The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-02-08
FIFTH INSTALLMENT

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 June Travis, a Red Circle appearing 1 on her hand, discovers that she is the l daughter of Circle" Jim Borden, who 1 tried to destroy his family and it's Red | Circle birthmark of crime. June, pity | ing the poor, robs loan shark and is 1 almost caught by Detective Lamar. l Mary, the nurse, clears June and the | latter, in a mans garb, rescues an in | eliminating coat from the police. Seen l climbing in her boudoir window, June | is in danger of having her secret sur l prised by Mrs. Travis.
 | Perhaps" conceded Lamar with un- willing admiration of the chiefs acunen. l ''But if he is he isn't working at his | trade, hereabouts. Have you tried your pretty little portrait gallery?" l No. We'll run over it, if you like. I'd spot that lads face anywhere" l He sent for the huge collection of photographs, known as the Rogues' gal 1 1ery-the likenesses of local criminals
 in all walks of life who had at one time or another become tangled in the law 1 net.
 1 With the help of his secretary and Po- l liceman Meeks-the only men who had had a good look at the dumb tailor-the I lection. Lamar lighted cigarette and sat by, impatient at the delay, as the quest went on.
 1 Here's old Circle Jim, D said the chief once, as he glanced over the handful of photos.
 | A few minutes later he paused at an- other likeness.
 Remember this chap?' he asked La 1 l on which were a full face and profile 1 likeness of a man and a written de- 1 scription. Remember him. You nab 1 bed him the last time you sent Circle Jim Borden to the coop. He was Jim's | pal for years'
 1 Lamar took the photograph and half aloud, read the words scrawled on it: l Sam Egan-alias Smiling Sam'-jewel 1 burglar-Close associate for years Of I Circle Jim Borden-Claims to have re- 1 formed. Has small cobbler shop at 1919 | Bright way. Height feet 8 inches. 1 Weight 240 pounds. Identifying marks l Smiling Sam Eagan!'' broke off La- mar, I'm not likely to forget him. We l got him when we got circle Jim' But l he was too slick for us to give him all he deserved. He was turned loose about a year ago. wasn't he? That was the l first time I ever heard of Miss June Travis-the young lady we met in the
 
 | for the Yelled Woman. I heard at the prison how she met Smiling Sam when | he got out, and how she was fooled by l his, maudlin pledges of reform. He's learned cobbling during his term And 1 she spent good money to set him up in 1 a shoemaker shop of his own'' Shes the salt of the earth, that girl commented the chief. I've heard a lot about her prison work But she swal- | lows the lies all those freed jailbirds tell her. and she gives them money that they blow on booze. It ought to be 1 stopped She--'
 1 Hold on!'' said Lamar. "Ive an idea. Suppose l drop around to see Smiling sam. He and Borden were pretty thick He may know something about the Red 1 Circle Or he may not If he does, I'll lind way to make him talk. Anyhow it's more profitable than spending the day grubbing over that collection of cell l beauties or combfng the city for dummy tailor that isn't either a tailor or dumb I'll have a try at it. I think. Give me the address again..
 1 Sam Eagans?" returned the chief, looking once more through a handful of photos. Here you are: Cobber shop l at 1919 Bright way I've had him watched once or twice. But there's nothing on him. He seems to have decided he's too old not to make an honest living. Has 8 good name in the neighborhood. rot ten neighborhood at that. Go and talk 1 with him, if you like. It can't do any harm But I don't believe it'n do any | good'
 | Chief Allen was quite right as to the ! rottenness Of the neighborhood wherein Smiling Sam" Eagan had chosen to set tie down to his life of reform. It was squalid district and on a street that served as one of the several short cuts ! to dence part of the city.
 sam Eagans shop faced on corner and behind it was a disreputable looking pack yard separated by a rickety gate and a tumbled down board fence from the alley at the rear
 The corner was uninviting even fer corner loafers. Yet one such loafer la- rested 1t at all hours of the day This consistent idler was thckset youth, clad in shabby gram. His name was Tom Dunn. His mission in life seemed to be to lean half-asleep against the lntel or Sam Eagan's doorway, puffing cigarettes
 It was an uninspiring life that MT. Thomas Dunn led. Long since the neigh bors had ceased to interest themselves | in him.
 ] Had the neighbors looked closer, they might perhaps have noted that his half l shut eyes were as bright as a rats and that those same apparently drowsy eyes were forever shifting their gaze up and down the street. Also, that MT. Dunn at intervals would step back into Smiling l Sam's shop.
 | Sometimes after vanishing thus. he would reappear at once. at his old post: as though he had merely slunk into the shop to borrow light for his eternal cigarette. Sometimes, he would not come out again through the doorway at all. But he would be at his former place. outside, none tlle less, little later And this was odd because everybody knew there was no exit from the cobbler shop except by the single door in front.
 Tom D-nn this morning, lounged as usual in front of Smiling San's shop, smoking an ill-made cigarette, and loaf ing away the early hours when most of the world was at work.
 (Continued in tomorrow's Age-FIeralA.l