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


don't think I'm Dragging. I'd rather be a good press
agent than a good detective It's safer But Chance
made me a crime ferret once at least and Chance,
doubtless, safely through the Give Chance
the credit if you want to. You do that and III
tinue to pat myself on the back.
That night had planned to spend the car with
Sam; for | was to remain with the show two more
days before going ahead But drilling rain had
started when | was teephonng, or rather when Jack
and being without rainCoat umbrella elected
to remain in the Derby Hotel derby was the name Of
the town too and catch train for the next stand early
in the morning. After registering and writing some
letters purchased magazine and went to my room
1t must have been ten o'clock or Whereabouts when
| threw myself the bed to read and perhaps |
tnued reading until midnight before dozed off. | was
awakened by noise in adjoining room. Of what
time it have idea; but it must have been very
late, for my window opening on the square, admitted
sound of ambuant alcoholism, a condition that
usually obtains until at least three in the morning after
the circus in all township, little, dry, and wet.
man and woman were arguing and their remarks
at first unntelgibe, resolved into steamship dis
cussion. They talking about going abroad. The
was for Central America, and mentioned per-
son he knew in New Orleans, officer fruit line
who could arrange for tickets The woman who seemed
less excited than the man, insisted on Europe, and
wished to start from Quebec.
@The Cretic sails Wednesday, said she. II will be
aboard her. If you wish to remain, all right. Me for
the Cretic"
I heard no more, because was not interested. Still
half asleep slid into complete with the aid of the
pattering rain, and knew more until the morning
sunshine, streaming through the window, struck my
face brought to consciousness, caused me to look
at my watch and hop out of bed 1t nine O'Clock.
An hour later | RATHER headed for the next
stand So Angelotti, the sideshow man, who told
me he had missed the circus train by half minute.
REACHED the town just before the parade started,
settled with the newspapers, reported at the lot,
and after the night show with Sam in his As
recall it had nothing in particular discuss, except
the weather and it didn't take long to exhaust that
subject, climb of dusty clothes and into
bathrobes
We were readng-at least was-when rap
the door that separated Sans apartment from the
Kinkers in the fore end of the Sam unlocked and
opened the door.
Hello, Angelotti!" said he. l him shad-
ing his eyes with his left hand from the glow of the
electric lamp overhead. Hello Angelotti! What's the
matter?'
A little man Angelotti a very little He
in with his hat off and his eyes blinking. "Ed
you please Meester Harkins" said he, eef you please
| queet mex town.
"You what?" yelled Sam
a queet, eef you please And the little fellow
sroked his hat and binked some
"The blazes you do!'
ayes, queet- very soft and very low.
Something about the man made me lay down "Cab-
bages and Kings, which reading for the fourth
time.
that have contract with you that have promised
to work for until the circus closes, that you
have promised in writing? Do you remember that?'
EYES," and he grinned; @but queet'
mot your life! You in the wagon tomor-
row before parade. Don't think you're back in sunny
Italy the home of red paint and the rpa banan! And
you're fined half weeks salary for missing the train
last night. I'm running this show! Goodnight
"One moment" l cut in just the little
gliding through the door.
He stopped and turned a scowling face toward me.
Sam looked surprised