in
two minutes.” she promised, running
ugiiuy up roe siairs.
A black figure moved quickly across
the porch and entered at a small side
door. Lamar darted to the window too
late to see more than its shadow
Upstairs, in the boudoir, June
dragged a hat from its box and stood
before the mirror swinging it on her
hand. There was a curious buzzing
sound in her ears and things didn't
look sharp and clear cut to her eyes.
As she turned to leave the room.
Mary, breathless and shaking with ter
ror, hurried through the door and
threw her arms about her.
"You shan't go!’’ she declared pas
sionately. *'My precious, my lamb—
you shan't be led to the slaughter.
He suspected you. He has from the
first. He came to sny, not to visit you.
Don’t go. dearie—don’t ;o!”
"I have brought it on myself," June
answered dully. ‘Tve got to go. With
his suspicion aroused, don’t yon see it’s
the only thing left to do? Ill be able
to turn his suspicion aside—I don't
know how—but I’ll do it. Oh, I'm so
tired!”
Just for a moment she weakened
and placed her head on Mary's shoul
der. She had always felt secure that
way—as far back as her memory went.
Even now. a woman grown, she found
a* strange sense of solace, resting
there.
A stifled exclamation from the nurse
broke into ber dream of rest, worried
she raised her head.
She saw a black sleeve, tightly
gripped by a white hand in which a
vivid circle of blazing red had sudden
ly been reborn. Horrified, she traced
the flaming mark with a trembling
forefinger.
Then the tension snapped and she
sank to the floor, a whimperingly help
less girl, with both hands pressed to
her lips to muffle her frightened sob
bing.
Abruptly June got to her feet, and
tenderly lifted the old woman up be
side her.
“You're going to be good and do just
as I tell you,” she commanded, “be
__—- -i
“Did You See Anything of a Veiled
Woman in Biack?’’
cause that is the only way you can
help me. And I need help so, dear.’
And in less than a minute she had
gone, her face wreathed in smiles,
waving a gay good-by with the gloves
she was drawing on.
At the foot of the stairs Lamar was
waiting for her. His manner was now
a trifle overcourteous.
Upstairs at the window of the girl’s
sitting room, Mary stood behind the
draperies, motionless, and watched
them go.
“God, he suspects her! There is
danger for my little girl. God. tell me
what to do! God—hear me in my
trouble—tell me what to do!”
From far down the street the echo
of June's merry laugh came back to
her as she prayed in agony.
“Ycu will remember precisely where
she passed you?” Lamar was saying,
suavely. “You see, ordinarily, it is
enough to remember just about where
a thing happened. But when you’re
tracking criminals it must be exactly
where.”
“If you become any more profession
al and technical I shall get so mixed
up I won’t remember anything.” June
warned him. jokingly. “I’m all shiv
ery, right now! I’m thinking it great
fun to be a sleuth.”
“Really?” observed Lamar eyr'ng
her keenly. "I trust you will continue
to find it 'great fun,’ Miss Travis.”
“Here!”cried June mock-dramatical
ly. “right, on this spot is where 1
should say passed the veiled woman in
black—that is, where she passed me,
I mean.”
She was pointing a tragic forefinger
a small spot in the flagging. Then
suddenly a startled cry burst frombei
and she raised her arm limply—and
pointed.
Turning, the detective saw a woman
in black—a long coat hid her figure
a thick veil shrouded her features. She
stood motionless on the walk, in front
of a huge tree.
Incredulous, Max looked from the
sable-draped figure to the half-faint
ii_g girl beside him—then back again
The woman hadn't moved. She seemed
unconscious of their presence.
“Is that the one?” he muttered
hoarsely. “Is that the woman whc
passed you?”
Stunned by the horror of it all, June
nodded her head. Immediately Lamar
left her side and started to stroll aim
lessly toward the woman in black.
The sound of his steps on the pave
ment roused the veiled woman from
her lethargy. She turned her head
with a quick, startled movement and
walked rapidly away.
