The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-03-05
SYNOPSIS.

| D1TLn1ndTk on DlS HanQ, ldS ScLNCo AiAS third prison term. One in each Borden generation, always a criminal, has borne 1 the Red Circle mark. Jim and his son Bordens. Max Lamar, a detective, is de- tailed to keep an eye on Jim June Travis and her mother meet Jim as he is re- leased. Jim and Ted are killed. Next 1 ans hand outside curtained automobile. June, marked with the Red Circle, robs Grant. loan shark Mary, June,s nurse, 2. | Travis does not know. Mary tricks La
 mar. June, dressed as boy, recoyers Mary's coat from the police. Lamar visits 1 Smiling Sam" Jim's old crime partner. At the seaside June seals war invention | plans from Todd Drew and sinks them in i Surfton by Smiling Sam, Alma La Sale | paints the Red Circle on her hand and | robs the guests at a ball. Mary sees her wash off the mark and points her out to Lamar who follows her back to town, captures her with the jewels and goes after Smiling Sam"
 At second glance June recognized the couple. They were Mir. and Mrs. Lake, newlyweds. The bride was an old school friend of June's.
 June went forward The bride rec ognized her and greeted her eagerly
 "Oh, June Travis." exclaimed the bride. I'm so glad to see you! liar ry is being perfectly abominable. What do you think he has the nerve to want me to do? He actually wants me tc throw away this gorgeous bunch O. paradise feathers in my hat
 Gan you blame me, Miss Travis?' put in the groom, T belong to the Bird Protection society, and I'm net going to allow my wife to bring criti- cism on me"
 "Mercy!" exclaimed June in mock terror. "The man who put his hand between the upper and neither mill stones was a sage, compared to the reckless person who interferes in a quarrel between husband and wife! This is no place for mel"
 Disregarding their protests, she, raced on, leaving them. She did noti pause until she reached the foot of, |the cliffs, fully furlong away. There; she looked back. She was just in time Ito see Lake dig his hands deep into |his trousers pockets, shrug his shoul- Iders peevishly, and stalk away. He |did not once look back, but strode on until he reached disused boathouse farther down the beach. He walked around this and seated himself gloom fly upon keg at the side most dis Itant from his wife.
 She turned to observe the bride. Mrs. Lake had seated herself on the sands, raised her parasol and laid her that on the beach at her side.
 It was the bride who surrendered. Presently she sighed, got to her feet and, leaving the parasol and hat on the sand, began to walk slowly toward the boathouse. June watched her go- watched her until corner of the boat house hid her from view.
 Then, as her own gaze strayed back to the place where the bride had been sitting, June was aware of throbbing and burning at the back of her right hand She looked down at the hand. The Red Circle glowed wildly against the snowy flesh. At the same in- stant, an impulse seized and mastered her.
 Darting forward from the base of the cliffs, June sped to where the hat lay forgotten on the beach A little nearer to the water was cavity, 8 foot or so deep, that some child with a pail and shovel had that morning dug in the soft sand.
 June picked up the hat, priceless bird of paradise plumes and all, went to the hole in the beach, thrust the hat into it and piled the sand over it.
 Then she glanced furtively along the shore. The bride was still hidden from view by the boathouse A very devil of mischief danced in June's eyes. She caught up a seashell and wrote with it on the sand these words:
 That there may be peace, the Red Circle lady has destroyed the offend ing hat"
 She neatly traced a border around this queer message, stuck up the para sol alongside it and ran guiltily back to the shelter of the cliff.
 Meanwhile, the bride, rounding the IOOiAOi VI tAC bOotAuocCs Ado OOAASAN her newly espoused lord and master ,,tting glumly on the keg, with his back to her. She took 8 step toward him, hesitated, waited a few moments in the hope that he might turn around, and then murmured indignantly to her self:
 No! won't give in!'' She turned on her heel and started back to where she had been sitting But she could not gee the hat and 1 parasol where she had left them. Her | first thought was that someone hac l stolen them. Then, some distance down the beach, she caught sight O. /, the parasol, standing upright in the sand; the marks of small feet leadin: 70 and from it.
 Puzzled, the bride went to recovei her lost possession. As she reache l the parasol, she saw the writing in t.
 sand-saw and read it. With screa, her quarrel quite forgotten in tE
 newer and greater tragedy-she ra | wildly in search. of her husband.
 June waited TO longer. With sig | she turned to retrace her steps ho1, 1 ward Already the Red Circle