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"Give him something and let him 60 home,
Blackie," she urged. In front of Coppas Restau-
rant Gustav Seyffertitz, as the beggar; Mary

that hideous face in the fog? You
saw the beggar straighten as
though he. too. saw It and fear
had given him strength? I'm
frightened What does II mean?"
I'm trying to guess" Biackie
replied. slipping his hand into his
pocket and drawing out the
chamois bag. He opened 1t and
saw q double handful of glittering
gems. His brows furrowed in deeep
lines Of intense concentration.
Then. quickly, as II an inspirational
flash of understanding. had reached
him, he cried: I'm going back.
We may be in time"
Blackie threw the car into high
gear. whirled round the corner and
sped back toward Coppa at reck.
less speed.
AS the lights of the restaurant
became visible through the fog
he and Mary saw a stream Of
diners pouring out from within
and bending with morbid excite.
ment over something silent and
still that lay on the sidewalk just
outside the doors.
"Police!' cried some one. A
woman screamed. Blackie leaped
from his car and hurried through
the crowd.
On the sidewalk lay the beggar.
dead. his head crushed by a ter.
rifle blow evidently struck with
the crutch that lay splintered be.
side his body.
The impulse Of the born adven.
'turer drew Boston Blackie as a
magnet draws steel to the spot
where the curious crowd was
grouped about the body Of the
slain beggar.
I'm a physician. Stand back,
pleasev' he commanded as he
shouldered his way through the
throng. Blackie kneeled beside the
body and ran his hands over II
with professional skill. The beg,
gar's clothes were ripped and torn
as IL the murderer, evidently a
man Of giant strength. had killed
in a frenzy Of insanity or hatred.
Scattered on the pavement be-
side the sbody lay fragments Of
torn currency.
II saw the robbers-there were
two-as the beggar screamed
when he was struck" exclaimed a
bystander. "They tore his clothes
to pieces and then, as shouted
for the police, ran for their car
and vanished In the fog. cursing
as they went. Who would have
suspected a beggar Of carrying
wealth like this?" the loquacious
informant concluded as he helped
to gather up the torn pieces of
money.
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CHAPTER ~.
ORLOFF IN DANGER.

After Orloff's departure. Tatiana
restlessiy paced her apartment d.
vided between conflicting hopes
and fears. when she remembered
her oath she hoped he would secure
the missing Jewels; when she
thought Of herself she feared he
would. The minutes dragged in.
terminably. At last there was a
ring from the street bell. Olga
admitted a messenger boy with a
note for Tatiana- The girl ripped
It open with nervously impatient
fingers.
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loft gave him an address and
the cab moved slowly off.
FOLLOW THAT TAXI

loft gave him an address and
the cab moved slowly off,
FOLLOW THAT TAXI
Follow that taxi" was the COM
mand TO his chauffeur by the
stranger who was trailing it's pas
sengers. The girl was the quarry
he followed.
Mary clung to Boston Blackie's
arm as he climbed In beside her
and turned his car homeward.
"Oh. Blackie. why did you go
back? Why have you entangled
yourself in such a crime as this?"
she exclaimed affrightediy, shrink
ing away from the bloodstains on
his overcoat.
Because the beggar trusted me.
Because I hoped l might be in
time to save his life." was Black
les answer. Look behind US,
Mary. and IL I'm a true prophet
you'll see that a car is following.
Am I right?"
"Yes, yes. Who is II, Blackie?
What do they want Of us?"
I'm the car behind u.s." said
Blackie. grimly, ''is the man who
murdered the beggar-a man whom
/ shall call. until ! know his real
name. the Face in the Fog. He is
trailing US because Of these" tap.
ping the bag Of Jewels In his
pocket.
Blackie swung his car around
the corner and brought 1t to a sud-
den stop. The speeding auto that
followed. unable to halt, passed by
Blackie's auto.
See! The Face Is there. as I
knew he would be-" Blackie ex-
claimed with calm satisfaction.
Wen jog along home. Mary. for
I foresee q pleasant evening. Be-
fore morning we're quite certain
to have the pleasure Of a call from
the murderers Of Coppa's mysteri.
GUS begsar."
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CHE FACE IN THE FOG By Jack Boy
"A Stirring Romance of Two Continents,
Replete With Thrills, Intrigue
and Mystery. .~s+.
and Mystery.

