The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-02-01

Jim Borden, crook, tries to wipe out his family by killing his son and then him self, thus ending the criminal curse of the Red Circle birthmark. But the Red Circle appears on the hand of June Trav- is, wealthy girl reformer, and she robs a loan shark to aid poor debtors. It develops that June is Jim Borden's S daugh- ter Mary, Junes old nurse, is trying to divert the suspicious of Detective Lamar, finds herself in a precarious situation.
 June longed to hide the coat somewhere stir into fresh life Lamar's newly lulled suspicion against her.
 She turned the coat over; exposing the label. She pulled at a corner of the little square of lettered satin; but it was too strongly sewed to be dislodged so easily. Raising the label to her lips, June drove her keen white teeth into it. severing the threads, until one edge had been loosened.
 Then with a jerk she tore away the whole label; and thrust it into the front of her dress.
 She heard Lamar returning; and she careessly dropped the coat across the sill of the open door.
 'Well?' queried June, interestedly, as Max came in sight around the corner of the garage. What news of the Yelled Woman"
 "Got clean away" he reported, sulkily. ''No trace of her.
 He caught sight of the coat lying where June had dropped it. His look of chagrin frightened to one of keen eagerness. He snatched the coat from the greasy floor and twisted around so as to bring the inside of the neckband into view. And again his face darkened.
 "Clever woman.' he muttered. Even the tailors label is gone. Well, there s only one thing left to do. I'll take this coat to police headquarters and have Allen send man around with it to every tailor in the city. One of them is bound to recognize it. And we'll catch our woman that way before another days ended"
 June's heart sank like lead. The mo- mentary buoyancy that had filled her soul was gone. She realized how shrewd and yet how simple was this latest plan of Lamars; and how certain to prove suc- Cessful.
 And now" cut in the cold voice of the woman of the house. who had followed Lamar from the alley, 'if you two are quite done playing Old Sleuth all over the grounds, let me suggest that this path leads straight to the street Good day, MT. Detective
 Madam snorted the nettled Lamar, as he turned to leave them, If anything could add to the unpleasantness of this wld-goose chase of mine, it would be to hear you call me- for the second time a detective When you remember my fair young face, in your pure dreams. on moonlit nights, may I beg and beseech and mplore and entreat and insist that you remember that it Is the face of a crime specialist-not of a detctiven Come, Miss Travis
 They left the grounds and gained the sidewalk. As they turned In the direction of the Travis home, Lamar broke silence.
 "I want to thank you ever so much, Miss Travis" he said, flor being such a brick and helping me as you have. today. But for your showing me where you had seen the Yelled Wo- man, I should never have gotten on her track. It was splendid of you"
 'It wasn't" she contradicted, "I was glad to be of any help. When I was hanging on to that ridiculous coat corner, like grim death, 1 felt quite a heroine. But"
 There's another thing" he said hes itatingly. "A thing I hate like blue poison to say; but it's got to be said. Will you try to forgive me, in ad- vance?"
 How ominous" she laughed. What Is it?"
 When that Jap butler of yours showed me the torn note, an hour ago." said Max, uncomfortably, do you know what I thought? I thought you were the Yelled Woman"
 MT. Lamarr cried June, her sweet voice vibrant with amazed reproach.
 ''Won't you forgive me-" he pleaded. What was I to think? It all seemed to fit in, with such horrible exact ness. How else could | account for part of the stolen note being found in your room? And your explanation seemed too lame-so unconvincing. The simple truth often does, you know Won't you forgive me, please?'
 "You-you doubted my word?" mur- mured June, incredulously. You ac- tually thought"
 I'm so ashamed," he broke in. But paid for my mistake. I never Was more hideously miserale in all my life than I was at that very moment. It seemed as if all my aircastles-ail my dreams and ideals of glorious wo- manhood--were crashing to fragments about my ears. I'd have given my right arm to find myself mistaken And, thank God, I was mistaken. Why, when saw that Yelled Woman standing looking at us. I could-I could have kissed her; for giving me back my faith in you. T."
 Please don't say any more about it. said June. codly, "I suppose your pro fession makes you look with suspicion on everyone. The law Is supposed to believe people innocent until guilt is proved But with officers of the law.