The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1912-11-22

None of that now" said the detec-
tive. I've got your picture here. The
jig.s up, young Teller. It's no.
NJ picture?' calculated Dick.
Lets have Il look at it. | never had
my picture taken in my life"
The man held out n small solar print
Of q dagucrreotype that David Jen1-
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 Grinaldi,
sitting n 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 w officers glared
at him in positive CONSERVATION.
Il guess I'm not the guy you're aft
er," said Dick coolly. "A blind man
could see that I don't look like that
picture. My, what a nice looking boy
he is-a regular 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 e1-
planned, turning to Braddock. Some
smart aleck sent word to our branch
that the real Jenison boy was ewn,
in this show. We got a note from
some one who said he belonged to the
show. They sent me up hero on q
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 tt?"
Dick Cronk was very eunn1ne
That's funny. Two been with Il just
three weeks. Say, l bet I Know who,
put up this job on you" He turned ID
his friends. 1T was that darned Jim
Hopkins. He's always up to . Gas -
some sort"
where n he" demanded ths 0stoo-
tive.
The Lord knowu," said Dick "Hsl
ducked a couple Of days aga. 0ouo,
to Cincinnati, l think he said. IN
works the shsll game, and Il gU< pre-
ty hot for him after No left CumbO-
land Well, say, this II great! I guess
the drinks are on the Pinkerton oncA
Thaw out, mister. Charge Il to the
Molly Mcguire"
In tho meantime David Jenison, at-
tired in a street gown belonging 70
Nine. Bolivar, the strong lady, was on
his way to the hotel, accompanied By
Mrs. Braddock, Christine and others
OF the sex hi represented for the t1me
being.
An hour later he stole away from
the hotel in his own clothes and board
ed a rumbling tableau wagon at tho
edge Of the town, considerably shaker
, by his narrow escape. but full OF
gratitude to the resourceful p~ickpocket
In the railroad yards Dick CronA
hunted out his brother Ernie, and
standing over him In a manner sd
:. threatening that the astonished hunch
back shrank down in fear, he bluntly
: accused him OF informing on David
: Jenison.
Il know you did It, Ernie" he said
when the other began to whimper hi
denials. you've lone a lot Of sneak
in things, but this Is the sneakin'est
If you ever peach on anybody again
Ill-well, / won't say Just what II
do. It'll be good and plenty, you cal
bet on that"
> "yyhat'll you doT' sneered Ernie. bu
cr%avenly.
Something I didn't do the frs
time" announced Dick with deadl
l~evelness. Ernie turned very cold.
!, "You wouldn't hurt me?" he whined
:, I'm through talktn' about It. sal
Dick, turning away. Just you n
member, that's ALL"
Colonel Bob Grand descended upo
the show the following afternoon. I'll
customary advent was always som(
what in the nature OF a hawks visita
ton among a brood Of chickens-it va
quito as disturbing and equally .
hateful. Moreover, like tho hawk, !
came when least expected
"Oh, how I loathe that man." wn1
pered Christine to David. She NJ
waiting for her turn In the ring. "a
inside the great red and gold curta1l
at the entrance Of tho dressing to1
Tom Sacks was peeping through 4
curtains at the haze enveluped Crow
In the main tent David and the Cd
girl IN red were standing at ths b
gray horses head, and she was tosdtl
sugar to the animal Tia. youth
the striped tights was . head tan
than his companion. for David vi
then but an inch or two short q d
feet and broadening into manhood
r. Colonel Grand had Just sntsrod q
dressing tent with Chrtstnsfs nth
and was paying his most suavs 0sJ
OF lions to Mrs. Braddock across The VI
when did he conner asked Davl
filed with a sharp pity for ths q
Ie who as yet could hardly have q
pected the real object Of hin v1gltA
IT. "An hour ago. DAVID, Why don
rs come SO often?"
r. IT suppose he has bugfuOm |