The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-06-19
who wouldn't In all these years. Well,
I don't know but I have work for you

I don't know but I have work for you
to do"
The other drew his chair up nearer
to the table and moved his hin lips
together as If he was smacking them
over a prospective treat.
What Is it, cleanin' chimneys?"
wfthga knowing wink.
I'm done with all such things"
"Ge out-what sort of a story is
that? Turned Methody, lave We. an
you n Of the best in the business?
Mind takin' the bishops gold snuff box
at a weddin'-Oh, say, that was rich,'
and he brok 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 I don't mind
your finding me OUT
The stranger drew a long whistle
and then nodded sagely.
II see. Wanted, Ell? Well, naturally,
you must lay low for awhile. Now.
what vas the job 0 would put me
onto? You always was a master hand
for laying out work. If I had YOU
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 they
were not pleasant thoughts, to judge
from his frowning forehead n 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 o were
but a lad, Jebbs. The Delamater Iron
WCrlyS oUor an thu north rfuar ai1o uyoa
robbed-the foreman happened to be
killed-a man named Martin Frale was
accused-found guilty n sentenced
to twenty years" He paused and drew.
a long breath.
1--WE heard the story. I was not
other. but what Of 1t? They say
Frale Is dead!"
"Frale never had anything to do with
the murder. He was starving almost
at the time. There was a man-an
enemy Of hfs-who that night wined
him and dined him. and when he was
fuddled led him into the trouble, and
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
duCle1lI history u 10 Will IL. aa
Hendricks reused himself as If re-
turning from the past to the present
and nodded his head.
Maybe I was wandering" then
with great earnestness: "This is
what I want to know-who wrote
those words-and where can the
writer be found?" and SO saying he
laid on the table before his shabby
guest the torn envelope he had found
that day when he went to visit James
Ellison.
Jebbs picked 1t up and held the pa
per where the light Of the candle would
fall full upon it. while his companion
watched him with anxious eyes.
Come. if o know, out with It,"
he said at length, impatiently. Tn
told hat o have a great head for
handwriting-the keenest Of all"
The other pored over the paper and
then let it fall.
'I know who wrote that" he said.
slowly.
HE is living-you could find him
or show me where he could be fouud?"
asked Hendricks, anxious and eager.
TIN 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, "'causa
the fellow that wrote this is more Of a
shadow thu a mani"