"It's a piece OF funny business,
chief" replied the detective. "A
blind. crippled panhandler was
killed by a blow from One Of his
own crutches. Two men did the
job and escaped In an auto. One
witness saw them, but In the dark
and fog his descriptions nre worth
less. The strange part Of the case
is that the dead mans clothes were
ripped to pieces by the stickups.
who left more than a thousand
dollars in torn currency lying on
the sidewalk. They must have
known he had 1t. but why they left
It behind when they had plenty Of
time to pick It up beats me. The
beggar is a stranger In town. Moth
Ing on the body to identify him.
When we got to the morgue ]
found this slip Of paper clenched
in his hand"
BOSTON BLACKIE!
Wren handed q torn scrap Of
paper to his chief. who, after
studying It. passed It on to Hulk"
Kant. Penciled on the slip were
the figures 1886. AN auto
license number" Hulk" CALCULATED.
and reached for a telephone. In
response to his query about the
owner Of the number In the beg.
sar's hand, the license bureau
gave him Boston Blackie's" name
and address.
Boston Blackie. once the great.
est crook in tho country, enters
the cast. chr" Hulk muttered. but
he can't be the murderer. Blackie
never was q killer. Stll he must
know all that I don't. III 60 to
him.
IN be on my way. Chief" he
said. "If anything more turns up.
particularly about that missing
orutch. I'll bs at this address," he
penciled Boston Blackie's house
number. and I'll thank you to let
me know at once"
Hes q close-nnouthed little
duck. amt he?" remarked Wren
as the door closeed behind the
United States Secret Service opera
tive.
"And the shrewdest In the busi-
ness replied Chief Egan, enviously.
"His name is Hercules Ulysses
Kant-sounds like a joke name for
q detective, but believe me, old
Ulysses himself didn't have any
thing on Hulk from the neck UP.
There's something big behind this
case, Wren. We want to be In on
It when 1t breaks. Take a couple
Of good men and get busy"
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ed to the beggar's side and looked
for a second into his blankly ex-
pressionless face with a studied
habit Of character appraisement
which was a relic of his years
among crookdom's elite. The beg.
gar. as he heard Blackie step be.
side him. swayed on his clumsy
home made crutches and tapped
the placard IT AM BLIND" that
hung on his breast. Blackie's sill.
yer dollar fell heavily into the tin
cup.
thanks. meester." the man nut.
tered in the cultural accent Of an
alien tongue.
A Limousine, coasting silently
through the fog. veered suddenly
and turned it's headlights full upon
he beggar The mend'cant's bent
form stiffened, seemingly rising
from his crutches, as Blackie
wheeled in surprise toward the
glaring lights.
FACE OF TRIUMPH.
Leaning out from the car door
was an exultant. inexpressibly
malevolent face-a scarcely human
face. seen now in this off.guard
instant, in its contorted leer Of un.
dying hatred. The glaring eyes in
this Face In the Fog were fixed
upon the beggar. Triumph. hot
and ruthless as flame, burned in
them. Then. slowly. purposefully.
the Face drew back into the car
until 1t was lost In the darkness.
The car coasted on slowly. silently.
and once again the Face appeared
at the window with eyes remain.
ing upon the beggar until both the
Face and the car We're blotted out
by the fog's mantle of invis'bility.
Curious and perplexed Blackie
again confronted the beggar. The
man was standing upright. Clasp
ed behind him in a single hand he
held both his crutches. His free
hand was clutched against his
breast In q gesture Of such poig.
nant desperation 1t seemed as II his
SCARED eyes must have seen the
savage venom Of the Face. He
drew slowly back against the res
taurant wall like a trapped animal
before a deadly foe. His eyes were
turned toward the spot in the fog
where the motor had vanished.
Suddenly and again as II he had
sight. the beggar peered at Boston
Blackie. The hand that had clutch
ed his breast so desperately reach.
ed out toward Blackie's overcoat.
In that hand was a chamo!s bag.
With a gesture Of hopeless, abject
despair, the beggar dropped the bag
into Boston Blackie's pocket.
Blackie returned to his car. slip
ped in behind the wheel and coast
ed away into the fog. As the car
disappeared the beggar hastily
scribbled down its number.
What did It all mean. Blackie?"
asked Mary, nervously. you saw
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Hedu aS thou6u IL "Sit ui Se6
shell. VIII someone kindly phone
COR the police?"
In response to the suggestion.
he crowd surged toward the doors
of the restaurant and the phone
booths within. Meanwhile Blackie
picked up and curiously examined
the broken crutch which had end.
ed its owners life. 1t was Il cum.
bersome. rudely shaped stick. brok.
en- now just above the waist-high
handrest and stained with blood.
Blackie moved closer to the lighted
windows and studied the splintered
end with keen interest. Then he
laid the weapon beside the body
and kneeled again to cross the
hands upon its breast and cover
