The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1903-06-19
who wouldn't in all these years. Well,
don't know but I have work for you

who wouldn't in all these years. Well,
don't know but I have work for you
to do"
The other drew his chair up nearer
to the table and moved his thin lips
together as if he was smacking them
over a prospective treat.
What is it, cleanin' chimneys?"
with a knowing wink.
TN done with all such things"
Get out-what sort of IT story is
that? Turned Methody, have ye, an
you one of the best in the business?
Mind takin' the bishops gold snuff box
at a weddin-Oh, say, that 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 while don't mind
your finding me out
The stranger drew a long whistle
and then nodded sagely.
IT see. Wanted, Ell? Well, naturally,
you must lay low for awhile. Now.
what was the job you would put me
onto? You always was master hand
for laying out work. If I had your
! brains I'd do nothing else, and it's much
! safer"
| II 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
other subsiding.
Job became thoughtful, and 4 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
chair opened and closed now and then
convulsively but presently he grew
calmer.
1T was before your day that this
happened, maybe, or, at least you were
but a lad, Jebbs. The Delamater Iron
works, over on the north river side, was
robbed-the foreman happened to be
Killed. man named Martin Frale was
accused-found guilty and sentenced
to twenty years." He paused and drew
a long breath
:. "I've heard the story. I was not
in business at the time" said the
other. But what Of it? They say
Frale is dead!"
"F'rale never had anything to do with
the murder. He was starving almost
| at the time. There was man-an
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:
"Say, old man, what OF this JOB you
was talkin' bout? What's all this here
ancient history to do with it?"
Hendricks reused himself as IT re-
turning from the past to the presen1
and nodded his head.
Maybe I was wandering" ther
with great earnestness: This Il
what 1 want to know-who wrote
those words-and where can thu
writer be found?" and so saying III
laid on the table before his shabb.
, guest the torn envelope he had fount
that day when he went to visit James
Ellison.
Jebbs picked it up and held the pa
! per where the light Of the candle wouls
+ 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 great head TO
,, handwriting-the keenest of all"
! The other pored over the paper an
! then let it fall
II know who wrote that!" he sale
slowly.
HE is living-you could find him
or show me where he could be found
: asked Hendricks, anxious and eager.
> I'm not SO sure of that" said Jebl
with provoking grim
A What do you mean-don't sit the1
q like ninny."
I, ''Well," drawled the other, "'caus
: the fellow that wrote this is more Of
y shadow than mani