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Oopyrljht, 19IS, international News Serrlc* Looks Like a Strike Tomorrow: Another Game OUT OF DOG The story Js recalled of Sir Leopold McClintock, the arctic explorer, who at the time was giving an account of his experiences amid the Icefields. "We certainly would have traveled farther," he explained, "had not our dogs given out at a critical time." • Cut," exclaimed the young woman who had been listening Intently. "I thought that the Ksklmo dogs were perfectly tireless creatures." .Sir Leopold's face wore a whimsi cally gloomy expression as he replied: "I—cr —speak in a culinary sense, mi ml" i , , __v ■. ■ The Dingbat Family Polly and Her Pals Us Boys ~p WITHIN THE LAW & 53 & Greatest Serial of the Day X H S3 Marvin Dana Copriieht, lOtS. by the H. X ny Company. The play "Within tbe Law Is copyrighted by Mr. Velller and tha noTellxatJon of It 1» published by his permlmloo. The Amerlcaa Pity company Is tbe sola proprietor of the exrlaslre rights of tha representation and performance of "Within the Law" la all languages. Continned From Yesterday CHAPTER XlH—Continued "I don't know where she was," he exclaimed doubtfully. He realized his blunder even as the words left his lips and soujrht to correct It as best he might. "Why, yes, I do, too," he went on, as If asrfa'led by sudden memory. "I droppci into her place kind of late, and they said she'd gone to bed —headache, I guess. . . . Yes, she was home, of course. She didn't go out of thi house all night." His Insistence on the point was of itself suspicious, but eagerness to pro tect her stultified his wits. Burke sat grim ani silent, offering no comment on the lie. "Know anything about young Gilder?" he demanded. "Happen to know where he Is now?" He arose and came around th; desk, so that he Btood close to Garson, at whom he glowered. "Not a thing!" was the earnest an swer. But the speaker's fc.tr roso swiftly, for the linkln-r-of these names was significant—frlgnttullv signifi cant! The Inner door opened and Mary Turner entered the office. Garson with difficulty suppressed the cry of dls- THE SAN FRANCISCO OACC, THURSDAY, OCTOBER T6, 1913. From the 'Play of Bayard e Oeiller tress that rose to his Hps. For a few moments the silence was un broken. Then, presently. Burke, by a gesture, directed the girl to advance toward the center of tho room. As she obeyed, he himself wf nt a little toward the door, and, when lt opened again, and Dick Glider appeared, he Interposed to check the young man's | rush forward as his gaze fell on his bride, who stood regarding him with sad eyes. Garson stared mutely at the burly man In uniform who held their des tinies in the hollow of a hand. His lips were parted as If he were about to speak. Then he bade defiance to the impulse. He deemed It safer for all that he should say nothirg—now! . . And lt Is very easy to say a word too many. And that one may be a word never to be unsaid—or gain said. Then, while still that curious dynamic silence endured, Cassidy came briskly into the office. By some magic of duty, he had contrived to give his usually hebetudlnous features an ex pression of enthusiasm. "tsuy. Chief," the detective said rap idly, "they've squealed:'' Burke regarded his aid with an air intolerably triumphant. lils voice came smug: "Squealed, eh?" His glance ran over Garson for a second, then made Us Inquisition of Mary and of Dick Glider. He did not give a look to Caesidy sh he put his question. "Do they tell the same story?" And then, wuea tlx* detective nad answered la the affirmative, he went on speaking In tones ponderous with self-com placency; and, now, his eyes held sharply, craftily, on the woman. "I was right then, after all—right, all the time! Good enough!" Of a sudden his voice boomed somberly. "Mary Turner, I want you for the murder of " Garson's rush halted the sentence. He had leaped forward. His face was rigid. He broke on the inspector's words with a gesture of fury. His voice came In a hiss: "That's a damned He! . . . I did it!" CHAPTER XXIV Anguish and Bliss Jo* Garson had shouted his con fession without a second of reflec tion. But the result must have been the same had he taken years of thought. Between him and her as victim of the law there could be no hesitation for choice. Indeed, Just now he had no heed to his own fate. The prime necessity was to save her, Mary, from the toils of the law that were closing around her. For him self. In the days to come there would be a ghastly dread, but there would never be regret over the cost of sav ing her. Perhaps some other he might let suffer in his stead—not her! Even had he been Innocent and she guilty of the crime, he would still have taken tbe burden of it on bis own shoulders. He