the face with a handkerchief.
A uniformed patrolman appeared
and scattered the crowd. An auto
ambulance changed It's way up the
street and stopped beside the body.
While II was being lifted to q
stretcher and placed in the
ambulance. two automobiles, neither
Of which had been on the scene
before the murder. appeared.
THE sADDENED BEAUTY.
The first of the cars was notable
chiefly because OF the marvellous
beauty Of the girl within II. She
was young and as brilliantly vivid
as the California poppy she wore
on her breast. From the youthful
ness Of her face and figure, one
would have judged that neither
time nor misfortune could yet have
laid It's heavy hand upon her life.
But the inexpressible sadness
which Swallowed her face seemed
too abundant proof TO the contrary.
BY her side was a man, young,
clean cut and well muscled, whose
patrician features bespoke ancient
and proud lineage.
In a second car which had fol.
lowed the girls to the scene of the
murder, was a man alone--a man
also with a face moulded in lines
OF good birth ands breeding, but
whose countenance also bore the
communicating brand of something
untrustworthy and wantonly evil.
Lust for the flesh pots of the world
is the lode star which rules such
lives as his face proved his to be.
The auto in which the girl of
beauty and spirituality rode stop.
ped beside the ambulance as the
beggar's body was lifted In. As her
companion helped her out of the
car she caught a glimpse of the
beggar's face. She staggered and
would have fallen but for her
friends sustaining arm.
Michael Deadi Orloff, Orloff,
they have murdered himr' she
cried, and made the sign of the
cross upon her breast. From his
auto directly behind the girls her
pursuer watched her grief with
calmly vindlctive satisfaction.
Take me away, orioff. For
Gods sake, take me home. Must
mine. like all the lives Of my un.
fortunate family, be cursed by
bloodshed from birth to grave7"
the girl moaned. The man called
orloff helped her back TO her car
with solicitous tenderness.
The jewels for which all Of US
have risked everything are gone,
OF course-stolen by the band
which has tracked us across the
sea-" she sobbed. The taxicah
driver, leaning far back from his
wheel, was listening intently. Or.
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"A man who says his name u
Orloff is in desperate danger at
No. s West Seventy-second street."
she read. HE asks you to come
to him at once"
Tatiana sprang to her feet In a
panic OF fear and. excitement,
Quick. Olga. my cloak" she
cried. II am going 10 orioff. He
Is In danger"
When Boston Blaekie's car stop.
ped before his home the auto in
which the face followed him was
close behind. Mary was trembling
with uncontrolled dread and alarm
as Blackie unlocked their apart
ment and switched on the lights.
How can we escape them2 Oh.
Blackie. what shall we do?" she
cried.
I'VE won't escape them. Well
welcome them" he corrected.
Don't be afraid. Mary. Before
they come I'll be prepared to offer
them a royal reception. 1t win be
brains versus bullets. and I'm
backing brains"
He produced the beggar's jewel
bag and poured its slitterins con.
tents upon the table. One by one.
Blackie picked up tho cleaning
gems and examined them with an
expert eye.
They must be worth hundreds
OF Thousands great fortune
and a beggar had them" gasped
Mary.
"The heirlooms of some old and
immensely wealthy family. judg-
ing by the antique style in which
they are cut" commented Blackie.
studying the gems with deep curl.
osity. They're wonderful exam.
pies of the jewelers. art"
Beautiful! And that poor, blind
cripple was murdered because Of
them"
THE FAKE CRIPPLE.
He was murdered for the sake
Of them, that's true" Blackie re-
piled. But he was neither blind
nor a cripple. He was as fine .
specimen Of manhood as I ever
saw. guessed that when his
body Strengthened as the face ap-
peared through the fog. but I
made sure as I examined him
while I posed as q doctor. There's
a queer mystery behind all this-a
tantalizing. strange mystery.
Mary. and fate has thrown US
headlong into the midst of 1t.
We're lucky"
He poured the jewels back into
the bag and put 1t away in the
wall safe behind a panel over the
fireplace. Then smiling and
whistling merrily. he made strange
and, to Mary. inexplicable prepa-
rations. Just inside each entrance
to the apartment he stretched
threads and connected them with
wires which he laid beneath the
floor rugs. From his workroom
he brought out q table candelabra
and placed it upon the living room
mantelshelf. near the safe. He
fastened an electric switch to N.
library table. ran other wires ou'
from it, and when - had finisfh
hid every trcc. OF his work wtt- :,
table cover.
fTO Be Continued TomOgrc-'.j
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Outside the door Of the restau-
rant where it's lights fell upon him
from behind. a beggar on crutches
ratified his tin cup forlornly and
drew his soggy. tattered coat more
tightly about his gaunt shoulders.
Something about the man drew and
held the interest of those who
passed. It was not his clothes. nor
