Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-04-18
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to go for the season to their summer
cottage at Surfton.
IL seemed TO the distraught girl that
once away from the city, change or
air and of scene would perhaps free
her from the grip of the strange inn
pulse which of late had so mercilessly
governed her. Moreover, in town, the
problem os disposing of her suit or
discarded masculine clothing and Wig
Offered many obstacles. At Surfton, the
things could safely he tossed into the
sea. off any pier.
Mrs. Travis had worried. as had Mary.
over the light-hearted girls recent man
ner and had willingly consented to the
plan. So the household was abuzz with
hasty preparations for departure
Don't bother with that side of the
trunk. Mary" repeated June as the
nurse began TO rummage there. We
packed it,"
1T looks as il you had packed it in
your sleep reproved Mary. her love OF
neatness terribly Jared. Just look at
it. How many times do ! have TO tell
YOU TO lay things fat and smooth, at
the bottom. and to build up. as evenly
as you'd build a stone wall? Why
these things in here are all lumpy and
stuck i'm every which way. And great
big bundle all full of bumps. Such
musings l never did see, in all my
born days"
DESPITE June's protests. as she spoke,
Mary hauled forth from the bottom OF
the trunk a great irregular package
hastily tied together with blue twlne'
and presenting a dozen bump surfaces
in every direction.
. what on earth is this thing she
demanded.
"Its-it's nothing at ALL. teverishly
protested June, snatching the bundle Oh
mems clothes away. Its something
wrapped up and hid here. myself. It's
some bathing togs and-and things
Let me open it. then" said Mary
"Fu Law EN- out smooth for you ana
mack EN- the way they ought TO be
hacked. Such shiftlessness, as plllng
all that stuff into a paper parcel anu
then stufing il into a trunk that got
70 he PAGER close, I never did
Mary interrupted June, tears IN
voice and ewes. This is my own trunk
and I'm going TO put things into 1t the
wav want them. Please leave my
package alone! mean it. l want you
70 leave ii alone. Promise me:
The old woman looked. up, amazed AZ
the girls pathetically childish earnest
ness over so trivial a matter. But the
"Tbere. there. dearie!" soothed the
,,,rse all natience "Old Mary dldn
mean To scold her baby! She's sorry
No ones going to disturb your SHY
bundle. Fill the trunk with bricks II
YOU want to. There, there! Don cry.
And June knew her parcel of mascn-
line attire was safe, for the time' from
prying eyes. $1,000 so. -,
hour with Chief of Police Allen. They
rod twisted the new development oil
the RED Circle" mystery inside ana
out. studying 1t vainly from every I'M
aginable angle. ,'.-...;..a
what they had already been sure or
that no tailor in city or state was
named Altman; and that neither city
nor state contained any master tailor
who was mute. Also .a..
search of every tailor shop, by doz-
en- detectives, had failed to ldentlIy
anv EMPLOYER or employee with the DUMP
youth of the preceding night.
THAT'S the uueerest part of II to me,
the chief was saying. And you needn |
guv me for making such close hunt
of the tailor joints. That young chap
was a tailor. I'll bet months pay on
it."
"A tailor?" laughed Max. Nonsense.
| lust a clever crook, playing tailor It's
| safe TO saw he was anything but
| tailor: or he wouldn't have run the
trick of being trailed by passing him.
/ self off as one"
There's where you're dead wrong,
/ insisted the chief. did you ever notice
/ how the average man handles coat OF
| dress or any other garment that be-
| longs TO a woman? Why, when you
black coat
] Yesterday we acted like our fingers were
/ all thumbs. We could hardly tell TOP
! from bottom of it, either of us. And
| IFS the same way with any ordinary
man."
| well. what then? If"
This dumb chap took hold OF the
/ Yelled Woman's coat and handled II like
YOU or I would handle cigar or a
! beer stein. He was at home with It,
He knew tust how to handle it and how
| to hold IT. No one on earth, except
a ladies' tailor--or woman-woulo
! he able TO do that. l was a bit leery
! of him until 1 saw him manipulate the
coat. But the minute he begins to fuss
| over that~coat, I says to myself, he
a tailor, all right, all right! Tailors get
! the knacks of banding women's cloth
/ ing, just the same as women do. But
4 no other kind of man can do 1t. We
aren't trained 10. No, sir. That crooks
Y a professional tailor. whatever else he
may be on the side"
| ''Perhaps," conceded Lamar with un-
\ willing admiration of the chiefs acu'
men. But, If he is, he isn't working
| at his trade, hereabouts. Have you
tried your pretty little portrait gal
lery?"
mo. Wen run over it IL YOU like
I'd spot that lads face anywhere"
| He sent for the huge collection OF
| photographs, known as the Rogues
| gallery-the likenesses of local crimi-
| nails in all walks of life who had al
one time or another become tangled IN
| the laws net.
With the help of his secretary and
of Policeman Meeks-the only men who
had had a good look at the dumb tailor
the chief began a hasty search of the
| collection. Lamar lighted a cigarette
and sat By, impatient at the delay, as
! the quest went on.
Here's old Circle jim said the
| chief once, as he glanced over hand
| full of photos.
A few minutes LATER he paused al
| another likeness
Remember this chap" he asked La.
| mar, handing him an oblong of card.
| board, on which were a full face and
| profile likeness of a man and written
! description. Remember him? You nab.
bed him the last time YOU sent Circle
! Jim Borden to the coop. He was Jim's
| pal for years"
Lamar took the photograph and
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