Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 5, 1922, Page 10

PAGE Fork. Che Casper Daily Cribune TUESDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1922. Griumphs of 4 M-Jonquelle by Merviiie Davis THE Begin Here Today Seated in the quiet of his Paris study | M. JONQUELLE, Greatest of French | detectives, reads from his father's| diary the tale of a crime that took | place years ago in far-off Virginia. | ‘The diary telis how the son of PEYTON MARSHALL stole his fath-| erted the Englishman Zé ex's will because he believed his! xy father stood up with a twisted, GY father at his death had been | tronical smile. j Yi, strangely influenced by the English-|z¢ you doubt or rather a misfor- “ty pes tune-telier, I will ask Mr. Lewis and a nee = MR. GOSFORD, and that under this influence had left Gosford all his $50,000 estate instead of keeping his promise and leaving his son $30,000 The writer of the diary recounts how his father and the lawyer, MR. LEWIS, were suspicious of Gos- The son admits he took the it to the execu. hered in the plan ford and the Ka with Ge It was m: broke the silence. Gosford,” he said, “what scheme Were you ami Marshall about?” You may wonder, s' replied the continu to write his you. * gaid the boy. tell 3 “But Iv 3 “My father thought that the states in this republic could not hold together | very much longer. He believed that! the country would divide, and the} South set up a separate government. | He hoped this might come about w.th: | out a war. He was in horror of # war He had traveled; he had seen nations | and read their history, and he knew what they were talking when they urged war.” He paused and looked at Gosford. iy father was convinced that the Bouts would finally set up an inde pendent government, but he hoped a war might not follow. He belie that if this new government were immediately recognized by Breat Brita n, the North would accept the inevitabie and there would be no bloodshed. My father went to Eng land with this scheme. He met Mr. Gosford somewhere—on the sbip, I tnink. And Mr. Gosford succeeded in FORTUNE TELLER. | use and pleasure. son Post , f that it was your intent ford, it was not to be! I see you writ ing this release; and Mr. Gosford, my father’s voice went up full and strong—“I see you writing it in terror —sweat on your face!” along tr BARNEY GOOGLE-Sparky Has an Apartment de Luxe Now. By Billey De Beck SEMoR GOOGLE IT GRIEVES ME BEYOND WORDS “Te SEE You WORRYING COVER. ~ SPARK PLUG™ SeLIEVE ME, HIS SECOND tN HAVANA 77 WE StNOR , r TRUST \f Nou ARE SATISFIED THAT SPARKY S GETTING THE BEST THERE (S = STaus ARE MADE OF GENUINE MAHOGANY AND RENT FOR # 200% A MONTH- Trine OF ITH Nugent su CERE LONG ENOUGH. q T-Ve FFERED flerfbitns XI Can BEAR THIS SEPARATION No LonceR |! Tim GONNA ASK Tuose Bikps WHe BousHT my \uorse TS GNE ME PERMISSioNn |S Keer Km COMPANY © PooR SPATKY (ef HE MISSES ME As _ muen AS E Do Him. HES ter & LUMP w HIS ThHRoaT Taar A GRAY HOUND [ COULDNT” Reap OVER — Hage Meh Hat | gcoD MGHT, Sonny \ I sosTr Wanna SEE Hie ,Dec «iF You WAS A MoTHER You @ouro “The Devii ‘2ke your nonsense!" Herman Gaeki to tell me what they/ see.” The two men crossed the room and stooped over the paper, while my father held the crystal. The manner and the bearing of the men changed Se egrets sont cer ta] PETEY DINK. | fired with interest = AINT THAT Tue WAY Tuo 7— | HERE | AM. ALL IN PROM Tals. Nusomuta And THAT Biro THIS 1 Look GRE — 1 OUGHTER BE /GETTI A UTTLE SYMPATHY, 1 OUGHTER —— ME, wilt Ho Steer FoR A WEEK — — AH, IT TAKES A MOMAN To TREAUZE Thins —Yov De ~Nou look As iF Nou'D SLEPT Ace NiGHT ty Your cumes’ Neau?- if | Hao STREUCTH ENoucH 1'D Kiock< Nou For A Loop —#1'm DaRu NEAR A WRECK— I Haven T HAD A Wink OF SLEEP FoR NEARLY —'‘Lo - Petey ov Toe — SAY, Nov Wook GREAT This Motuine ! j y “SIR, MAN, SAID THE “po you ENJO G LISH THIS FOOLERY?" ” said the old doctor, with ign expletive. cried Lewis, thing more than Pendleton’s vision. I see the penitentiary in the distance.” The Engiishman sprang up with an oath and .eaned across tho tatic. Then e tha thing. father’s hand held the ez> above the “see some | Another hard one that | through the mo Is is this: “Why di water run off a duck’s back?” So that writers and lecturers may a: the term for comparative ilustratio to show how easily some things are ata) figures of the bequest writ convincing my father that tf he had « oe Ae ST OREN OHNE HDS SAY, @KIE-1GeTTA FIND Searc ME, SHEIK - ASK MILDRED -\b GIVE MosT So wound 1— | done.