his face. nor his body, nor any
other distinctive physical quality.
1t seemed rather to be something
mental. something deep.seated and
Inherent and proudly guarded.
Crippled and blind and a beggar
though he was, an indefinable
irradiation of his mind subtly sug.
gested heroism and courage and
unswerving fidelity.
Each moment the fog grew heav.
Ter, blurring everything It touched
to distorted indistinctness. From
within the restaurant there drifted
out the Elusive strains Of dance
music. Within it's doors there were
light. warmth, gaiety, all tc be had
IN a luxurious setting created by
skilled artistry and which made
Coppa's one Of the famous Bohe-
mian dining places Of the day.
Outside. where the strange beggar
had taken his stand. there were
only darkness and the chilling fog
in its chosen atmosphere OF Ill
omen and tragedy.
WOMAN PITIES HIM.
The doors of the gay dining
place opened and q man and a
woman in evening dress stepped
into the stSeet and crossed the
sidewalk toward an auto parked
al the curbstone. At the sound
Of their steps the blind beggar
rattled his cap with dismal. plead
inc insistence. The woman, as
she seated herself in the car,
looked back at him pityingly.
Z "Give him something and let
him go home, Blackie." she urged.
"Hc must be hungry to be out 80
la,e on q night like this. Hurry.
dear. I know you'll think 1t fool
ish. but somehow I'm afraid to.
night"
Boston Blackle. to whom the
woman spoke. had achieved fame
through a love Of hazardous ad-
venture. Once. because he loved
the risks of the game. he had been
q rld.famous crook. With Joy.
Gus abandon he had matched wits
and cunning with a sorely harass.
ed police force. and seldom had
played the losing hand. But all
that was In days now long past
in days before he had married
Mary, his one-womanint the-world,
Love of adventure still burned
hotly within him, but every detec.
tive from San Francisco to New
York knew that Boston Blackie
was no longer a crook. Because
he was not, none among them de.
MED they owed Mary a debt Of
gratitude.
At Mary's suggestion. he return.
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weak, sick--possibly dandruff is
strangling Il, or the hair-root pores
in the scalp are not firm and tight,
thus was ing the hair growing oils.
Danderine almost instantly stops
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his royal mistress. Orloff kneeled
and kissed her hand.
Thus I pay my homage to your
imperial rank" he said. THE
jewels are gone. May Orloff, the
man. now offer Tatiana. the wom-
an. the homage and love that are
in his hearth"
Tatiana raised her head. A girls
yearning for a love her heart re-
turns was in her eyes.
"Ah. Orioff. II only might say
yes" she murmured. Involuntarily.
her hands touched his. caressingly.
III only I might" she repeated
sadly.
But In that moment as Tatiana
looked into his eager face with sur
render to the love for which her
heart craved trembling upon her
lips. a vision Of the past returned
to divide them. She saw herself
kneeling beside an aged man who
lay upon the floor in a widening
pool Of blood.
THE VOW.
do you swear?" the dying lips
demanded.
With her right hand upraised,
Tatiana had solemnly answered: Il
swear"
The vision passed but Tatiana
with q choking sob now drew back
from the arms Orloff stretched to.
ward her.
MY oath still remains between
U.S." she told him In q voice CULVER
ing with sorrow and regret. "It is
sacred to me. Orlotf. Is there no
hope Of recovering the Jewels? Is
thers nothing we can do?"
The mans outstretched arms
dropped to his side in abandon.
ment to hopelessness. Fidelity to
the duty she required Of Him had
conquered self.
There is a chance that I may
be able to recover the jewels for
you, Your Hishness," he an.
swered. "It 10 q faint chance, q
mere possibility, but I will try"
He turned toward the door. Ta.
tiana laid a OBTAINING hand upon
his arm.
you are very good to me, Or.
loft" she whispered. Then, as
womanly fears born Of her love for
him mastered her: Don't take
risks, don't 60 into danger"
"why avoid danger when I live
only to serve you," he replied, and
left her.
TO HEADQUARTERS.
After pocketing orloff's fare the
taxi chauffeur drove to police
headquarters. He hurried inside.
and a moment later was shaking
hands with Dan Egan, chief Of do.
tectives.
"Glad TO see you, Mr.. Kant!
What brings you out this way7"
inquired the chief geniaiiy. "Noth-
ing in the counterfelting line, I
hope"
mot this time, chief, Tn afraid
SIS likely to be even more diff.
cult. What I want now is TO know
all you know about the murder of
a beggar in front Of coppa's res.
taurant tonight"
"Aha, Uncle Sans interested In
hat business, eh?" answered Egan
with q glance OF shrewd Interest.
"wren's handling the case. Wen
have him in Immediately. Give
us the facts on the murder Of the
beggar down at Coppa's," he orr
dered as his subordinate appeared
In answer TO his ring.
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Watch For This Story in the Near
Future at MoOre's Rialto, Featuring
Lionel Barrymore.
BY JACK BOYLE.

