The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1914-12-08
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DdHh attorneys were simple and nom
est men.
But no dream of ours ever becomes
rounded out; what we realize is but
poor fragment. Tramor was killed
by premature explosion, He was
buried under tie rubble his own hands
had torn from the mountains side;
and the kindly Donovan started out to
find the Eclipse circus.
The caravan was at that time 200
miles south, about to turn in for the
winter. But Donovan found. it, BY
mistake he ambled ito the mems dress
ing room. A young man 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, l walked in" said Donovan
amiably.
Suppose you walk out again %
"Keep yer hair on bub. I'm here on
business. I'm lookin' for Mimi La
FRANC, S they call her outside. She
walks tight rope"
well, I'm her brother What do
you want with herr"
$50 yer Trainor's brother-in-law?"
'Trainor?" said the young man, a
fire lighting his eyes. do you come
from him?'
Yes, and my message is for his
wife"
"Oh! That's his kid there"
"Y' don't say so! Well, kind O. looks
like him."
Here's my sister now"
Donovan saw a slight woman, of
pretty figure and comely features. She
came through the flap which separat-
ed the women's dressing tent from the
mems. She looked bit tired and
careworn. The old miner, having had
but little to do with women folk, was
not able to discern, under the richly
yellow glare of the lamps, the air of
distinction which marked Mimi Train
or as different from her kind The
Keene family had come of 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 diff
ficulty. How was he going to tell her?
He wanted to run away. He could
now readily understand why Trainor
had always talked of Mimi, Mimi, Mi
mi, until his Celtic ears had tired of
the name. She was a good wife and
good mother, for all she was a cir
Gus performer. And here he was, aim
ing to break her heart! STILL there
was a 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, a vertigo seized her
she lost her balance and fell, ano
by the time the men had laid away the
big top, she was dead.
For the first time in his wandering
futile life Frank Keene felt his throat
contract and an unbidden moisture
fill his eyes. After a fashion he haG
loved his clean minded, loyal little
sister And now she was gone, leav-
ing him with a baby on his hands
more adept in dealing from the bottom
of the deck than from the top.
How much is the mine worth 2
he asked when the simple funeral was
over.
Lord knows" said Donovan; "bu1
| it's the biggest strike in twenty years
but it's goin' t. be tied up till this little
chicks IS. Don't We worry, though
| TIL lawyers'll see to it that ye gil
| enough t. take care O. tn child, eddi
cate it, an all that.
Whats the name OF the mine?"
"Same as tn ddie's-Zudora.
The two separated never to mee
again.
The years passed Keene dabbled il
all manner of shady trades and finally
drifted into a lucrative business. i
was not only the easiest but the SAT
est way-to attract gulls and picl
! them. He set up as a Hindu mystic
| swami. He told fortunes, did crys-
| tai gazing, resurrected souls, and as
by-product played detective will
| more or less success. He rarely prac
ticed this latter game except among
| his favored gulls. 1t was a simple
matter to instruct some of his con
| federates to rob certain of his clients
and it was equally simple to recover
| the stolen objects-for suitable re
ward Keene eventually became known
| to the cult as Hassam Ali, and undel
that name his fame grew The checks
| from the .Zudora were now applied
| wholly to the welfare of his niece.
The child grew Her education be
gan. She gave promise of great beau
| ty, even in the lank and gauky age
Her uncle often found himself vaguel.
specializing over her future. There
was in his mind a thought, nebulous
but insistent. and as often as he re-
PEELED it as often it returned 1t was
not a happy thought
Hassam Ali had begun to love gold
The bright shining metal not in the
abstract but in the concrete. Tt