Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1912-11-30


You're off your base, you rube, Let
go my arm.'
None of that now said the detecz
tive. I've got your picture here. I'm,
jig's up, young Teller. It's no.
NJ picture?r calculated Dick
Lets have a look at it / never had
nay picture taken in my life"
The man held out a small solar print
of daguerreotype that David Jeni-
son sat for the year before at college.
While the marshal. in some trepidation.
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 Grinalii,
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 CONSERVATION.
4 guess I'm not the guy you're aft
err said Dick coolly. "A blind man
could see that don't look like that
picture Ny, what nice looking boy
he is-a reg'lar lady killer"
You're not the man, that's dead
sure said the Pinkerton operative,
We've had 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 know who
put up this job on you" He turned TO
his friends. TT was that darned Jim
Hopkins. He's always up to a gag Of
some sort"
Where is hep demanded the detsc-
tive.
THE Lord knows" said Dick. He
ducked couple Of days ago. Gone
to Cincinnati, I think he said HI
works the shell game, and It got preo-
ty hot for him after we left Cumber-
land. Well, say, this is greati 1 guess
the drinks are on the Pinkerton office.
Thaw out, mister. Charge it to the
Molly Mcguire" "a
tired in a street gown belonging to
Nine. Bolivar, the strong lady, was ON
his way to the hotel, accompanied by
Mrs. Braddock, Christine and others
of the sex he represented for the time
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;;s but fun of
gratitude to the resoufceful pickpocket
In the railroad yards Dick Cronk
hunted out his brother; Ernie and.
standing over him in "a manner so
threatening that the astonished hunch-
back shrank down in fear, he bIuntly
accused him of informing on David
Jenison. a5s'
Il know you did 1t, Ernie" he said !
when the other began to whimper his
denials. you've done a lot of sneak.
in things, but this Is the sneakiniest
If you ever peach on anybody again.
I'll-well, 1 won't say just what I'll
do. It'll be good and plenty, you can
bet on that"
'what'1l you do?' sneered Ernie. but
cravenIy.
Something didn't do the first
t1me, announced DICK with deadly
levelness. Ernie turned very cold.
fYou wouldn't hurt mel" he whined-
I'm through talkin' 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 hawks vista
ton among brood of chickens-it was
quite as disturbing and equally az
hateful. Moreover, like the hawk, he
came when least expected
"Oh, how 1 loathe that man." whfS.
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 or two short Of 6iE
feet and broadening into manhood
Colonel Grand had just entered tins
dressing tent with Christine's fatheEs
and was paying his most suave devo-
lions to Mrs. Braddock across the way
when did he comeY' asked David,
filed with a sharp pity for the girl.
who as yet could hardly have sus-