Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-10-06
M.HAMINGM
JEWELsYt
byRoBEpTw cHAMDHps e'S
BEGIN HERE TODAY
QOBEQTrw CHAMgEQSj



BEGIN HERE TODAY
The battle for the possession of
the Flaming Jewel, which began
two years ago when the gem was
s'clen from the royal jewel casket
of the now beggared
COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA, now
conferred in the disreputable
'hotel" IN the Adirondacks where
MIKE CLINCH lived by breaking
every law. With Clinch lived his
beautiful step-daughter. the only
good influence on his life.
EVE STRAYER.
The Flaming Jewel was first
stolen from the countess by
QUINTANA, the great international
thief. From him in Paris, Mike
Clinch stole the gem and brought
1t back to the Adirondacks.
Now, at C1inch's Dump, there ar
rived Quintana, seeking to regain
the jewel and also
JAMES DARRAGH, who has worn
to restore the gem to the countess
Darragh, who is employed at the
camp under the name of
HAL SMITH learns that Q~uintana's
gang are going to try to secure
the Flaming Jewel during the
Saturday night dance.
Go Gin With the Story
CHAPTER III
BY nine o'clock the noisy chicken
supper had ended; the tables had
been cleared; Jim Hastings was
tuning his fiddle in the big room;
Eve had seated herself before the
battered melodeon.
~ fRrI- - >ff -.Z1A~lraI GIf~ah %
Smith who stood at the pantry shelf
prepared to serve whisky or beer
upon previous receipt of payment
In the event of a sudden raid, the
arrangements at Clinch's were quite
simple. Two large drain pipes
emerged from the kitchen floor be-
side Smith and ended in Star Pond.
In ease of alarm the tub of beer
was poured down one pipe; the wills
ky down the other.
Only the trout in Star Pond would
ever sample that hootch again.
Clinch, now slightly intoxicated,
leaned heavily on the pantry shelf
beside Smith, adjusting his pistol
under his ~suspenders.
young fella," he said in his
agreeable voice, you're dead right.
You sure said a face-full when you
says to me Ewes a lady, by God!'
You oughta know. You was a gen.
tleman yourself once. Even if you
take to stickin' up tourists you
know a lady when you see one. And
you called the turn. She is a lady.
All L mlivin' for is get her down to
the city and give her money to live
like a lady. I'll do it yet Soon!
I'd do it tomorrow-tonight-
II / dared* . If I thought 1t sure
fire. If I thought 'nsc
fire. > If I was dead certain I
could get away with it I've
got the money. Now! . Only it
amt the money +" Smith,"
Eyes, Mike"
"You know me?"
Sure"
you size me up?"
IT do"
"An right. If you we tell any
I'll shoot you through the head"
Don't worry, Clinch."
~ amt. You're a crook; you
won't talk. You're a gentleman. too.
They don't sell out a pal. Say, Hal,
there's only one fella I don't want
to meet"
who's that Miek?"
"Lemme tell you, continued
Clinch. resting more heavily on the
shelf while Smith, looking out
through the pantry shutter at the
dancing, listened intently.
when I was in France in a
Forestry Rig'ment," went on Clinch,
lowering his always pleasant voice.
II was in Paris on leave a few days
before they sent us home.
II was in the washroom of a caffy
a-cleanin' up for supper when dod
bang! into the place comes a.
tumblin' a man with two cops push
ing and kickin' him.
.aThey didn't see me in there for
they locked the door on the man.
He was a swell gent, too. in full
dress and a silk hat and all like that
and a opry cloak and white kid
gloves, and mustache and French
beard.
when they locked him up ne
stood stock still and lit a cigaret,
as cool as ice. Then he begun walk
in around looking for a way to get
out; but there wasn't no way.
Then he seen me and over he
comes to talks English right away;
Want to make a thousand francs,
HOiuicl uS III d quiCh WitsPcl
You're on seq L; show your
dough. Them Flies has went to
get the Commissaire for to frisk
me- SEE he. IF they find this parcel
on me / do twenty years in Noumer,
Five years kills anybody out there
What do you want I should dor SEE
!. havin' no love for no cops, French
or other. Take this packet and
stick 1t in your %overcoat.' SEE he
go to IS roo Quinze. Octobre and
i've it to the concierge for Jose
Quintana.' And he shovse the
packet on me and a thousand franc
note.
Then he grabs me sudden and
pulls open my collar. GOD, he was
strong.
whats the matter with your
a y 1. Iemme go or I'll smash
your mug fiat Lemme see your
Identification disc he barks.
sBein' in Paris for a bat, I had
exchanged with my bunkie. Bill