Lamar quickened his pace. June
fearful of what she had done, started
after him. Suddenly the woman it?
black, cut across a lawn, breaking
into a run.
June saw the crime specialist clench
h>s fist fiercely. His quarry had giveD
him the slip. The girl found a wonder
ful exhilaration in the fact.
As she watched him his chin sud
denly shot forward—his eyes strained
from their sockets, and a smile, cruel
yet suave, dawned around his mouth.
At the rear of the house stood a gar
age. Across its freshly painted, light
gray door sprawled a blotch of inky
black, plastered there by the wind.
The breeze died. The black patch
fluttered and fell, hanging in limp
folds. With three bounds Lamar had
reached the garage door and was pull
ing at the soft cloth. He strained at
the door, thinking it would give under
the pressure. But it was locked.
■When Lamar turned to June great
beads of sweat stood on his forehead
and rolled from his temples.
‘‘At last!” he said exultantly, “1
have the veiled woman this time, and
perhaps—the mystery of the Red
Circle!”
June stared at the edge of the black
cloak that he gripped so tightly. She
recognized it It was—her own!
Inside the garage, flat against the
door (imprisoned by the cloak edge
she could not tear free) the woman in
black pushed the veil back from her
gray-white face and prayed:
“God keep my lamb from harm!”
‘END OP THIRD INSTALLMENT.)
The True Values.
"You ask me what values impress
me as being the true ones. I am very
sure, for one thing, that it is the in
ner far more than the outer resources
on which one must depend for lasting
happiness. Do you see that pala'1* of
my neighbor’s across the river?”
In the treetops beyond the Hudson
loomed the roofs of a great house—i
mansion copied almost whole from
Italy and set down in the New Tork
woods.
"There are a hundred rocnw In that
house," said Mr. Burroughs. “It needs
a dozen maids to keep them dustless
and it needs a dozen gardeners to keep
the grounds. There is a ceiling in it
200 years old and a carpet 400 years
old and relics and ♦'ensures from
feudal Europe without number; but I
would not give Slabside or Wood
chuck Lodge for it all. if I had to live
there.”—John Burroughs.
May Nationalize Coal Mines.
Lord Rhondda, whose coal interests
in Wales are very large, has taken over
the Gwaun Cae Gurwin colliery, the
largest in the Swansea district and
said to be the largest in the world.
It has a capacity of 300,000 tons a
year. Farther mergers are expected
and the nationalization of the coal In
dustry of Great Britain is expected.
Heavy.
“They say a lot of the bread you get
now is underweight”
“That so? Well, my wife helps to
mate up the average.”—Boston Eve
ning Transcript
__—
IWhy That Lame Back?,
Morning lameness, sharp twinges
when bending, or an ull-daj imck
ache; each is cause enough to sus
pect kidney trouble. Gel after th-j
cause. Help the kidneys. 'V*|
Americans go it too hard. 'V j
overdo, overeat and ncglet•• our!
sleep and exercise and so « j
I fast becoming a nation of ki t’
sufferers. 72% more deaths ih.ui.
in 1890 is the 1910 census story.
Use Doan’s Kidney Pills. Thou
sands recommend them.
An Iowa Case
••Ii«
r-"
often extending into ‘
my shoulder. I felt
nervous and had little
ambition. 1 Knew my
1 kidneys weren't acting
properly and I t.. ■pan
using Doan’s Kidney
Fills. They soon cur J
me and toned up my
sit’iii. x am iu JHBBBBfiliiUr
say that the cure has b* * :
nent."
Get Doan’« at Any Sto-.-s. K: * Box
DOAN’S R,,,DI"JVr
FOSTER-MILEURN CO.. BUFFALO. N. Y.
Too Much to Ask.
“Is this train on time?” u.-»
impatient passenger.