IN ROM behind the mst-frosted windows of Coppa's
r. restaurant two squares of light dimmed by the
dripping blanket of fog which had settled
the city at nightfa shone wany into the outer dark
The fog was impenetrable heavy, binding. 1t
seemed sinister, secretive evy conscious Thing urk
ing in its concealing shroud for mysterious and
hidden purposes.
AS if they sensed some psychic warning, the few
pedestrians the street hurried their way glancng
furtively their shoulders for tragedy seemed to
tant the air like the miasmatc mist of fever swamp.
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Brain Work and Fish

TT is a popular fallacy that fish is good for brain
workers The belief is based on the idea that fish
contain large amount of phosphorus Fish contains
very little phosphorus but is good food however.
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ArklDright's Spinning Jack

THE Science Museum in London has just acquired
the only known specimen Of the original Ark
wright spinning jack in one family for $50 years. II
has forty-eight spindes and is worked by hand.
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sUNELQWER NEEDLE CLUB


The Sunflower Needle Club met at
the Country homo of Mrs. VIII Eaden
one mile west Of Floris, Oklahoma,
Thursday afternoon, August 10. Nine
members met at the home of Mrs. A,
J. Lancaster and drove in cars to the
Eaden's home.
After the regular business meeting
the hostess served a delicious lunch
then the members were all invited to
the peach orchard where they ate all
the peaches on the trees. TIE meeting
was voted great success by all.
The following members were pres
ent: Mrs. Todd Lamb, Mrs. ]. G.
Gregors, Mrs. Lee Harding, Mrs. s. A
Waite, Mrs. A. J. Lancaster, Mrs. w
A. Dotson, Mrs. Earl Dawson, Mrs
Sam Granger, and Mrs. o. H. Wyman
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SPLENDID LOCAL TALENT
: : o -. IN. RADIO PKOGRAM
Tucker Electric Co., to Broadcast the
Entertainment $50 Meters
Friday Evening

The very best local talent here will
give a program Friday evening, Au-
gust 10 at 1880 o'clock which will be
broadcasted by the Tucker Electric
Company.
The program will be given ut the
electric station IN this city and will
DO participated In by number Of the
best musicians Of the city. All wko
have receiving sets within the radious
Of the local station are invited to
tune in and receive the program which
will be as follows:
First will be some Photograph music
for tuning purposes after which the
following program will be given:
March-"Talalula Band'-Ameri-
can Legion Band.
Saxaphone Solo-"Sounds from Sthe
Ball"-Helen Boles.
Fox Trot-"Leave Ne with Smile"
American Legion Band.
March Marshall Haig"-Ameri-
can Legion Band.
Vocal Solo-"Sunbeam"- Agatha
Printz.
Piano Solo-"Military Polonaise''
Mildred Cure.
Vocal Solo-"A Birthday"-Ruth
Cure.
Pianologue- Foolish Questions
Harriet Boles.
Piano Duet-"Midsumrner Night
Dream Fern Ellsaesser and Esther
Walker.
Violin Solo editations"- MRS.
-Ebersole.
Vocal Solo-"Happy Days"-Aga.
tina Printz.
Piano Solo-"Witche's Dance
Mildred Cure.
Saxaphone Solo-"In the Shadow
Of the Sphinx-Helen Boles.
Pianologue-"It Takes" = Harriet
Boles.
Vocal Solo-"In the Boat"-Ruth
Cure.
Piano Solo-'Fantaisie Impromptu
-Milderd Cure.
Vocal Solo-"S Smiling Through
Agatha Printz.