—Memphis Commercial Appeal. i bd focused ne of! ass magnified to A ea sum of money he could win over cer iiicotatar: tantvutaee that vase CuT Wher Makes THE MILDREO - MAYBE ANY THING To KNow WHAT 1D TAKE Some | tain powerful persons in the English | eniargement a thing that would| TOWER OF PIS@ LEAN, . SHE KNows! Makes THE TOWER oF | government, and so pave the way to| Scape the eye stood out. The top| FoR? MY HisToRY Pise.Lean! an immediate recognition of the| Cur of a figure 3 had been erased,| cass! —— Bouthern Republic by Great Britain.| ina the bar of a 5 added. One could! | He followed my father home and hung | .o6 the broken fibers of the paper on About him, and so finally got his wil. | the outline of the curl, and the bar My father way careful; he wrote noth-| Orshe tive lay nereee the ton ay van ing; Mr ford wrote nothing: there | three and the top of the o behind it| is no evidence of this plan, but my] hixe 9 black lath tacked across two} father told me. and it is true. apeighta | ; My father stopped by the table and! "rhe figure 3 had been changed to lifted hs great shoulders, “And 66 he said, “Peyton Mar. shall imagined a plan like that, and left its execution to a Mr. Gosford!” The Englishman put down his pen and addressed my father. “I would advine you, sir, to require & little proof for ronclusions. ‘This is a very pretty story, but {t tr prefaced by an admission of no evi dence, and {t comes as a special plead ing for a criminal act. Now, sir, if } chose, if the bequest required it, I could give a further explanation, with more substance; of moneys borrowea by the decedent in his travels and to be returned to me. But the will, sir, standé for itself, as Mr. Lewis will as eure you.” My father seemed brought up in a cul-de-sac. His face was tense and @isturbed. He stood by the table; and now, as by accident, he put out hi hand and took up the Japanese crys tal supported by the necks of the three bronze storks. He appeared un conscious of the act, for he was in Geep reflection. Then, as though the Weight in his hand drew his attention, he glanced at the thing. Something about it struck him, for his manner changed. He spread the will out on the table and began to move the crys- tal over it, his face close to the glass. Presently his hand stopped, and_ he stood stooped over, staring into the Oriental crystal, lke those practicers of dlack art who predict events from what they pretend to s in these spheres of glass. Mr. Gosford, sitting at his ease, in victory, regarded my father with a supercilious, ironical smile. “Sir,” be said, “are you, by chance, 2 fortune-teller? “A misfortune-teller,” replied my father, his face still held above the Marshalls son.” “Sir,” said the Engiishman, now provoked into a temper, “do you en- joy this foolery.” “You are not interested tn crystal- crysta.. “I seo here a misfortune to| Marshall's signature. Mr. Anthony Gosford I predict,| “See!” he cried. “Your writing is! 5 t from what I sce, that he will release | blue, Mr. Gosford, and “Marshall’s CheGiny Tribune this bequest of moneys to Peyton| red ” ° a 5 so cunningly as to deceive the eye, but not to deceive the vast magnifi cation of the crystal. The thing! stood out big and crude like a carpen-| ter’s patch. | Gosford’s tace became expressiors | lens like wood. h's body rigid; then! he stood up and faced the three men across the table. | “Quite so!" he said in his vacuous | English voice. “Marshall wrote a by imadvertence and changed it. He borrowed my penknife to erase the/ figure.” My father and Lewis gaped like men who see a penned-'n beast slip out through an unimagined p There was silence. Then sudde the strained stillness of the roo Millions are now using this sim- ple treatment to Cio loan’ s, applied without rubbing, tes juces a warm- ing sensation. It stimulates new, fresh blood to and De kt hed. C fe =e vetor Gael laughed. Oslo DONT TRouBLE AgoUT A H'M! TH’ Poor OLD Buzzard! G his long pink face, with its cropped| AVR THANK YOU UST ‘ T ‘TH’ HANDSOMEST u : GEE, ed the beard bringing