“My friend,” replied the condo*
impressively, “with all we’ve
think about in connection with «■•*»
gress, the Supreme court and tit*- in
terstate commerce commission. yon
surely aren't going to ask us to '.orders
our minds with a minor detail like
j that, are you?”
!10 CENT "CASCARETS"
IF BILIOUS OR COSTIVE
F<* Sick Headache, Sour Stomach,
oluggish Liver and Bowels—They
work while you sleep.
Furred Tongue, Bad Taste. Indie -•
tion. Sallow Skin and Miserable H* id
aches come from a torpid liver and
| clogged bowels, which cause your
| stomach to become filled with undi
gested food, which sours anil ferments
like garbage in u swill barrel. That's
the first step to untold misery—tndi
gestion, foul gases, bad breath, yellow
skin, mental fears, everything that is
horrible and nauseating. A Cascard
to-night will give your constip st>-d
bowels a thorough cleansing and
straighten you out by morning. They
wprk while you sleep—a ld-iv-r I >>v
from your druggist will kee; . - i
ing good for months.—Adv.
No Delay.
“Old Father Noah had the richr s lei
When lie became convinced that pr
pax-edness was the thing, lie d**tax •
stand around talking about it. lb*
went to work.”
“True enough. But you ,nits’
her that old Father Noah didn't h iv
to wait weary weeks and month- !i
appropriation bills were being put
through congress.”
DANDRUFF AND ITCHING
Disappear With Use of Cuticura Soap
and Ointment—Trial Free.
The first thing in restoring dry. fall
ing liair is to get rid of dandruf: a ;
itching. Itub Cuticura Oimmeut m *
scalp, nest morning shampoo with
Cuticura Soap anti hot water. Prevent
skin and scalp troubles by making « u i
cura your everyday toilet prepar..’ •
Free sample each by mail with Boot
Address postcard, Cuticura, I*<’pt. L
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
When a Feller Needs a Fiberd
She—Tell me about your early .-;ru_*
gles.
He—There's not much to tell. T!
more I struggled the more the old ma:s
laid it on.—Boston Evening Trans* -i;.i
GIVE “SYRUP OF FIGS"
TO CONSTIPATED CHILD
Delicious “Fruit Laxative” ;an’t harm
tender little Stomach, liver
and bowels.
Look at the tongue, mother! It
coated, your little one’s stomach, i.ver
and bowels need cleansing at on
When peevish, cross, listless, doesn
sleep, eat or act naturally, or is lev. -
ish, stomach sour, breath bad. lias
sore throat, diarrhoea, full of cold, give
a teaspoonful of “California Syrup of
Figs,” and in a few hours all the foot,
constipated waste, undigested food
and sour bile gently moves out of Its
little bowels without griping, and you
have a well, playful child again. Ask
your druggist for a 50-cent bottle of
“California Syrup of Figs,” which con
tains full directions for babies, chil
dren of all ages and for grown-ups.—
Adv.
Gentle Thrust.
Miss Oldgirl—I remember when the
girls married much younger than they
do now.
Miss Pert—Yes, so grandma tell*
me.
Many a picture of health is colored
—by hand.
Grippy weather
this. Better get a
box of—
CASCAMgOIJININE
The old family remedy- in tablet
lonn—safe. sure, easy to take. No
opiates—no unpleasant after effects.
Cures colds m 24 hours—Grip in 3
«tays. Money back if it fails. Get
w gf°!iine box with Red Top and
Mr. Hill's picture on it—25 cents.
At A as Drug Store
I
DITCIIT0 WsUonE.Col.man.Wut'
KB I PR I X Ington.li.C. Hi..** rr»,. li'.ot
! ■ M ■ hll IWeu references. Best raaolia
! “BOUfiHonRATS’Te^Jo"^^
riww ■ ■ n |
▲▼old operations. Positive Liver St Stomach remedy
CNo OU)—Res alts sure; home remedy. Write Today
lMu4TC.-D.pt. W-l. IDS.D.ofenSL.CW
W.~n7u., OMAHA, NO. 1-1917.