Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1902-11-27

Sterling, George. You remember JIM
my EckstrOm?"
"Sure," answered George, feeling alb
denly remembered something. ''Say,
Frank, loan me a quarter, will you!
haven't a cent of change, and | want
to run up on the T. Or, better still.
change this twenty for me-"
"Can't do it, old man. You know sis
tiers don't do a thing to their older
brothers who go home for visit. Per-
haps Mr.. Wilson here might oblige."
But Mr.. Wilson suddenly stopped,
clutched his bag and edged rapidly
away from the two young men. When
he had placed a good six feet between
them and himself. he exclaimed loudly:
"No, you don't! I've heerd OF you
bunko steerers before. l amt as green
as 1 look You don't short change me.
read the papers, | do. Know Jimmy
Eckstrom, do you? Ugh!'
With flushed cheeks and blazing eyes
Jameson tried to explain matters.
George roared with laughter His
mirth added fuel to the flames Of Will
sons wrath, and he again raised his
voice in vigorous protest.
Deckhands, accompanied by plain
clothes man, suddenly appeared.
"Whats this?' demanded the detec-
tive.
"Trying to short change, bunko me, :
yelled Wilson. "There, see that fellow
holding that twenty dollar bill. The
other one was in the scheme too"
The plain clothes man spoke quietly,
but firmly.
"Yon two'll have to go with me-"
Jameson gasped.
eco where?"
''To police headquarters"
The boat was touching the dock.
The color fled from JamesOn's face. OF
course it was only an unpleasant mis-
understanding. He pulled out his card.
The detective took it and smiled.
Cards, even engraved ones, are cheap.
And there was the twenty dollar bill
in Georges hand. Could better proof
be wanting?
Jameson was rapidly losing his tenn
per.
"Well, I don't go step. The old
man was mistaken. We can easily
identify ourselves without going near
police headquarters
An ugly look came into the detec,
tive's eyes. He started to speak, when
from the curious throng around them
came the swish of feminine draperies
and a small gloved hand was laid on
the detectives arm.
"May l speak to you, piease?"
Jameson whirled round to face Bes
sic Whitney!
The detective frowned. All, a con
federate! The young lady handed him
a card, and the frown faded. He
bowed obsequiously and turned aside
not without keeping one eye on his
prospective prisoners, however. Jane
son hesitated between jumping over
board and knocking the detective down
George was swearing softly at the
westerner, and the crowd, craning tc
see the finish of the little drama, was
pushing its way to the pier.
When the detective turned, his face
was wreathed in smiles.
81 guess this is mistake. The young
man Morris Whitney's daughters Ell
gagged to amt turning confidence
tricks"
He took the arm of the bewilderet
westerner and walked toward the dock
George started to tell Jameson what he
+ thought of the whole performance, bu
Jameson was hurrying back through
the ladies' cabin He had seen slen
der figure in dark blue with her face
turned steadfastly toward the Jersey
| shore.
They were the last to leave the boat
and that night Jameson wrote to his
sister:
Its not always the sentimental CIR
who's the bravest. There are tive
kinds of sentiment, little sister, an(
some day 1 hope you'll understand the
sort that Bessie has and shows"