kM l7X tikr t EVENING PUBLIC LEDGER-PHILADELPHIA, FRI)AY, FEBRUARY 18, 1920 1- ' v w fUEMIDDLETEMPLE MURDER A. DetectWo Story by J. b. Fletcher ? CWV "r- 5?5 c" I THIS STAIITS THE STORY r,fc Soaroo, Jjonaon newsiiupvt- JJtJtwoncn veering into the h'trofVnaUcvmV ond find there ncortieroi ,..,. . j0hn Mar- AtrT Tec eiarv to a afe deposit " tuJ:t?ieU of Marbuw rcnUnga ZTZ depositing in it a small Acrlor, Ut when oficxaX examina- '?' mado the box is found, to be i im.' At the coroner's inquest ' TA l'mU il. P., odmils to ?' v- I inl-en Marbuw to his rooms IX Tempi after 12 o'clock on the '" iLf the murder, and that he knew ; what cobicci" ...-v.- ....... J and Jlathburu examine tho EXrhoi, and discover a child ", r,Mi and a silver neraiaw ' ! nel Zthe IhSno of the lid Spargo . a trip to Market Mtlcastcr, "inghhim the silver piece and Xtogroph. He puts up at the Ycl- C Dragon, a big rambltng oU has- mm hay Iving ' 'c mcadoxos out ,ide tho old houses. AND IIERK IT CONTINUES '(ik VEIUTABLE Sleepy Hollow," ' Amused Spargo. ''Let's go down r.,t w if (hero's anyoouy io inin. iu. :r,!t Scott !-to think I was in the SSao atmosphere o the Octoucu Stnol only sixteen hours ago!", Spargo, after losing himself in vnri-,ronWoi-B ami passages, finally land 7& in the wide, stone-paved hal of thr old hotel, nnd with a. sure instinct turned into the oar-parior wiucu n u noticed when he entered the place. This was n roomy, comfortable, bow endowed apartment, looking out upon the High street anf was funiiHhed and ornamented with the usual appurten unccs of country-town hotels. Lhcrc were old chairs and tables -and side boards and cupboards which had cer tainly been made n century before, and turned likelv to endure for u century or ttiu longer; there were old prints of the road and the chase, and nn old oil painting or two of red-faced gentlemen In pink coats ; there were foxes' masks on the wall, and n monster pike in a class case on a sidetablc; there were ancient candlesticks on the mantel piece and an antique snuff-box sot be tween them. Also theio was a smull, 'old-fashioned bar in o corner of the loom, and a new-fashioned young wom an seated behind it, who was yawning our a piece of fancy needlework and looked at Spargo when he entered as Andromeda may have looked ut Perseus ' when he made arrival at her rocH. And Spargo, treating himself to it suitable drink and choosing n cigar to accom pany it, noted tho look, and dropped into the neatest chair. "This," he remarked, eyeing the damsel with inquiry, "appears to ine to be a very quiet place." "Quiet!" exclaimed the lady. "Quiet?" "That." continued Spargo, "is pre cisely what I observed. Quiet. I sec ihat you agree with mc. You expressed jour agreement with two shades of emphasis, the surprised and the hcorn ful. We may conclude, thus far, that the place is undoubtedly quiet." The damsel looked at Spargo as if she considered liim in the light of tt new specimen, and picking up her needle work she quitted the bur and coming out into the room took a chair near his (rati. "It makes jou thankful to see a funeral go bv here " she rcmnrked. "it's about nit that one ever does see." "Are there many?" asked Spargo. "Do the inhabitants die much of in anition;" The damsel gave Spargo another crit ical inspection. "Oh, jou're joking!" she said. "It's vcll j oil can. Nothing over happens heie. This place is a back num ber," "Even the back numbers make pleas ant reading at times," murmured Spargo. "And tho backwaters of life are lefreshing. Nothing doing in this ion, men;-- uc auaeu m a louder oice. , "-nothing !" replied his companion. It & fast nslecp. I came hero from Jijrminglinm, nnd I didn't know what I was lomiug to. In Birmingham you we us many people in ten minutes as jou (-ee here in ten months." "Ah!" said Spnigo. "What you arc .'uffcriug from is dullness. You must , nave an antidote." ( "Dullness!" exclaimed the damsel. lt s the right word for Market J ilcnstcr. There's just a few regular I'M customcis drop in here of a morn ng. between eleven and one. iA stray jailer luoks in perhaps during the """noon. Then, nt night, a lot of old logics sit lound that end of tho room nd talk about old times. Old times, Indeed! what they want In Market Mllcaster is now times." Spargo pricked up his cais. "Well, but it's rather