The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-03-24
SYNOPSIS

OlrCIe J1In bOTQeu, ndIn6Q rom a red birthmark on his hand, has served his third prison term. One in each Bor den generation, always a criminal, has borne the Red Circle mark. Jim and his son Ted are the only known living of the Bordens Max Lamar, a detective, is detailed to keep an eye on Jim. June Travis and her mother meet Jim as he is released. Jim and Ted are killed Next day Lamar sees the Red Circle on woman's hand outside curtained automobile. June, marked with the Red Circle, robs Grant, a loan shark. Mary, June's nurse, discovers her theft and tells her she is Circle Jims" daughter, though Mrs. Travis does not know. Mary tricks Lamar. Lamar visits Smiling Sam, JimS S old crime partner. Sent to Surfton by Smiling Sam. Alma La Sale robs the guests at ball. Mary points her out to Lamar, who follows her back to town, captures her with the jewels and goes after Smiling Sam. On the edge of a cliff pursueE and pursued en- gage in deadly combat. Gordon, a fugitive, rescues Lamar, and June in turn saves Gordon from arrest. Smiling Sam sees the Red Circle on June's hand, tells her he knows her secret and fol- lows her to her city home. She helps Gordon to get away, after recovering for him the securities receipt which in- eliminates him by tricking Farwell and Lamar.
 There was an instant pause; as the assailants blnked irresolutely at the black pistol muzzle and at the coldiy murderous eyes behind it.
 ''Go back to your work, said Farwell, bi eakng the momentary silence.
 Beneath the menace of the ieveled W eapon and the dominating gaze of their employer, the trio looked sheepishly at each other then one by one, turned and sbuffled away toward the yard.
 Farwell dropped the pistol back into his pocket and continued upon his way to his own office.
 The three delegates returned to their fel- lows The rest of the men crowded eag- erly around them for news of the inter- view.
 Its no use,'' reported the spokesman. q asked him, and he--'
 Something white flew through the air, striking him across the eyes and then fall ing to the ground at his feet. The spokes- man looked around him in bewiderment. So did the other men. They had a fleet ing glimpse of girl on horseback, riding
  the yard from the street.
 She threw it at you, said one of the men. T saw her. What is it?'
 The spokesman had stopped and was picking up the white thing that had struck him. It was a large envelope, very thick The others pressing close around him in jostling curiosity, he tore open one end of the envelope.
 Out fell package of big denomination bills. A cry of amaze broke from the crowd. The spokesman, holding the money in one hand, stared stupidly at the envel ore. He read aloud the typewriter ad- dress:
 For the employees of the Farwell cor poration'
 What the blue blazes-.' he sputtered. Then he saw a sheet of notepaper stick ing half way out of the torn envelope He drew it forth and, in voice shaking with wonder, read the few typed lines it contained:
 Accept and distribute the inclosed as part payment of your accumulated coop erative profits in the Farwell corporation. An Agent"
 A cheer from hundreds of hoarse throats broke in on his reading.
 Come on!'' yelled ne spokesman, en- thusiastically, as he flourished the hand full of big bills. Come on boys, Let's go to the boss and thank him. He's white nldIl, dIleF dl
 Farwell, in his ground-floor office, over looking the ward, glanced out of the open window, just in time to see the crowd start toward the building. His hand went to his pistol butt. He thought he under stood the unanimous movement. Presently his look of dogged defiance changed to one of bewilderment This mob of avengers was behaving most strangely The men were dancing along, laughing and waving their caps and shak- ing hands with one another. Surely no angry mob would act thus.
 Just then, the front rank of them caught sight of Farwell standing in the open window. A roar went up.
 'Three cheers for Silas Farwell!' shouted the spokesman.
 The three cheers were given with a thunderous zest.
 The men came to halt just in front of the window, showing forward the spokesman, who still held the bundle ot | money in one hand and the typewriter letter in another.
 MT. Farwell," he began, i've want to thank you. It as funny way of sending us our cash, but it was mighty welcome. And want to apologize to you for" What are you blithering about?" queried Farwell, in dire perplexity And