The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-10-19


certain he's hanging around this show
some place. I'm not going to be- pes
tered with constables and detectives
from here to Indiana, let me tell you
that"
I'm not willing to see these men
get into trouble" David said steadily.
give me time TO change my clothes
GERS"
|, Don't be fool" exclaimed the
clown. A murmur Of protest arose
| from the others.
"Thomas!" woman's voice was
calling from the other side of the low
canvas partition.
That's my wife," growled Brad
dock. ~ suppose she'll be beggin' for
you too. What do you wantr' The
question was roared through the can
vas.
Come here, please. must speak
with you"
Change your clothes, boy" he said
after a moment Of indeclsion. "See
|, that he don't get away, you fellows
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blood, and don't you forget It"
The man had been drinking. His
eyes were bloodshot and unsteady.
His face was bloated from the effects
of long and continued use of alcohol
Once on n time he had been a dashing,
boldly handsome fellow There could
be no doubt of that-the sort Of youth
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fallen in love with A wonderfully
vital constitution had protected his
body from the ravages Of self indul-
gence-the constitution Of great
splendid human animal, in whom not
the faintest sign Of a once attractive
personality remained. There was no
refinement there, no mark Of good
breeding. What she had evidently
mistaken for the nobility of true man
hood In her innocence and folly was
no more than the arrogance Of splen-
did health. This man had been beau
tiful In his day and frankly pleasing.
That was long before the thing that
was in his blood, and in the blood Of
his father perhaps. had claimed do
mlnion-the mysterious thing which
Inevitably registers the curse Of the
base born, so that no man may be de-
ceived.
A heavy black mustache, lightly
touched with gray, shaded coarse,
rather, sinister mouth, from the corner
OF which protruded an unlighted but
thoroughly chewed cigar. Thin red
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telling of the habits that had put them
there. On his forehead was perpetual
scowl, line slashed between the eyes
rs II laid there by knife. The fea-
lures were not irregular. but they
were Of the strength that denotes cui-
tivated weaknesses. His chin was
square and strong, heavily stubbled
with two days growth Of beard.
Eyes that were black and sullen stood
we'll out In their sockets. A silk hat
tilted rakishly over his brow. His
waistcoat was loud brocade, his
necktie n single black band, knotted
once. There was a great paste dia-
mond In his soiled shirt front
AS the flap dropped behind him ORR
naldi turned TO the boy.
"Mebbe we can Ak It with I'm. She'll
put In a plea for you and so Will Little
Starbright-that's what IS daughter is
called on the bills-if she gets a chance.
Stay right ere, youngster. I've got to
so in for my girls act now. wish you
could see my girl. She's the queen Of
the air and don't you forget It."
Outside Braddock was glowerins
upon his wife, who faced him resolute-
ly. There never had been a time when
she was afraid OF this man. Even
though he had mistreated her shame
fully, he had never found the courage
to exercise his physical supremacy
Braddock recognized and respected the
qualities that put her 80 far above him
Not that he admitted them, even to him.
self That would have been fatal b
his own sense Of justice. He merely
felt them. He could not evade the con.
ditions for the reason that he was pow.
erless to analyze the force that pro-
duced them. He only knew that some.
how he merited the scorn In which she
held him. There were times when he
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character. Then he cursed her In bleak
despairing rage, more against himself
than against her, but never without
afterward cringing in morbid contem.
plation of the shudder 1t brought to
her sensitive face.
If any one had been so bold as Ia
accuse him Of not loving her he would
have been crushed to earth by the brute
that was in him. On the other hand, Il
he were timorously charged with Low
ing her, It would have been like him tc
call the venturesome one a liar-ant
mean It, too, In his heart.
But Ave hundred Is I'VE hundred.
he was repeating doggedly in opposi
ton to her argument in behalf of tn,
boy. "You don't know whether he,
guilty or not, Mary. Business is bad
We need every dollar we can scrap,
up. won't be party to-
"You harbor pickpockets and thieves
and, yes, murderers, I'm told, Toms Il
Is shameful fact that more sneal
thieves follow this show and share will
its owner than any other concern II
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