Life — December 10, 1914 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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HE CHASIN’ YER FER, “1 DUNNO, I TREW TWO SNOWBALLS AT HIM, BUT I MISSED HIM.” The Episode at the Union Club (Continued from page 1063.) the old court building, re-echoing out- side. “Not guilty!” was the glad cry. Men threw up their hats, tears stream- ing from their. eyes as they clasped each other’s hands and wrung them fervently. The women shrieked with delight, waving flags and handker- chiefs, laughing hysterically, At last there was a lull and a cordon of police made a way from the door through which came a tall, pale, haggard-looking man whom Van Slatter at once recognized as his old friend Dobley. The air thundered with greetings as he stepped forward, escorted by the cheering jury and sev- eral smiling judges in their robes, Dobley raised his hand deprecatingly toward the crowd as though entreating silence, but they pressed forward and carried him on their shoulders to a waiting motor, while the women's bouquets fell about him. Van Slatter, The Perfect Dress Tie The tie with the Lutlon-on tabs Nhe tie is anchored to the front collar button, the central and caly proper place, thus positive- ly centering the knot when tied.~ TOcents and better: Keys @ Lockwood sew Yor WHAT HAS BECOME of the ANGLO-SAXON in AMERICA 2? 2 Where are the de- scendants of our trail- blazers? Our builders of roads? Our clear- ers of the forests? (Author of “ HEART OF THE DESERT,” Etc.) answers these questions in her fascinating and compelling new Novel “STILL JIM” “Still Jim” is an intensely interesting story of a young New England engineer, descended from the sturdy old Plymouth Rock stock, who finds himself and his kind crowded out of their old homes. i= goes West, building dams. the Anglo-Saxon has failed in America. Through his experience she finds why Mrs. Willsie’s story gives a startling answer to a very important ques- tion, and in addition is an absorbing romance filled to the brim with action. BEGIN IT IN Gverybodyse@Gagazine FOR DECEMBER mystified, finally found a man who would listen to his inquiry as to Dob- ley's crime. The man, radiantly hoarse from shouting, turned in amazement at the question. “Why, don’t you know?" he asked; “he killed a waiter at the Union Club.” "Killed a waiter?” exclaimed Van Slatter, horrified ; “how did it happen?" “He'd ordered his lunch,” explained the man, “saying he had a train to catch in a terrible hurry. Well, the man kept him waiting half an hour, running back and forth with bread and ice and things, saying he'd have the food there directly. When he brought it, it was raw, but Dobley, his overcoat half on, began to eat like a wolf, with one eye on his watch, though he knew quite well that he had lost the t - “Yes?” questioned Van Slatter blankly. “Well, just then the waiter came up and asked him if everything was all right, sir.” Kate Masterson. comicbooks.com