The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-01-30
THIRD INSTALLMENT

Jim Borden, crook, tries to wipe out his family by killing his son and him. self thus ending the criminal curse of the Red Circle birthmark. June Ira wis, girl reformer, tells her nurse Mary of the impulse to commit crime Mary sees the Red Circle on the back of June's right hand
 Mary is overcome but stolidly refuses to tell June the terrible secret.
 After threatening to ask her mother the meaning of the Red Circle brand, Mary breaks down and confesses
 June proves to be the daughter of Jim Borden, born in a little mining town in the west, and through peculiar circumstances raised by Mrs. Travis in the belief that it was her daughter. They promise to keep it secret from Mrs. Travis.
 Detective Lamar, suspicious of June, calls at the Travis home on an invita- tion from June. During the converse tion Lamar asks her if she had seen anything of the 'veiled' woman in black; she answers in the affirmative.
 The butler blunders in with piece Of a burned note, which June had stolen from a loan shark, but one of several benevolent crimes which she has com mitted, and asks whether it has any value. Trapped, June offers to show La- mar where she found it.
 Beside herself with dread and pity, ing love words, grooming to her in mean ingless syllables, kissing her cheek, her forehead, her hands.
 There, there!' she whispered. "Cry it out on old Mary's breast, precious lamb. She's handled most of your troubles. I guess she can handle this one. There, there!"
 Abruptly June got to her feet and ten derly lifted the old woman up beside her.
 You're going to be good and do just as tell you,'' she commanded, because that is the only way you can help me. And I need help so, dear. Fix up my eyes so that no one will see that I've been crying and let me go. I went to pieces, but just for a minute. I've got to win-and I'm going to! Oh, my hand l-I forgot. It's come back-the Red Cir. cle. My glove will hide it." And in less than a minute she had gone, her face wreathed in smiles, way l ing gay good-by with the gloves she was drawing on.
 At the foot of the stairs Lamar was | waiting for her. His manner was now - O'Si SoUi tOOuos tCiiPClCu Oy | mild strain of banter. Yama, stand | ing. eXpressionless, at the door, held
 out his hat Max took it and tilted it
 at just the proper angle-then he and | June left the house, chatting merrily l Upstairs at the window of the girls
 sitting room Mary stood behind the
 draperies, motionless, and watched
 them go. Fear had dulled her think
 ing powers. But suddenly the tempest l burst in her brain. Falling on hei knees, she raised aloft her wrinkleG
 hands and prayed aloud.
 l God, he suspects her! There is i danger for my little girl. God, tell me what to do! God-hear me in my trou- 1 ble-tell me what to do!' | From far down the street the echo I of June's merry laugh came back tG her as she prayed in agony. | You will remember precisely where | she passed you?" Lamar was saying
 suavely. You see, ordinarily, it is
 enough to remember just about where a thing happened. But when you're i tracking criminals it must be exactly where" ~ l If you become any more profession al and technical I shall get so mixed l up I won't rememer anything" June warned him, jokingIy. I'm all shiv
 cry right now. I'm thinking 1t grea1 ] fun to a sleuth.'
 "Really?" observed Lamar eyeins