had saved her from tbe waters —h» would save bat until the end, as far aa tho povrer In him might lie. it v/as thua that, -.vlth the primitive directness of his reveren tial love for the girl, he counted no sacrifice too great in her behalf. Joe Garson was not a good man. as the world esteems goodness. On the con trary, he was distinctly an evil one, a menace to the society on which he preyed constantly. But his good qualities, If few, were of the strong est fiber, rooted in the deeps of him. He loathed treachery. His one guilti ness In this respect had been, curi ously enough, toward Mary herself. In the scheme of burglary, which she had forbidden. But in the last analy sis here his deceit had been designed to bring affluence to her. It was his abhorrence of treachery among pals that had driven him to the murder of the stool pigeon In a fit of ungov ernable passion. He might have stayed his hand then but for the gusty rape that swept him on to the crime. None the less had he spared the man his hatred of the betrayer would have been the same. And the other virtue of Joe Garson was the complement of this—his own loyalty, a loyalty that made him for get self utterly where he loved. The one woman who had ever filled his heart was Mary, and for her his life were not too much to give. The suddenness of it all held Mary voiceless for long seconds. She was frozen with horror of the event. When at last words came, they were a fran tic prayer of protest. "No, Joe! No! Don't talk—don't talk!" Burke, immensely gratified, went nimbly to his chair and thence sur veyed the agitated group with grisly pleasure. "Joe has talked," he said, signifi cantly. Mary, shaken as she was by the fact of Garson's confession, nevertheless retained bar presence of mind suffi ciently to resist with all her strength. "He did it to protect me," she stated earnestly. Tt» inspector disdained auch futile argument. As the doorman appeared in ans~er to the buzzer, he directed that the stenographer be summoned at once. "We'll have the confession in due form," he remarked, gazing pleasedly on the three before him. "He's not going to confess," Mary Insisted, with spirit. But Burke was not In the least im pressed. He disregarded her com pletely, and spoke mechanically to Garson the formal warning required by the law. "You are hereby cautioned that anything you say m»y be used against you." Then.-as the stenographer en tered, he went on with lively Inter est. "Now, Joe!" Yet once again, Mary protested, a little wildly. "Don't speak, Joe! Don't say a word till we can get a lawyer for you!" The man met her pleading eyes steadily, and shook his head In re fusal. "It's no use, my girl." Burke broke In. harshly. "I told you I'd get you. I'm going to try you and Garson. and the whole gang for murder —yes. every one of you. . . . And you, Gilder," he continued, lowering on the young man who had defied him so ob stinately, "you'll go to the house of detention as a material witness.' He turned his gaze to. Garson again, and spoke authoritatively: "Come on now, Joe!" Garson went a step toward the desk, and spoke decisively. "If I come through, you'll let her go—and him?" he added as an after thought, with a nod toward Dick Gil der. "Oh, Joe. don't!" Mary cried, bit terly. "We'll spend every dollar we can raise to save you!" "Now, It's no use," the inspector complained. "You're only wasting time. He's said that he did it. That's all there is to it. Now that we're sure he's our man, he hasn't got a chance in the world." "\*ell, how about it?" Garson de manded, sa- agely. "Do they go dear, it 1 come through?" Monday's Off the Calendar Copjrlfbt, 1813, International New* Service Skinny Slips One Over <B«cl«t*r*d United States Patent Offlce) "V\>'ii get the best lawyers in the country," Alary persisted, desperately. "Well save you, Joe —we'll save you!" Garson regarded the distraught girl with wistful eyes. But there was no trace of yielding in his voice as he replied, though he spoke very sor rowfully. "No, you can't help me," he said, simply. "My time has come, Mary. . . . And 1 can save you a lot of trouble." "He's right there," Burke ejacu lated. "We've got him cold. So, what's the use of dragging you two Into lt?" "Then, they go clear?" Garson ex claimed, eagerly. "They ain't even to be called as witnesses?" Burke nodded assent. "You're on!" he agreed. "Then, here goes!" Garson cried; ARE YOU BOTHERED WITH GAS? If you wish to bo permanently re lieved of gas in tbe stomach and bowels, take Baalmann's Gas Tablets for a short time. Baalmann's Gas Tablets are pre pared distinctly and especially for stomach gas, and particularly for all the bad effects coming from gas pres sure. 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