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

| starts Tor the circus lot until connect WIN
| you?
Sure thing. But what's the idea?"
"Nothing tangible just bunch. If it
pans out, you II know the whole story by the
time the grand entrance starts III the after
| noon.
| FOR two hours tossed about the bunk,
: wide awake and thinking while Sam
snored loud enough to wake the dead. At
breakfast he preached the Angelotti sub
ect by wanting to know if still purposed
rihing his room. | did, and he started for
the lot, after telling Timson to keep the
sword swallower in sight until he was told
to quit. Half an hour after the train stopped
most of the workmen and performers were
on their way to the cookhouse 4 mile away
for breakfast, Angclotti among them.
| | saw him swing off the front OF the car,
gaze up and down the tracks, and finally,
after discovering nothing to upset his mind
or his appetite, hike toward the coffee, steak,
pancakes, and potatoes the customary cir
Gus breakfast. He carried a medium-sized
Gladstone bag, which | recalled was with
him when he boarded the train two towns
back 1t struck me as peculiar that side
show performer should carry valise to and
| from the lot, and | spoke of it to Jeff, the
colored boy, who took care of Sans end of
the car. Jeff said he always toted the satchel,
| which didn't make it seem less peculiar.
| When the car was finally emptied of its
occupants save Harkins' servant and the
Kinkers' porter-an English lad who had
fallen from trapeze, broken a leg, and been
relegated to the inactive discards-l went
forward, and found the latter on the front
platform rolling cigarette He refused to
accept a ready made coffin nail from my
case; but was willing to talk about any and
everything concerning the show. had only
to mention Angeotti when he started.
"There's queer I'm, said he. "Queerest
Hi ever seen. Hacts like a bloomin' harris
tocrat. Whoever card of rotten sword
swallower with a stateroom all to 'imself:
time e tricks to is stinkin' little freak top
Such hairs you never seed, Sir. If e wishes
to stay in an Inexpensive 'otel, e just misses
the train an lights on the lot next mornin
as if e owned the show. An do you catch
the miserable little banana gnawer frater
Min with the other freaks, let alone the
performers, witch the same are is betterso
Not on your life 'Es queer TN, Sir, an a
opeless, bleedin' mystery. Wy the boss
don't can i'm Hi can't understand.
When | asked to have look at Angelot-
It's stateroom the porter showed the way.
"There's Were the rotter sleeps-some-
| lllllCS, odlll IS, JOHlllllS W oPSil Nooi.
A bed not yet made up, small locker for
toilet articles, a raincoat and two hats on
hooks a couple of pairs of shoes, a canvas
carryall, half a dozen magazines, and a
freshly pressed serge suit seemed to be the
only things in the room. | was struck by
the tinyness of the mans shoes-they were
positively child's size-and by the con-
tents of the locker. A bottle of cologne and
half empty jar Of cold cream were among
the collection of junk. In the pocket of the
raincoat | found a letter which | was about
to open when the porter's whistle sounded
from the platform.
Gre comes the beggar now!' said he.
r CRUSHED the letter in my hand and
slipped through the door into Harkins end
of the car. Through the window could see
Angelotti approaching. Half block behind
him walked ticket taker, evidently depu-
tiled by Timson to keep the little man in
view. Timson had charge of the parade,
and could hardly be spared at this hour.
| The sword swallower entered the car from
the 'front.' and the shadow squatted in the
shade of a tree beside the tracks where he
could see under the cars and thus perceive
the entrance and departure of anyone by
either side. | smoothed out the envelop,
drew out the letter, and started to read 1t
was addressed to Mrs. Elmer Barnes, care of
| general delivery Bucyrt1S Ohio and read.