The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1912-11-23

go my armF'
None Of that now" said the detec-
tive. 1--we got your picture here. The
tig's up, young Teller. It's no.
ny picture7" calculated Dick.
Let's have a look at II. I never had
my picture taken In my life"
The man held out a small solar print
Of a daguerreotype that David Jeni-
son sat for the year before at college.
While the marshal. in some t~repidation.
regained his grip on the prisoners arm
the crowd Of performers looked at the
picture with broad grins on their faces.
Wash up. Jacky," said Grinaldi.
sitting a laugh.
let the rubes see what you really
look like" added signor Anaconda.
Dick Cronk proceeded to scrub away
the makeup. When he lifted his face
for inspection the two officers glared
at him in positive consternation
Il guess I'm not the guy you're aft
err" said Dick coolly. "A blind man
could see that l don't look like that
picture. My, what a nice looking boy
he is-a reg'lar lady killer"
You're not the man, that's dead
sure" said the Pinkerton operative,
perplexity written all over his face.
We've had a job put up on u.s." he ex-
planned, turning to Braddock. "Some
smart aleck sent word to our branch
that the real Jenison boy was a clown
In this show. We got a note from
some one who said he belonged to the
show. They sent me up here on a
chance that 1t was true. We had this
picture In the office. The note says
David Jenison Joined the show three
weeks ago. How long have you been
with it?'
Dick Cronk was very cunning.
That's funny. I've been with 1t just
three weeks. Say. I bet l know who
put up this job on you" He turned to
his friends. ut was that darned Jim
Hopkins. He's always up to a gag of
some sort"
Where is her demanded the detee-
tive.
The Lord knows" said Dick. HE
ducked a, couple of days ago. Gone
to Cincinnati, l think he said He
works the shell game, and 1t got pref
ty hot for him after we left Cumber-
land. Well, say, this is great! / guess
the drinks are OF the Pinkerton office.
Thaw out. mister. Charge 1t to the
Molly Mcguire"
In the meantime David Jenison. at.
tired in a street gown belonging to
Mime. Bolivar, the strong lady, was IN
his way to the hotel, accompanied by
Mrs. Braddock, Christine and others
of the sex he represented for the time
being.
An hour later he stole away from
the hotel In his own clothes and board
ed a rumbling tableau wagon at the
edge of the town, considerably shaken
by his narrow escape, but full Of
gratitude to the resourceful p~ickpocket.
In the railroad yards Dick Cronk
hunted out his brother Ernie, and,
standing v him In a manner so
threatening that the sstonished hunch-
back shrank down in fear, he bluntly
accused him of informing on David
Jenison.
II know you did II, Ernie" he said,
when the other began to whimper his
denlals. you've done a lot Of sneak
I'm things, but this Is the sneakin'est-
II you ever peach on anybody again,
T1l-well. I won't say just what I'll
do. It'll be good and plenty, you can
bet on that"
'whatll you dor sneered Ernie, but
cravenly.
Something I didn't do the first
time" announced Dick with deadly
levelness. Ernie turned very cold.
"You wouldn't hurt mel" he whined-
I'm through talh1n' about it. said
Dick. turning away. Just you re-
member, that's ALL
Colonel Bob Grand descended upon
the show the following afternoon. His
customary advent was always some
what In the nature of a hawks vista
ton among a brood Of chickems-ft was
quite as disturbing and equally A.
hateful. Moreover. like the hawk, he
came when least expected
"Oh. how I loaths that man" whis-
pered Christine to David. She was
waiting for her turn In the ring, Just
inside the great red and gold curtains
at the entrance Of the dressing tent.
Tom Sacks was peeping through the
curtains at the haze enveloped crowd
In the main tent David and the slim
girl in red were standing at the big
gray horses head. and she was feeding
sugar to the animal. The youth In
the striped tights was a head taller
than his companion, for David was
then but an inch OF two short Of six
feet and broadening into manhood.
Colonel Grand had just entered tho
dressing tent with Christine's father
and was paying his most suave devo-
tons to Mrs. Braddock across the way.
when did he conner asked David.
filled with a sharp pity for the girl.
who as yet could hardly have sus-
Dected the real object of his visits.