Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-21

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take years to live down. You meet Jack,
and I'll see that the dago doesn't vamose.
In my car are a couple of guns. They may
come in handy"
had them already. A package of ciga-
rettes and a short talk strengthened the
ticket takers opinion of the Importance of
his job. The settling with the papers was
done on the lot; for had decided to hang
around the sword swalower that day-the
way Grant hung around Richmond some
years before.
| even dined in the cook tent, and sat
where | could watch Angelotti as he poked
beans, potatoes, roast beef, and spring
onions into his system. "Poked, though, is
man, with a peculiarly delicate voice, and
ate deicately an impossible quantity of in
delicate food. He seemed nervous.
didn't blame him for that.
THE seventeen train pulled in on time, and
| was there to meet it with Sans horse
and buggy. The first man to pile off was
Jack Mccain. On the way to the lot we
hurriedly compared notes. Jacks story
didn't last long. 1t couldn't; for he had
just come from Rock Springs. | told him
my theory and how | stumbled on it. |
mapped out what seemed to be the scheme
cago and the last town, and slipped him one
of the cannon.
immense said he. "If we don't clean
up this affair tonight, it's me back to New
port and the simple life'
"The Derby Hotel clerk said |, "may
be short on brains; but his bellhop is long
on feet. Mr.. Barnes is pigeontoed and
wears most on the outer edge. Mrs Barnes
wears threes, and they're too big at that.
Muddy night last night in Derby. Else
why let a smal-town boot sinner monkey
with city shoes?'
We whirled on the lot through a hole in
the fence behind the cook tent and tied the
horse to a rear wheel of the Red Wagon.
The moment Sam saw us-he was outside
the wagon waiting-he let out yelp that
drowned the sideshow band, the cries of
spieers, and the hubbub of the crowd trying
to buy tickets for the big show.
"The dago's blown" he yelled
TIMSON and the ticket taker were there,
and tried to cut in while Mccain and
!, with our tongues hanging out and our ears
pointed like pair of Settlers listened The
best we could get out of the gable was that
Angelotti, when called for the ballyhoo out
in front of the sideshow, wasn't in the dress
ing tent. All his clothes were there street
clothes and costume, and both bags. Moth
ing was gone except Angelotti.
ale must have left naked, said Timson.
"When was he called?' said |.
"Not more'n minute ago." all three
cried. Didn't even wait for his pay!'
dragged McCannt to the buggy, -couldn't
unite the halter, and cut it with knife
pushed Jack in, climbed in after him, and
hit Sans sorrel welt with the butt end
of the whip that sent him off toward town
like fairly good imitation of Maud in
harness. From the place we struck the road
to the nearest street lamp must have been
half a mile, and the way we hoped from
crag to crag, in and out of mud holes, over,
under, and around trolley cars, and past
pedestrians made a trip on the loop-the
loop, the Rocky Road to Dublin, or any
other Coney Island hair raiser look like a
futile and feminine pastime. As we neared
the light | asked Jack to tell me the time.
"Eight-four!" he yelled, and could
hardly hear him for the racket we were
making over the road.
There was a train leaving at eight-twenty,
i didn't know in which direction, and
swatted the sorrel swat designed and in
tended to raise blister. We may have hit
the ground three times between there and
the town square where you turn to the de-
pot; but | doubt it. We felt only two
bumps, and they were secondary rather than
momentary. How we missed the Soldiers
and Sailors monument at the turn not even