Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1909-1915, 1913-10-03
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GOOD LUCK
A Peripatet:c Painter Trifles
II With Fate.

November air had /, way of nipping
!; the ears and nose which was not pleas
ant. HaEnigan WAS ~ wandering
painter. He had once been proficient
as q despoiier Of scenery. as many Of
the legends which how adorn the
Buckeye landscape and proclaim the
merits Of link pellets and condition
+ powders will testify Rum had got the
upper hand of Hannigan. His hand
was no longer steady enough to follow
the eonfguratiun Of letters. even when
they were cha!lsed out by slender fin
gers, but HanniGan could still paint
blackboards.
! Mr.. Hannigan as he strobe along the
tracks was muttering to himself about
the perversity Of fortune. He had
spent nearly his last cent for material.
He had been to three schoolhouses, and
/ in each he had been confronted with
slabs Of smoothly polished slate which
covered the plastered wall. The agent
of Chicago school supply company
had preceded Hannigan and had done
him much injury. At the last school.
house the teacher had smiled pityingly
when the decorator talked Of the evil
which had come upon him. She had
| unclasped from long chain which she
| wore a silver mounted rabbits foot and
| had insisted upon the astonished paint
er accepting it. s
Now that Hannigan was alone again
! his thoughts went back to the little
| schoolhouse, and the more he thought
| about the duplicity of the trustees and
| the slate blackboards the more angry
| he became. He drew from his pocket
the fuzzy fetch which the teacher
4 had given him and in the half dark
ness contemplated it with a look Of
fine scorn. Hannigan was walking on
the railroad track with the measured
tread common to the wanderer.
4 LUCK muttered Hannigan. Jim
1 Hannigan walking the track with not
/ a thing in his pocket but a rabbits
! foot has a run of luck, hasn't he?
| Where's that fool thing?''
1 Hannigan took the taIisman from
his pocket and threw it on the track.
It dropped near a rail, where the CLINT
! from its mounting revealed its pres
ence. Hannigan stopped as though to
pick it up again. Then he reconsidered.
"No," said he: don't want it: won't.
y have it Let some fellow find it who
wasn't born to be 5unlucky.". # Al.
! Hannigan heard shril whistle and
Il the rumble of wheels. He stepped
aside in a mechanical way just in tine
4 to evade q. train. He stood for a mo-
ment contemp!a ting the two fiery eyes
q Of red which We're diminishing in front
& of him. Then he looked around .hfm. =
i Il; 81 was crossing the long trestle. and
FL didn't know it,. said Hannigan.
|. '.'.Now, by gum. that is what cali
1 luck crossing the trestle with no
chance in the world to get off it and
Il spikes on the sides OF the track to
make it uncomfortable for us hoboes:
Il crossing the trestle, by jung! If had
4 jumped. ] would have been drowned
! in twenty feet of water, and if had
stayed. they would never have recog-
4 snized me except for this can Of saw
Il dust cocktails, Jim Hannigan. You
4 are an nngrateful cuss That rabbits
Il. foot saved you, and you threw it away.
4 This is where: you see a crayon en-
Ilargement Of Jim Hannigan going back
to find the. only thing which ever
4 brought him luck B .5 5:.5
4 He went back over the ties. lodging
8 The spikes, looking for the rabbits
4 foot He could see no trace OF it He
4 glanced up in Cine to see two bullying
s eyes of red which We're growing bigger
! with every second. James Hannigan
Jumped and shrieked. The Cannon
4 Bali was backing down on him.. and
s he was in the middle Of the trestle He
threw himself on the track, rolled over.
4 clasped the end of a tie in his arms and
swung himself off just MS the express
j whizzed over his head, Above him was
the roar Of the train. end beneath him
Y the waters Of the Hooking We're greed
Hiiy3 tapping the wooden piles. ss5S
a5.'''T Talk about hard luck muttered
1 the trembling painter of black boards.
q -Queered for life by |, rabbits foot and
4 schoolmarIn' SMILE 3ssttES$! @Ss
+ IL The trestle WAS vibrating beneath
+ d the weight of the train. Han.ig:in.
It with his right arm within six inches5of
&Etle fttil TT W LIE
q wheels ofS55itiila - cannon Rail fsitsil
ls.pu s II every nerve of His
81 TIA e yelled curses. and the rails gay e
8 ok "a knocking sound. He felt the
siu!l rain wear in his i rms:
sS:eatss Of below
r.ssesals :. I'd tnli
q caEla1set s, S. ,s even the
d fsa'.e. 50 Ions.
Il Here Isl end of. i mes an
d tlissn, h born Genie artist died
s,nna; rs
1 He drenned The cold VA tiers closed
q about the form Of the knight nj the
s road. hen a nj inent OF silence aud
James Hannigan awoke. He though.
3 he was sitting on doEIs Gus hioas and
around him was poured a cooling and
ii crystal food Iannigan sat bolt mn
& RIGHT in the darlkS mud of the Hooking
ottom. and about him HoNtal
. two feet of the taW food Beyond
were the dark epths OF the strear al. j AZ
j#Ss From the locomotive few feet