interesting to hear old fogies talk about old times," ho said. "I love itl" "Then you can get as much of it ns ever you want here," remarked' the barmaid. "Look In tonight any tii'ne after eight o'clock, and if you don't know more nbout the history of Market Milcastcr by ten than you did when you sat down, you must be deaf. There ore some old gentlemen drop in here every night, regular as clockwork, who seem to feel that they couldn't go to bed unless they've told each other stories about old days which I should think they've heard a thousand times already!" "Very old men?" asked Spargo. "Mcthusclahs." replied the lady. "There's old Mr. Quartcrpagc, across the way there, the auctioneer, though he doesn't do any business now they .say he's ninety, though I'm sure you wouiun t taKe mm for more man seventy. And there's Mr. Lummis, further down the street he's eighty- one. And Mr. Skene, and Mr. Kaye they're regular patriarchs. I've sat here and listened to them till I believe I could write a history of Market Mil caster since the year One." "I can conceive of that as n pleasant nnd profitable occupation, said Spargo. He chatted a while longer in a fash ion calculated to cheer the barmaid's spirits, after which he went out and strolled around the town until seven o'clock, the "Dragon's" hour for din ner. There were no more people in the big coffee-room than there hnd been at lunch and Spargo was glad, when his solitary meal was over, to escape to tho bar-parlor, where he took his coffee in a corner near to that sacred part in which the old townsmen had been reported to hlra to sit. "And mind you don't sit in one of their chairs," said the barmaid, warn ingly. "They all have their own spe cial chairs nnd their special pipes there on that rack, and I suppose the ceiling would fall iu if unjbody touched pipe or chair. But you're all right there, and jou'll hear all they've got to say. To Spargo, who had never seen any thing of the sort before, and who, twenty-four hours pieviouhly, would have believed the thing impossible, the proceedings of that evening in the bur parlor of the Yellow Dragon nt Mar ket Milcastcr were like a sudden trans ference to the eighteenth century. Precisely ns the clock struck.cight and a bell began to toll somewhere in tho icccsscs of the High street, an old gentleman walked in, and the barmaid, catching Spnrgo's ec. gave him n glance which showed that the play was about to begin. "Good evening, Mr. Kaye," said the barmaid. "You're first tonight." "Evening," said Mr. Kaye and took a seat, scowled around him, and be came silent. He was a tall, lank old gentleman, clad in rusty black" clothes, with a pointed collar sticking up on both sides of his fringe of gray whiskers and n voluminous black neckcloth folded several times around his neck, and by the expression of his counte nance 'was inclined to look on life se verely. "Nobody been in yet?" asked Mr. Kaye. "No, but here's Mr. Lummis and Mr. Skene," replied the barmaid. Two more old gentlemen entered the bar-parlor. Of these, one was a little, dapper-figured man, clad in clothes of an eminently sporting cut, and of very loud pattern. , He sported a bright blue necktie, a flower in his lapel, nnd a tall white hat, which he wore at a rakish angle. The other wns a big, portly, bearded man with a Fnlst'affian swagger and a lakish eye, who chaffed the barmaid as be entered, and -gave her a good-humored chuck under the chin ns he passed her. These two also sank into chairs which seemed to have been spe cially designed to meet them, and the stout man slapped the arms of his as familiarly as he had greeted the bar maid. He looked at bis two cronies. "Well?" he said. "Here's three of us. And there's a symposium." "Wait a bit, wait a bit," said the dapper little man. "Grnndpa'U be here in n minute. We'll start fair." The barmaid glanced out of the win dow. "There's Mr. Quarterpage coming across the street now," she announced. "Shall I put the things on the table?" "Aye, put them on. my dear, put them on!" commanded the fat man. "Have all in readiness," (CONTINUED TOMORROW) DREAMLAND ADVENTURES BLUE EYES AND CROOKED NOSE Ily DADDY (Peggy and IHUll meet tho dicarf Crooked Nose in Movieland and find "-Jim to be a splendid young chap. i They decide to help him tooo a fair ' famsel who has heard