The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-12-22
Los ANGELES MORNING.

blood was surRing in his ears. "rm u
perfessin' member" be argued men,
tally with himself, while the cards were
once more shuffled and spread out,
"yit it air jes bout the easies' thing in
creation to tell which one of them
guards air the right one. An Nance
an neil hev mon time to trade out
the So whence the show air over.
Shucks!"
And he counted out and laid down
his handful of dimes and nickles, and
hazarded a bet. He bent forward
eagerly, and unconsciously stretched
forth hand. "This here monty air a
mighty deceivin' game" remarked the
blacksmith, with an air of conviction,
as the dealer raked Mr. Prisons money
into his own pocket and walked jaunt-
lily away.
Newt turned about, half dazed by the
suddenness of the whole transaction,
and bewildered by the jeers of the by
ISLANDERS. just then, however, a noisy
burst of music from the circus tents
gave the signal for the opening of the
doors. A wild rush Immediately began
| in his direction, and in few moments
the square was deserted, except by the
patent medicine man and the owner Of
the big umbrella. These joked each
other loudly and slapped significantly
their silver-weighted pockets.
Newt passed them with his head
bent, needless of the eneering laugh
which they sent after him. AS he ap-
preached the church he saw that Becky
had the baby. She was holding him up
and smoothing the pink calico skirts
over his fat white legs. Mrs. Pinson
looked at him with an unwonted
sparkle in her solemn black eyes as he
drew near, and lifted the chunky Jed
in her arms. "She looks lax she did
whence | war a courtin' OF her." he
thought" with sore pang. Joe
plunged toward him with a sudden
whoop. Hurry, paw, hurry" screamed
Polly Maria; 1--WE amt a-goin' to git no
seats lessen we hurry" He put Joe
aside roughly and strobe on to his
wife. His face was set hard, though
his mouth twitched convulsively.
"Lord-a mighty, Newt Pinson, what
ais yer" calculated Mrs. Pinson, let
ting Jed slipfrom her arms.
"Nothin' amt allin' me ez l knows
on" he returned, in dry, harsh voice;
1--WE got to 60 back home 'thout SEEM
O. the show, thet's all. I done bet
away every cent of ourn an the child
ern's money on fool game o guards
yander. o Lord" he ended with
groan. A single wild wall burst from
Polly Marian and the boys. Then they
huddled against their mothers skirt in
mute agony.
A faint flush passed over Mrs. Pin
sons thin face, and the light faded
from her dark eyes.
.Tain't no diifunce, Newt" she said,
lightly, catching the baby from Becky's
limp and nerveless arms. Jess We
hitch up, quick ez ye kin, and les get
out'n this bigsty town. Me an the
Children are plumb beat out wi these
stuck-up townsfolk. anyhow"
Newt stared at her in silence and
slouched away. Her gaze followed him
to the rear of the wagon; when he was
beyond the reach of her voice she
whirled around and blazed in a threat
ening half-whisper: "Ef airy one o. ye
says word to yer paw bout this here
mi. fortin O. hisn, or bout hankerin'
alter the show; or ef airy one O. ye amt
tibet gamesome an lively lax ez eff they
want no sech thing ez a circus, er a
clown, er u el'phunt in this here Twin
WORKSHOPS We bawn I'll shet the do
in Sam Leggett's face an cowhide the
balance O We twel ye can't set down
fer a Weekw