New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 29, 1922, Page 10

,;:‘ me. riumphs of # M:Jonquelle by MeLviLLe DavissoN PosT © 1992 NEA §erv THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE § Begin Here Today. M. JONQUELLI, greatest of French detectives, is - tolling this unusual story of the great criminal at bay | ~discovered in a luxurious English | country house where he is dying | of a disersr which has already | paralyged the lower part of his body. But even in the moment of success M. Jonquelle senses that he has been heaten. The great criminal, wanted far a bond thest.in Bngland, tells how he went to America and at Bar Har bor' met the heanfiful American girl Although a criminal, his sensc of decency was outraged when he saw dissipated Engishman, | TRIDGE, was attempting to | marry her for her money. He went to Westridge, told him | that he was an old . friend of the wirl's father and that he knows the girl must have $50,000 to save se- curities which she has foolishly bought * on margin. The criminal | telle how he produced the security for a loan which Westridge raised and | then gave to him to turn over to the girl, Go on With the Story CHAPTER 111, The afternoon sun lay on the ter- race ol the gray stone house, where the big creature, dead to the middle, talked from his-chair, clearing the| mystery that had covered his | appearance from the world. It was anextaordinary story, and 1 wished 1o get it, in detall precisely clear. "It was fiction,” T asked, “this ex- . planation to Westridg: & ' He looked at me in a sort of won- der. ¢ “Sure.” he said, “I made it up.” “There wasn't any of it true? “Not a word,” he answered. “Don't = you understand? “This was a little game that me and God Almighty was settin’ up on the side.” , “You knew nothing of the girl's affairs?"” The thing seemed incred- ible to me. ‘ “That's right,”” he replied, “not a thing, except that her father, a lawyer in the South, was dead; and the small coin was beginning to mean some- thin’—an’ of course the littie game of this Westridge person—it was a blind ‘pool; nobody in on it but® God Al- mighty.” . T could not forbear a comment. . “He seems to have helped you in the cpening.” The big cgeature ! toward me. © Ao SWithe little © Westridge?” There ‘wae deep irony in his voice. o didn®t need any help to handle him. That was A B C stuff. The big Arouble was ahead.” ¥ ®With the girl?” the query escaped turned heavily % U eNe e repifed, that was my job . You listen. - I'm comin’ to it. ‘looked otit for a chance to get e girl by herself, an' about four fock 1 got it. ~ There had been.a g ini it cleared g little ~and - she nt for a walk. She took the path ng the sea toward Cromwell's Har- and 1 followed' her, = She turncd k where thé path ends at the har- , and just before a big house, that Budn't been opened ‘that'season, 1 met topped in the path. Missie,’ 1 said, ‘could I speak to you a minute?' 5 4 #There was no sham husinesy about her. She was clean and straight and efraid of nothin', like an angel of God. » o0 ‘Certainly,’ she said. €ir?) 'The big man moved his loose bulk 5 in the chair. “] know something about stories,” he sald. ‘I've had to make 'em up g0 a jury would believe 'em, an' I} donc my hest as 1 limped along by | Yer. : ! 401 ain't always been rich. T s q Was down an' out in the fn'el was agoin’ to do somethin would have ruined me, when by Got's Juck T met'Harry in' Louisville.,” (I'd Yieard the old women call her tather | Harry, so 1 had that much to go on.) 14 /Al he ‘says, ‘what's the trouble?’ 1 suppose it was in my face. 1 ‘What is it, | PIMPLY?WELL, DONTBE A pimply face will not embarrass you much longer if you get a package of Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets. The skin , should begin to clear after you have taken the tablets a few, nights. % Cleanse_the blood, bowels and liver \ with Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets, the successful substitute for calomel; there’s no sickness or pain after taking them. Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets do that which calomel does, and just as effec- tively, but their action is gentle and safe instead of severe and irritating. No one who takes Olive Tablets is ever cursed with a “dark brown taste, " a bad breath, a dull, listless, “‘no good feeling, constipation, torpid liver, bad disposition or pimply face. live Tablets are a purely vegetable compound mixed with olive oil; you will know them by their olive color. Dr. Edwards spent years among pa- tients afflicted with liver and bowel complaints and Olive Tablets are the immensely effective re‘fulgee Tgke one 8\; nightly for a week. oW mu better you't 100k, 15¢c and 30c. CASH PRIZES $3,000 1} 4 yice, Inc was hroke down an' I told him, He got it all in his head, an' then he patted me on the shoulder, “Old man," he sald, “a litte money ain't goin' to do you any good Nifty thousand dollars an' you go out to the race course this afternoon an' P a winner," 1 tried to turn it down. T didn't “BUT WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THE MON SHIZ SAID. want to lose his money; I didi't know one horse from anothet. But he just laughed and kept patting me on the “A beginner for luck,” he s “Where's your _nerve, Al?” Well, I picked that big Dercum colt that nobody had ever heard! of, a