Judsonia weekly advance., 1917-02-28
FIRST EPISODE
The Vanishing Jewels.

It is summer, and in old St. Cloud, mecca of the Parisian visitor and of Parisians, there is no spot so gay and beautiful as Pavilion Bleu.
 "It is lovely to be here" said the wealthy Eleanor Van Nuys to the youth who sat beside her on the veranda, "but It's not so nice of Pat to keep us waiting"
 Only half-human smile spread it. self over the face of the sallow-faced youth as he managed to respond:
 Shell be along soon, I'm sure. Per haps she has stopped at Longchamps for look at the paddock"
 The lawn was brilliant with it's gay ly dressed throng moving about as the music played or sitting at tables in the pleasant afternoon shade, slipping brandy or coffee as individual taste should elect.
 "Pat loves it here-but she's such q 'tomboy,' she shocks even these gay Parisiennes sometimes" Mrs. Van Nuys resumed.
 And that would take bit of do ing" responded the youth at her side. Perhaps this is the lively Pat, right now" the young man continued, his attention being attracted by an auto mobile flashing up the gentle slope
 Sure enough, it is she" Mrs. Van Nuys declared. Her sallow-facesl com panion rose from the table to greet the vision of loveliness that fairly danced toward them.
 - The 'tomboy' Mrs Van Nuys had referred to was her niece, Patricia Montez-called by her acquaintances as well as her intimate friends. Pat" because the shorter name seemed to better fit her hoydenish nature. She lived with her aunt, who had reared her from childhood, with all the care and tenderness a mother could lavish upon her own daughter.
 "Aunty. dear; at last I'm here," cried Patwith another gay laugh.
 With the veranda crowded, Pat was most radiantly beautiful of all the company of fair Parisiennes and tour ists.
 Small wonder that the gaze of every nun in range was directed toward Mrs. Van Nuys' table,
 They stare so at me, aunty." the girl protested in mock tispleasure.
 And I don't blame them,' the youth at the table interrupted
 Silly Maurice" said Pat. taunting- ly. You are only half alive; how do you know ?''
 But have eyes-and they are all for you--'
 Be still," was Pats sharp retort. T came here to enjoy myself in my own way, and not to listen to your silly chatter"
 Sauntering toward their table Pat observed tall, dark, handsome chap. His eyes moved quickly over the assembled crowd, fixing themselves only for an instant upon Pats pretty face.
 In that flash of an eye, the man met a coy and defiant glance from Pat with coldness and indifference that sent the blood coursing to her pretty cheeks in resentment.
 This dark mans evident disdain net tied the beauty, and Pat stamped her dainty foot upon the floor of the veran- da peevishly.
 Maurice, if you must say something to me. tell me who is that tall dark man who has just turned away and is moving toward the lawn?"
 That's Phil Kelly,p was his answer.
 That's very little news" said Pat.
 "Very little indeed, I should say." chimed in Mrs. Van Nuys.
 Well then, he's Phil Kelly, the Sphinx
 Don't be so perverse, Maurice <" urged. Pat,
 All right; listen, and I'll tell you all. Phil Kelly, known as the Sphinx is one of the cleverest detectives in Paris-yes in all Europe. I've met him, and have heard all about him from many sources. He's devilish clever and lives at Hotel des Am bassadeurs. Now you know as much as do about your hero''
 "Phil Kelly, eh ?" the girl kept re- beating to herself. as if studying fanciful situation. Al last she said to her companion:
 Maurice. be good chap and in- troduce me to this wonderful sleuth.r