The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1913-01-09

He vas no lonssr . fugitive. He vas
exonsrstsd. He was free.
He laughed hystsrieally and pressed
the damp shsst 70 his liDs. Ruby
Noakss threw her arms about his neck
and kisssA hin for 10y. The voices Of
the half hundred people crowding
about him busssd in his ears. They
were shaking hands with him. slap
ping his hack and Laughing with him.
although he dia not know that he
laughed.
Above the hum Of eager voices rose
ono that was discordant, hoarss with
passion.
"clsar out, shD. I cay, All Of
you!"
Thomas Brsddock WAS showing the
glad performers about a. II they were
tsnpins.
Il won't have any disobedienos
here" he roarsd. striking out In his
bestial raSe. II guess that'll stop It."
David was lying at his test.
stunned BY the savage blow.
When say . thing mean It,"
shouted Braddotk. turning to the stu
pefisd crowd. He can't hold jubilee
In this here animal tent. Who owns
this show, anywsy?"
He drew back his foot 10 kick the
PROSTATE boy. Half . dozen women
screamed In terror
Don't do that, Braddock!" cried
level voice In his ear. He whirlsd to
face Colonel Bob Grand.
III you kick that boy Ill shoot you."
said the colonel almost impassively.
DO I own this show or not!" was
all that Brsddock could howl.
Get him out Of here" said Grand.
turning to the angry circle of men.
Sober him up or turn him over to the
police"
What" choked out Tom Braddock.
his eyes bulging. You say this to
met"
See here. Braddock. kept your
wife and daughter outside. They
didn't see this cowardly trick of yours.
You may have to explain to them why
you did It, You can't explain to the
rest Of these people. We don't like
brutes."
A dozen men crowded forward with
threatening mien. Tom Braddock
shrank back in mortal terror
Don't Jump on me. boys-don't!
Ill go out. I'll 90 peaceable. Let
me get out where there's air. must
have been crazy"
He almost ran to the side wall and
crept into the open air. As he skunk
off among the wagons he felt himself
overwhelmed by a sudden sense of
desolation, a sickening realization that
he had no friends and, worse than all
this, that no one feared him! A Gu
rious acknowledgment of his own deg
radiation came with the stealthy i'm
pulse to go back later on and search
for the stub of cigar that had dropped
from his mouth during the encounter.
In the dressing tent, . few minutes
after the proprietor's brutal exhibi-
ton, David Jenison sat In the center OF
q wondering, superstitious group. Not
one, but nearly all of them attributed
his good fortune to the working of
some spell peculiarly brought about by
the influence of certain signs" The
champion bareback rider recalled that
David had found horseshoe no long
er ago than ten days. The iron n-jawed
woman substituted the black cat
charm, while Mile Denise held out
for the virtue of occasional encoun-
ters with Ernie Cronk. the hunchback.
whose hump he must have touched
surreptitiously. no doubt. Only Joey
and Ruby and Casey looked wise and
said nothing. Dick was the luck piece
that brought It all about.
The great news had finally found a
clear lodgment in Davids brain. He
had listened to the reading of the
newspaper story by Ruby Noakes. 1t
was now very plain to him that his
present vicissitudes were at an end.
The Joy and relief that filled his soul
were counterbalanced to some extent
by the fact that Mrs. Braddock and
Christine had not come up to congrat-
ulate him. He could not understand
this and was hurt.
As for the story OF Frank tensions
death 1t was, according to the news.
paper, so strange that fiction paled
by contrast" Jenison and his negro
accomplice, Isaac Perry, had quarreled
in one of the private cardrooms at
Brainard's place in Richmond. where
they had met by appointment. The
negro, driven desperate and in great
fear Of the white man. finally drew a
revolver and began firing wildly at his
employer. who returned the shots.
Perry was killed by . bullet which
found his heart.
One Of the negro's shots. however.
had penetrated the abdomen OF Frank
Jenison. He was mortally wounded.
On being informed by the surgeons
that he had but few hours to live,
the miserable wretch directed that his
confession be written out at his dicta-
ton that he might put his signature
to 1t and thereby set his unhappy
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