five-to-one shol, an’' he remped in.” ‘I was alimpin' along the seapath, Clear your skin ! Make your face a'business asset » That skin-trquble may be more than a source oi suffering and embarrassment —it may be holding you back in the business world, keeping you out of a better job for which a good appearance is required. Why ‘‘takea chance}'when Resinol Oin:ment heals skin-eruptions so easily Samyle free, Dept. 4R, Resinol, Baltimore, ¥ 1"l git you | \ | aproddin’ the gi 1kin' to m afrald the recollection would got away with me If 1 wasn't careful, The girl didn’t say nothin’ and I went on, with my cane an * ‘Harry wouldn't touch the win- nins; he picked out his fifty thousand and put me out of the room.' “I limped on, talking to my feet, “UANd it saved me two ways, for the thing I was agoin' to do would have ruined me.' “My volce got down pretty near in a whisper, “*I never saw Harry after that,' 1 says, ‘until last night,' “She stopedp quick, an' I went on p or two, father?' she said, "y I says, not' looking wup, | ‘Harry, just as he looked that morn- ing in Louisville—only he was troubled,’ “Then I turned on her like was makin' a clean breast of it, had the tears startin ‘and the right choke- up, an' it wasn't all jury dope, 1 didn’t want that heavenly angel fouled over by little Westridge, It balled the heart out ofy me. “‘Now, Missie,”” 1 said, 'vou've got to help me even this thing up., 1 don't know nothin’' about your affairs | =1 don’t want to know. But you've got to take that same bunch of money and ‘chance it'on something.’ “She shook her heady and I had a bad hour, All along that sea-path, with the fog dodging in and out, I kept right at her; I never lost a step, 1 was old and rich; money was nothin’ to me, “*‘But what should 1 do with the money?" she said, finally, in a sort of queer hesitation. “‘I'll tell you that tonight,’ T an- swered.” The huge creature seemed to relax, as though there had begn |a vital tension in the mere memory of’ the thing. “That cleaned up my end of it,”” he continued, “afd after dinner when it was getting a¥ little dark, 1 limped over to the church. 1 had the last ropy of the Financial Register in my hand. I stopped in the door. The church was closed and it was dark, but I didn't need any light for the business 1 come on. “'Governor,’ 1 says, ‘the rest of this job’s up to you. I'm agoin’ to open this magazine here in the dark and the first thing that's advertised at the top of the page on the right-hand side is the thing I'm agoin’ to tell her to put the coin on—-Ready.’ I says, ‘go to it!" and I folded back the page and went over to the hotel.” " Again he paused. “I got a jolt when I saw the page. It was some sort of Canadian gold- mine, so fishy that the letters had scales on 'em. But I says to myself, ‘That's teh Governor's business,’ an’ I cut it out, put it into an envelope with the draft, and left it at the desk for her.” He paused. : “The next morning 1 slid .out. Eight months later the plague struck me I crippled into England, asked her to hide me while I died, and she put me here."” “And the gold stock,” I said. it suppose it turned her out a fortune? The energy came back for an in- stant into his voi “It was'so rotten,” he replied, “‘that the Governor-General of Canada sum- moned all the victims to meet with him for-a conference in Montreal.” of a motor entering the gates at some distance through the park. The huge paralytic also heard it, and his atten- tiogy was no longer toward me. It was on the great coac¢h-colored limou- sine draWwing up at the end of the avenue of ancient beech trees. I looked with him. A girl helped out by footmen eot, same as if 1 was |7 At thig moment T caught the sound stepped down Into t avenue, ca d now with the yellow Autumn leaves, Iven at the distance It was impossible to mistake her; her charm, her beauty, were the wonder of Eng land . And on the Instant, as In a flash of the eye T recalled the painted pleture hanging in a great house in Berkeley Square, the picture from which this ereature’'s mutilated proto- graph had been taken, the ploture of & young girl, in an anclent chair, with no ornament but a bit of jade on a cord about her neck, “It's the young Duchess of lingham," I sald, The blg creature beside me was struggling to rise, his voice In an ex- cited flutter, 4 s “Sure," he sald. . “God Almighty didn’t throw me down, hen she went up to tha teonference in Montreal, He had young Hurlingham on the spot fine straight, clean youngster as ever was born. It was love her at sight; an' now'"-he made a great gesture without a visible limit—*"ghe’'s got all these places in England, an' all that Standard Ofl money that belonged to his mother's people.” The girl, radiant as a vision, was advancing on the carpet of golden beech-leaves, and 1 hastened to put a final query, the thing I had come here to find out . 1 had given up the idea of an arrest. The man was dying. “hat did you do with . the regis- tered bonds that you. got when you cracked the vault of .the British Em- bassy in Washington .the night be d"rl you went to Bar Harbor? They had Lord Dovedale's name .on_ them, and they could not be negotiated.” The whole sagging body of the un- steady creature strained toward the advancing vision as toward an idol. 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