The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-10-07


door and paid no attention to the
dark form behind the counter.
Hurry up" he added impatiently,
there comes my train
Then he looked up and saw big.
black Newfoundland dog standing
erect and resting bis forepaws on the
counter and peering out from behind
the papers and magazines just like a
clerk who was ready for business. The
man jerked back with start and then
calculated: 90
swell, well, we'll! I've seen sea lions
beat tom-toms and heard donkeys sing
solos on the stage, but 1 never saw a
| dog keep shop BEFORE" oo8
"Just help yourself to cigar and
put the money on the case" said the
proprietor, who was sbusily engaged in
| another part of the room selling
papers, g
"You see," remarked the young mer-
| chant, afterwards, 81 have to stay over
by the entrance, so got the dog to
tend shop for me: He watches things
all right; he doesn't want a salary and
he doesn't steal" o.
"Billy" Pinkerton, the Chicago de-
tective, hasa national reputation. 1t
is the ambition of nearly every police
? officer outside the city to meet him,
and oftimes all sorts of excuses are
| devised in order to- call on him. Not
long ago the, chief of police of a Ger
tain western town had occasion to come
| here. He thought of BILLY" and, of
! course, was anxious to see him. He
| o1c thNYprhf odd f1x,f To
| his prestige if he could refer in an Off
hand way upon his return home to-
his friend, Billy Pinkerton." He
didn't really have any business with
the detective, but he cudgeled his brain
for reason for the visit Finally he
remembered that "a desperate charac-
ter had broken Jail outoin his town a
| few weeks previous, and it would be
all right to consult Mr.. Pinkerton
about it. So the chief of police sent
in his card to Billy" He was courte-
ously received He made known his
business at once. Billy" knew the
man. He knows about every criminal
in the country, The chief of police
was soon Dragging how he would caps
ture the fellow if he could once set
y
He's pretty handy with his gun"
said "Bill y" g.
It'll take my chances" said the
chief. I'm not so slow myself when
it comes to shootin' irons" o.
The officer had arisen to go and was
still telling what he'd do if he could
only meet his intended victim, when,e
| as he turned to leave the room, his
glance. fell upon life-sized oil por-
trait of man clad in the wild habili-
ment Of the west. There was fierce
frown on the mans face, and in his
hand he held a revolver pointed ag-
gressively at the head of the beholder.
1t was one of thise ingenious artistic
arrangements that appear to shave the
faculty of changing their pose no mat
ter from what point they are viewed.
Involuntarily the police officer start-
ed and edged off toward the corner.
the picture seemed so natural9 But the
revolver still pointed at him. Then he
looked at the face and. throwing up
both hands, gasped:
Don't shoot, Pete, don't shoot!'
The picture bore the features of
"Pete," sthe jail-breaker for whom the
chief was presumably searching. This,
however, was only a coincidence, as
the original was reputable herder of
cattle .who-posed for the artist that had
made fame and money under the fame
of The Cowboy Painter"
FREDERICK BOYD STEVENSON.
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