The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1912-12-28

he cried Indignantly. II wouldn't think
of such a thing"
Just the same. kid. that's what he
had it fixed for you TO do. and you
couldn't ha' got ont Of it. He's a won
der. he is. That's the only way he
could get rid Of Christie. and with
Christie gone Mrs. Braddock's spirit
would be smashed. He's going to get
rid of Tom Braddock purity soon. Tom
don't know Ii. but his days with this
show are numbered"
We will forsake David Jenison for
the time being. lie is well started on
his journey 10 the home of his fore
fathers, where complete restoration
and the newspaper reporters await
him. Let the Imagination picture the
welcome he is to receive: if possible,
let it also describe the attitude OF the
community which had hunted him
with dogs and deadly weapons. but
which now stood ready to cast itself
without reserve at the feet of the boy
who had been so cruelty wronged
Two weeks passed over his head be-
fore he was able to turn away from
the bewildering mass of legal require
ments and look once more to the west,
whittier his heart was forever Journey
ing. Not all the excitement that filed
the fortnight to overlooking. nor all
the homage that came to him, could
ease the dull, insistent pain of separa-
ton from interests so vital to his
young heart.
He stole away one night, accom-
panied by a single scranton now
he was lord of the manor and trav-
eled only as a true gentleman Of the
south should travel. Half way to his
destination he stopped off to draw from
the savings bank the money he had
placed there. With this small fortune
in his possession he resumed the jour
ney, now closely guarded by old JEFF,
who always had been a slave to the
tensions and would be till he died,
Abraham Lincoln to the contrary.
David's constant prayer was that he
might not be too late.
He was destined to ind many
changes in Van Slye's Great and Only
Mammoth Shows.
Let us go back to the night after the
one which saw David's departure from
the show. For two days Thomas Brad
dock had skunk about the show
grounds, morose. ugly, taciturn. He
avoided every one except those with
whom he was obliged to consult. His
wife and daughter caught deeting
glimpses of him; Colonel Grand and
the others saw him but little more.
He held aloof, brooding over his
wrongs, accommodating a vast resent
ment against the world and all Of its
inhabitants, obsessed by the single de-
sire to make some one else suffer for
the ignominy that had come to him.
Strangely enough, his most bitter TO
sentiment was lodged against the wife
who had stood by him all these years
through thick and thin, through inces-
SAINT storm and hardship. with a
stanchness that now maddened him,
because down In his heart he could see
no guile in her. She was too good for
AlLl. Ou0 nCl ACloCAA dOOFO AAb@s
She made him to feel that he was not
of her world-from the beginning. She
was loyal because 1t would have put
her in his class II she had lifted her
voice in public complaint He knew
that she loathed him. He hated her
for the virtue which gave her the right
to despise him and yet to remain loyal
to him. His sodden, debased soul re-
scented the odious comparison that his
own flesh and blood justly could make.
There had been bitter moments when
this maudlin wretch almost convinced
himself that he could rejoice In the
discovery that Christine was not OF his
flesh and blood: that this too virtuous
woman was not pure after all.
His sullen despair brought him to
even lower depths. In half sober mo-
ments he began to realize that his
daughter feared and despised him. She
had come to feel the distinction be
tween her parents, and she had done
the perfectly obvious thing in follow
ing the instincts of the gentle blood
that was in her. She had east her lot
with her mother. He forgot his W
aspirations and hopes for her In this
bitter hour. He wanted to hurt her
so that she might cry out with him in
ugly rage against the SNUG, serene
paragon. If he only could bring Mary
to his level so that Christine might no
longer be so %arrogantly proud Of the
blood that came through the Portmans.
He drove himself at last into such a
condition of hatred for all that was
good and noble that he would have
hailed with joy the positive proof that
his wife had been untrue to him.
When the time came TO go over the
receipts with the ticket sellers he
pulled himself together and prepared
to assert his authority. He tossed
away the empty bottle and advanced
upon the wagon. his face blanched by
self pity. He was COMPOUNDED by the
eioht of Colonel Grand sitting inside