The San Francisco call. [volume], November 28, 1913, Image 13

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Krazy Kat
(Toprrttbt, 1913, International Now* Ren lee)
Who Would Believe It?
Tomorrow:
The Acorn
I THE MAIN PURPOSE
A young actress' breach of prom
lse*fjult against an Albany legislator
caused Judge Ellery A. Borthmich to
say at a dinner In Denver:
"In my younger days a chorus girl
came and asked me to bring a $250,
--000 breach of promise suit for her
against a banker.
" 'How much,' I asked of the chorus
girl, 'Is the banker worth"?'
"She smiled brlhtly.
" 'Oh.' she said, 'I think he's worth
st least SO columns and two dozen
photographs!'** — _
The Dingbat Family
Polly and Her Pals
Us Boys
THE KING OF DIAMONDS
a thrilling
Continued from Yesterday
O'Brien was deeply offened by the
language used beneath a roof hal
lowed by the name of Mary Anson.
The sightseers had to go, and quickly.
Another (commissionaire, who was ob
serving them from a distance, came
up and asked O'Brien what the
stranger was talking about
"Ye niver heard Rich a blaggard,'
said the old man, indignantly. "I was
In the middle of tellin' him about Mr.
Philip when he began to curse like
Ould Nick himself."
In the Mile End road the raw
boned person who betrayed such ex
citement found the policeman await
ing him. He sprang onto a bus, and
purposely glared at the officer in a
manner to attract his attention. When
at a safe distance he put his fingers
to his nose. The constable smiled.
"I knew I was right," he said . "I
don't need to look twice at that sort
of customer."
And he entered the Mary Anson
home again to ask the porter what
had taken place.
It was an easy matter for Jocky
Mason, released from Portland prison
on tleket-of-leave, after serving the
major portion of a sentence of 14
years penal servitude—the man he
assaulted had died, and the ex-con
vict narrowly escaped being hanged—
to ascertain the salient facts of Philip
Anson's later career.
It was known to most men. He
was biographed briefly in Who's Who
and had often supplied material for
a column of gossip in the newspapers.
LOUIS TRACY
Every free library held books con
taining: references to him.
It was quite Impossible that the
source of his great wealth should re
main hidden for all time. In one way
and another it leaked out, and he be
came identified with the ragged youth
who created a sensation in the dock
of the Clerkenwell police station.
But this was years later, and the
clever manipulation of Mr. Abingdon,
as his estate agent, and of Mr. Isaac
stein, as his representative in the
diamond trade, completely frustrated
all attempts to measure the true ex
tent of the meteor's value.
A MINE OWNER
For now Philip owned a real dia
mond mine in South Africa; he had a
fine estate in Sussex, a house in Park
lane, a superb seagoing yacht, a col
liery In Yorkshire, and vast sums in
vested in land and railways. The
latent value of his gems had been
converted into money earning capital.
Mr. Abingdon proved himself to be
a very able business man. When the
administration of Philip's revenue
became too heavy a task for his un
aided shoulders, he organized a cap
ital estate office, with well trained
lawyers, engineers and accountants to
conduct its various departments,
while he kept up an active super
vision of the whole until Philip
quitted his university, and was old
enough to begin to bear some por
tion of the burden.
They agreed to differ on this im
portant question. Philip was fond ot
THE SAN FRANCISCO CAIJU FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1913
travel and adventure. With great dif
ficulty his "guardian" kept him out of
the army, but compromised the mat
ter by allowing the young millionaire
to roam about the odd corners of the
world in his yacht for eight months
of the year, provided he spent four
months of the season in London and
Sussex attending to affairs.
In this month of April he was living
in his town house. In July he would
go to Fairfax hall, in August to
Scotland, and a month later would
joyfully fly to for Forth, where the
Sea Maiden awaited him.
This lady, whose waist measured IB
feet across and whose length waa 70
feet, with a fine spread of canvas
and auxiliary steam, was the only
siren able to charm him.
He was tall now, and strongly built,
with something of the naval officer
in his handsome, resolute face and
well set up figure. As a hobby, he
had taken out a master mariner's
certificate, and he could navigate his
own ship in the teeth of an Atlantic
gale. He loved to surround himself
with friends, mostly Oxford men of
his year, but he seldom entertained
ladies, either on board the Sea Maiden
or in either of his two fine mansions.
He avoided society in its general
acceptance, refused all overtures to
mix in politics, took a keen delight In
using his great wealth to alleviate
distress anonymously, and earned a
deserved reputation as a "bear"
among- the tew match making mam
mas who managed to make his ac
quaintance.
In other respects, as the boy was
so wan the. Man —the same downright
character, the same steadfast devotion
to his mother's memory, the same re
lentless adherence to a course already
decided on, and the same whole
hearted reciprocity of friendship.
As he stood in his drawing room
before dinner on the evening of the
day Jockey Mason revisited the lo
cality, if not the surroundings, of his
capture, Philip's strong face won an
unwonted expression of annoyance.
He walked to and fro from end to end
of the beautiful room, pausing each
time he reached the window to gase
out over the park.
A servant, who entered for the pur
pose of turning on the electric lights
and lowering the blinds, was bidden,
almost impatiently, to wait until
Philip and his guests were at dinner.
A TELEGRAM
A telegram came. Anson opened it
and read:
"Was dressing to come to your
place when Grainger telegraphed
for see to act as substitute Maeola
Quarter Sessions. Must go down
at once. FOX."
"No answer," he said, adding, to
himself:
"Thafs better. Fox's caustlo humor
would have worried me tonight. I
wish Abingdon would come. I am
eager to tell him what has happened."
Now, punctuality was one of Mr.
Abingdon's many virtues. At 7:10
o'clock to the tick his brougham de
posited him at the doer.
The two met with a cordial greeting
that showed the close ties of mutual
good fellowship and respect which
bound them together.
"Fox won't be here," said Philip.
"Grainger has broken down —111 health
I suppose—and wired for him to go to
Lincoln."
"Ah, that's a*lift for Fox. He Is a
clever fellow, and if he manages to
tell the Jury a Joke or two he will In
fluence a verdict as unfairly as any
man I know."
"Does It not seem to yon to be
rather an anomaly that justice, which
in the abstract is Impeccable, too often
depends on other issues which have no
possible bearing on the merits of the
dispute itself?"
"My de&r boy. that defect will con
tinue until the crack ot doom. Pascal
laid it bare in an epigram—'Plaisante
justice! qu'une rtvere ou une mon
talgne boras! Verite an doc* dv Pyre
It's Tough Having an Uncle Like This
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nees. erreur an dela!' It all depends
on which side the Pyrenees Fox hap
pens to be.'*
"Unfortunately. I am straddling the
water shed at this tgtoment I have
made a very unpleasant discovery.
Abingdon, and I am glad we are alone
tonight—we can speak freely. Some
people named Sharp A Smith wrote
to me yesterday."
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"I know them—an old fashioned
firm of solicitors."
"Well, they urged me to give them
an appointment on a private matte,r
and I did so. They began by trying
to cross examine me, but that was
an abject failure. Seeing that what
ever they had to say must stand on
its own legs, they told me an ex
traordinary story. It appears that
at a place called The Hall, Beltham.
Devon, lives an elderly baronet, named
Sir Philip Morland."
•'Morland! Philip Morland!"
"Ah, you remember the name! It
was given to a young derelict who
once figured in the dock before you
on a charge of being In unlawful
possession"—
Continued Tomorrow