Judsonia weekly advance., 1917-03-21
FOURTH EPISODE
Facing Death.

Behold the new but uncrowned Queen of the Underworld" said Phil Kelly, the famous detective, as he stripped from the girlish figure, seat ed in the big arm chair, the cloak that covered her head and shoulders.
 Kelly's assistants looked on in ad- miration.
 the girls head, and purple mask hid the upper part of her face when Kelly threw aside the cloak. Under the mask the girls mouth was radiant in broad smile. She sat quite sslll and unresistingly permitted Kelly to strip the disguise from her face.
 "Fooled-and by woman!" Kelly exclaimed at the face smiling at him.
 "Who are you? Tell me your name" demanded the Sphinx in angry tones.
 "I'm the Queen of the Sewer" said the girl as she burst into outright laughter. Kelly stood for a moment contemplating the highly amused young woman and then opened the door,
 You may go-and go quickly" he commanded.
 Meanwhile Patricia, safely home from her adventure at the Cafe Chat Noir, was consulting with Jacques, in her boudoir. Her chief assistant was all interest and attention.
 We must act fast, as Kelly now suspects me of almost everything. The picture must be disposed of, and we must plan some more raids. Tomor- row will go to old Jakobski and get the lay of the land, and then you will take the Mona Lisa to him and make the sale.'
 She was one of dozen young men and women who waited for an inter- view with Jakobski, early the next af- ternoon.
 Jakobski drove many crooked deal in his sumptuously furnished offices. Beside trafficking in stocks and bonds, making investments or buying mort gages, he made great profit in purchas- ing the works of art students, marking them with fraudulent signatures and selling the counterfeit canvases to art collectors for fabulous sums.
 While Pat waited in the reception room, one young man emerged from Jakobski's office who especially at tracted Pats sympathetic interest. He was gazing dejectedly upon a few francs Jakobski had put in his hand as payment for painting he had bar gained for.
 You seem to be disappointed" Pat ventured to say to the young artist.
 Disappointed, miss? Why, that don't half express it. This old miser makes million per cent profit out of the work we poor devils are compelled to sell him, and treats us like dogs besides"
 Perhaps can help you, If you will confide in me-" said the girl in her sweetest tones.
 For some time they chatted freely in Jakobski's reception room.
 Here have only a few francs for my hard work-and I need money to fulfill my ambition. want to paint a picture for the Academy of Arts, and I have no money to buy materials, let alone pay for the services of a model"
 Don't be so discouraged, my boy" Pat said consolingly. 1T believe can furnish the money to buy the mate rials for your painting. perhaps can advance your expenses and-well, we shall see about the model.'
 Pats interview with Jakobski was brief, while the old rogue was affabil- ity personified.
 T am sorry that l must foreclose on the Orphan Asylum your aunt is so interested in," said Jakobski, during his brief conversation with Pat, "but 1 am in need of funds, and must real-. ize on my mortgage and must sell the property"
 Having terminated her call upon Jakobski, and before giving herself time to reconsider her sudden deter mination, Pat hailed cab and was driven at once to the studio of the young artist who had so strongly i'm pressed her with his necessity for aid and-a model.
 Paul Duyelle's joy knew no bound when Pat, so promptly keeping her promise. entered his studio.
 You shall have your model" Pat quietly raid, as she approached Du-