The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1903-06-19
who wouldn't in all these years. Wen,
l don,t know but I have work for you.

to do"
The other drew his chair up nearer
70 n table and moved his thin lips.
together as if he was smacking them
Over a prospective treat.
What is 1t, cleanin' chimneys %
With q knowing wink.
I'm done with all such things
Get out-what sort OF a story is
that? Turned Methody, have We, an,
you n of the best in the businesso
Mind takin' the bishops gold snuff box
at a weddin'-Oh, say, tina was rich,''
and he broke out into noisy laughter.
'There-there, I wish you. wouldn't.
make SO much noise" grumbled Hen
bricks. I came here to keep out of
peoples way, and,4while I don't mind
your finding me out
The stranger drew a long whistle
and then nodded sagely.
Il see. Wanted, Ell? Well, naturally,
you must lay low for awhile. Now,
what was the job you would put me
onto? You always was q master hand
for laying out work. If I had your
brains I'd do nothing else, and it's much
safer"
Il wish you wouldn't talk SO much.
and listen to me-" said Job, testify.
What a jabbler you are!"
I'm shut up-so go ahead said the
OGi4eIs S~QDSlQ1uS. "
Job became thoughtful, and they
were not pleasant thoughts, to Judge
from his froWning forehead and the
fierce look that came into his eyes. His
big hands rested on the arm Of the
clair opened and closed now and then
cQoYnnlsively, but presently he grew
calmer.
1T was before your day that this
happened, maybe, or, at least you were
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works, over on the north river side, was
robbed-the foreman happened to be
Killed. mar named Martin Frale was
accused-found guilty and sentenced
to twenty years" He paused and drew
a long breath.
I've heard the story. / was not
In business at the time" said the
other. But what Of 1t? They say
Frale is dead!"
the murder. He was starving almost
at the ttmo. The-e was a
enemy OF his-who that night wined
him and dined him, and when he was
fuddled led him into the trouble, and
when Job was saying this his eyes
wore a far-away look as if his thoughts
were wandering back in the past.
Jebbs eyed him keenly and blurted
out:
was talkin' bout? What's all this here
ancient history to do with it?"
Hendricks reused himself as If re-
turning from the past to the present
and nodded his head.
Maybe / was wandering" then
with great earnestness: This is
I want to know-who wrote
those words-and where al the
writer be found?" and so saying he
laid on the table before his shabby
guest the torn envelope he had found
that day Whe he went to visit James
Ellison.
Jebbs picked it up and held the pa
per where the light of h candle would
fall full upon it, While his companion
watched him with anxious eyes.
Come. If you know, out with it."
he said at length, impatiently. Tn
told that you have a great head for
handwriting-the keenest of all"
The other pored over the paper and
then let it fall.
81 know who wrote that!!" he said.
slowly.
He is living-you could find him
show me where he could be found? 2"
asked Hendricks, anxious and eager.
I'm not SO sure of that" said Jebb.
with a provoking grin.
What do you mean-don't sit there
like a ninny.''
WELL" drawled the other, "'cause
the fellow that wrote this is more of a
shadow than a mani"