out the ugly mou Sue sane aur tpn) ( OA STE NO, GEE AIT Oo HE'S OLD ENOUGH TO BE My GRAN'FATHER! grateful relief fol “Why do you laugh, my good m he said “I laugh,” replied Gaek!, “because a figure 5 can have so many colors.” And now my father and Lewis were no less astonished than Mr. Gosford. “Colors!” they said, for the changed figure in the will was black. “Why yes,’ replied the old man, “it is very pretty.” He reached across the table and/ @zew over Mr. Gosford’s memoran dum beside the will. “You are progressive, sir,” he went MIND STANDING tt IT'S @ PLEASURE T ASSURE you tt AN' TO THINK OF HIM FALLIN’ FOR THAT SIMPLE LITTLE STUCK-UP WINKLE DAMS WITH HER BLONDE HAIR AN’ RITZy AIRS! HM-mm ll WELL, BELIEVE ME, 1 WOULDN'T BE SEEM TRAVELIN’ AROUND WITH AN OLD MANNERS! 1 WONDER TF HE CAME HERE AGAIN TO-DAY TO SEE ME ~ER- T WONDER? ‘The world over, Sloan's stops rheu- matic twinges and muscular aches. It cases aching backs and sharp. neuralgic pains. to, for colds in chest. Sloan's Liniment-kills pain! Has added still another ture on; “you write in iron-nutgall ink, ENE just made, commercially, in th's year . of ‘fifty-six by Mr. Stephens. But Quietness we write here as Marshall wrote in ‘titty-four, with logwood.” E. J. GROW, He turned and fumbled in his little sf case of bottles. “I carry a bit of acid for my peo ple's indigestions. It has other uses.” He whipped out the stopper of his wal and dabbed Gosford's notes and| Resident Salesman 147 West J—Phone 2031-J SRY, DoctoR, MY CoLD 1S WORSE - COOGH- COULD Yo GIMME A PRESCRIPTION - With an oath the trapped man struck at Gaeki’s hand. The vial fell an@ cracked on the table. The hy- drochioric acid spread out over Mar- shall's will. And under the chemical SOUR SCALP iS in VEY BAD SHAPE! eat & SHAMPCOT gazing, Mr. Gosford,” replied my father in a tranquil yolce. “Well, I find it most diverting. Permit me to Piece out your fortune, or rather your misfortune, Mr. Gosford! By chance you fell in with this dreamer Mar- shall, wormed into his confidence, pre- tended a relation to great men in Eng- land; followed and persuaded him until, in his fil-health, you got this Will. You saw it written two years ago. When Marshall fell 1, you hur- rie@ here, learned from the dying man that the will remained and where it was. You made sure by pretending to write letters in this room, bringing your portfolio with ink and pen and @ pad of paper. Then, at Marshall's Geath, you inquired of Lewis for legal measures to discover the dead man’s will. And when you find the room ransacked, you run after the law.” You can’t beat the Tribune My father paused. ——___ for results and there's always That is your past, Mr. Gosford.| yyind passed. It touched m a reason—our circulation ex: Now let me tell your future. Ines you| complains Amy Lowell in the No~ eeeds any Wyoming paper. Sega ie recovered will. Ieee yeu | vember Harper's. As Amy ia & good : pleased at your foresight in getting a direct bequest, and at the care you urged on Marshall to leave no evi | Woman whose avoirdupols approx! reagent the figure in the bequest of fifty thousand dollars changed beau- tifully; the bar of the 5 turned bdlue, and the remainder of it a deep pur- ple-red like the body of the will. “Gaeki,” cried my father, ve trapped a rogue!” “And I have lost a measure of good acid,” replied the old man. And he began to gather up the bits of his broken bottle from the table. Another triumph of M. Jonquelte, “The Triangular Hypothesis,” will be- gin on our next issue. NOU NEED rv ‘you hi There are dozens of folks right here in town who are eager to make a trade with you —whether you have something to buy or sell, or are looking for employment. Everybody reads the Want Ads, so put one in yourself and you will find the people you want—and they'll find you, too! ARE YOU FAT? A good figure ts your birthright. Rejuvenation through natural meth- ods. Swan Reducing System for pri- vate consulation give phone number. Address Box A-14, Tribune. ’ To Phone 15 or 16 mates 300 pounds it is hard to see dence of his plan, lest the authorities @iscover it. For i see, Mr. Gosford, READ The Casper Sunday Morning Tribune | “Everybody's Paper” | how the wind could help it wished to get by.—New York World. ir ft Tribune Want Ads for results,