his sweet voice, Jut never seen his ugly nose. Iter i "one Incomes scared and Crooked f Voe joes to 7ic tcsouej J How Peggy's Plan Works OWIPT nnd stiong galloped tho runa pay horse with the fair damsel cllng "( to its back. As runawuy horses wen do, the animal seemed to have tone blind and mad with fright. The fair young damsel tugged on tho reins, 'but the horse had the bit between its eth and she could not stop its wild flight. Ahead was a sharp turn in the road, ad at the turn was a stonewall guard -in a high cliff. Unless the horse could e stopped before it camo to this turn M wall the fair damsel might be burled to tho rocks far below. Uookcd Nose, riding Balky Sam to je rescue, saw this danger. He saw . that he himself might be dashed !' the cliff. But that didn't halt nun. He was bravo and thought only of saving the fair damsel. Belling the bridle of the runaway , Crooked Noso held fast. The bJh18?, was Balloplng swifter than ,?ii S ta7' aniJ Crooked Nose was k pulled off the mule's back. But Crooked " ir'i'v1?.'8 torn off' threw h,s tos S Balky Sam's neck and hung on InAi?tar ! fe- At tbc 6ane time he JMU gently to the frightened horse. liJ?iUSV'al yiec seemed to soothe the S' y,iclded '? tho BrfP of the bridle, h? S! ta a halt Just before t reached S'ns ?,nd haltss, for it was S a Vel!-traIne1 hrso and had run v.?.b)rian.t FJercc Fangs. ion. L.Crook,'a 0&0 MW thnt the Xi S! i?aln be?iet to the fair ah E" n 1 Ba,kv San's back. 2 fp had clung to the two bou- Billy hLwL,d, flo,wJTs which Peggy and t W?w,tcd hira J5ick J,,st before , $ t, ;ayAeBa.?- Now ns the fair itqnoTw-t0htliaDU.hlm Hf m hls ItoVom. tec1' cm,,d ?Dy scc bls Peggy and Billy came running up aud they could bee nt a glance that the fair drtmsel had taken a 6trong liking for Crooked Nose. The smjle she gave him ns he handed her the second bouquet of wild flowers mnde him blush with pleasure. Now Giant Fierce Fangs came hurry ing up with Belinda, the cook, and her basket of cans perched on his shoulder. "Ho, bo, who is this fair damsel to whom the ugly Crooked Nose is making love," laughed Giant Fierce Fangs. Crooked Nose turned red nt themockiug words and his blue eyes flashed tire. But he said nothing. He only held the flowers the closer to his face so the fair damsel could not see his twisted nose. "Ho, ho. She is indeed fair to look upon!" roared Fierce Fangs, staring at the damsel. "I will carry her away to my caBtle on the crags and make her my bride." "Nay, sir. I'll not be your bride. I'll wed only for love," and baying this the fair damsel turned such n tender look upon Crooked Nose that it was easy to sec where her choice lay. Her answer mado Giant Fierce Fangs jeal ous and angry. "You do not want a puny dwarf when you can get a mighty giant like me," he roared. "Ho is strong and brave," replied the damsel gently. "See how fine I am," roartd Fierce Fangs. "I think he has handsome eyes," an swered the damsel, looking only ut Crooked Nose. "I have a splendid mustache," boast ed Fierce Fangs. "He has a smiling, gentle mouth, nnd his voice is like .sweet music," sighed the damsel, keeping her ryes on Crooked Nose. This vexed Fierce Fangs, who was as vain as ho was big. "But bis nose have jou seen his ugly, twisted nose which he is so care fully covering up." Shouting this. Fierce Fangs snatched the bouquet away from tho faco of poor Crooked Nose. "Now look at him," he roared. "Look nt him and come to my castle to be rm bride." Fierce Fangs thought to shock the fair damsel, but ho got a bhock him self. Tho shock was u punch on his own nose, struck by tho hard fit of Crooked Nose. It was n punch ho richly deserved for hid rudeness und meanness, (Tomorrow will be told how Fierce Rang gelt a thrashing.) TIDE GUMPS Brushing Up His Memory -: !- Copyright. 1020. by tho Tribune Co. By Sidney Sinith f M fctEORGafc THM.I& INTERESrtlNt, VVS CONfcr TME ilrJCfc I Kr& YHIS J 1 I JAUST I TO CNESTBl .1 WilN- I'vE OUST BEEN rtrblNa TS CON STITOTI OM or TUB UMIYE& STATES- AN& THE AhNENOrAENTS.r You know- ' VNE'VJEttQTA UOTOF fC,HTS ST- Vb dU5T ABOOt j ( tOft6?OTTEM PrA(-L- I COULDN'T HAVlC- V REPEATED FIV1E UNES ; 1 Iht THE- WHOLE- THlNQr rj y - PETEYThatfs All There Is Inhere Isn't Any More -: By C. A. Voight Melp! - oh look, UUO.E. 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