Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-12-13

! HleH uTcSSlHS teul "A young III in with shrewd dark eyes and a sinister twist to the corner of his lips, laid his hand on Donovans shoulder. How'd you get in here?" "Why, walked in," said Donovan amiably. ]
 Suppose you walk out again?' l Keep yer hair on, bub. Pm here on business. Pm lookin' for Mimi La Franz. s they call her outside. She walks tight rope"
 Well, Pm her brother. What do you want with herr"
 "So ye'er Trainor's brother-in- law"
 "Tranor?" said the young man, a fire lighting his eye. Do you comse from him?"
 "Yes. An my message is to his wife"
 "Oh. That's his kid there." "Y' don't say so! We'll. kind O looks like him.
 Here's my sister now" [ Donovan saw slight woman, O pretty figure and comedy features She came through the flap which l separated the women's dressing tent from the mems. She looked a bis tired and careworn. The old miner having had but little to do with wor' under the richly yellow glare of the lamps, the air of distinction whicF marked Mimi Trainer as difeere,t from her kind. The Kaene family had come from good stock, but had fallen in evil days. She ran instantly to the baby.
 Here's man from John, Mimi" said the brother carelessly.
 The young woman rushed over to Donovan and began shaking his hands. How was her man? Had he struck it rich? Did he want her to , quit and go to him?
 Donovan began to swallow with | difficulty. How was he going to tell her? He wanted to run away. He could not readily understand why Trainor had always talked of Mimi, Mimi, Mimi. until his Celtic ears had tired of the name. She was a good wife and good mother, for all that she was q circus performer. And here he was, aiming to break her heart! StiM. there was bit of cynicism in his makeup. The new fortune might console her.
 But it did not. On the contrary when, half an hour after learning of the death of the man she loved, she mounted the wire, vertigo seized her, she lost her balance and fell, and by the time the men had laid away the big top she was dead.
 For the first time in his wander ing, futile life Frank Keene felt his throat contract and an unbidden moisture fill his eyes. After a fashion he had loved his clean minded, loyal little sister. And now she was gone, leaving him with baby on his hands more adept in deaing from the bottom of the deck than from the top.
 How much is the mine worth" he asked when the simple funeral was over.
 Lord knows" said Donovan; "but it's the biggest strike in twenty years But it's goin' t be tied up till this little chicks IS. Don't ye worry, though. Tn lawyersll see to it that ye git enough t take care O tin child. eddicatc it, an all that
 Whats the name of the mine?"
 Same as tn kiddie's-Zudora."
 The two separated, never to meet again.
 The years passed. Keene dabbled Ill all manner of shady trades and flnally drifted into a lucrative busi- ness. It was not only the easiest but the safest way-to attract gul1s and pluck them. He set up as Hindu mystic, a Swami. He told fortunes. dld crystal gazing, resurrected souls and as by-product played detective With more Or less success. He rarely practiced this latter game except among his favored gulls. It was a simple matter to instruct some of ms confederates to rob certain of his cnents; 1t was equally a simple mat ter to recover the stolen objects for suitable reward Keene eventuallv became known to the cult as Hassar, An' and under that name his famo grew. The checks from the Zudoro were not applied vholly to the wei fare of his niece.
 S'SN. EltF 'UUt'fT1ON hp- gan. She gave promise of great beauty, even in the lank and gawkv age. Her uncle often found himse1f vaeuely speculatirg over her fntu~e There was in his mind thoroh. henulous but insistent. aud as ofte, as ne repelled it as often it re7uro.o II was not happv thought
 hassam Ali had begun to love cold the bright, shining metal: not in tba abstract but in the concrerte. To touch 1t with his fingers was trans port; no symphony of Rach's was half so fine as the chink-ohirly oe me cons, the eaele aud the dovbla eagle. as they fell upon each ot.., siloplng from his hands.
 From her fifteenth birthday un r., her eighteenth Zudora noted a snbtra change in the manner of her uncle lie became coldly aloof, rarely touch- ed her affectionately. was moody ana ,actiturn. Familiar as she wa, wifi, the paraphernalia of the mystic. she still retained unbounded faith in her uhcie,s powers. Indeed, he was q hspnotist Of unusual power and was Ivv Ivs