The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-11-26

and then soddenly drunk, only 10 be
up more Of less red eyed and trembling
and yet alert and on the job when the
big tops went up on the lot the follow
ing morning. And as for the ladies'
the James" he called them-Mr. SAINT
ley also monopolized the fair. Woe to
any of his circus people who trans
crossed the bounds of strict morality
with his show! But with himself 1t
was another matter. and Sam Santley
looked with longing eyes on La Belle,
che Lady Of Lions.
The show had reached Los Angeles.
playing up through Lower California
and the Texas border. Business looked
good. and Sam Santley himself walked
from the performers entrance Of the
big top highly pleased with himself and
the world in general. In the perform
ers' entrance La Belle, the Lady Of
Lions, had given him smile Splin-
ters, the clown, had seen it, and his
face had contorted in jealous hatred
under his bismuth makeup Then Sam
Santley had strobe to the privilege"
tent, where his advertising men and
the followers of the circus generally
met for social converse when ION the
lot" When the performance was go
ing on In the big tent there was lull
for the grinders, door takers and shil-
labars, not to mention the plate board,
cane and doll rack men and other pur-
veyors Of amusement out of and in the
side shows. This lull was taken adj
vantage of by dropping into the ''priv-
iege" tent for bottled beer and per-
haps a brisk pass or two at craps.
All these things paid Sam Santley. He
sold the bottled beer at a profit, and no
temporary game of craps was so short
but what the official ''pass picker"
swept in Mr.. Sankey's percentage.
At the entrance OF the privilege
tent Sam Santley, in his ringmaster's
costume, Is accosted by a grimy. sham
bling, shaking man in stained and
tattered suit of paste marked overalls.
What's the matter with you? Get
ont Of the wayv' growls Santley.
The creature before him moistens his
lips and mumbles:
Il am Williams, boss-Jack Williams.
l was out with the bill posting outfit,
don't you remember
"Why aren't you out with 1t now?''
snarls Santley. Got drunk, I suppose,
and quit the job cold. and now you're
here with hangover panhandling.
Get on the lot before you're kicked off.
Az for any money, you don't get a jit-
ney. Beat it!'
But listen, boss. l wasn't drunk; !
didn't quit. walked 100 miles like a
crazy man. A tree fell on the wagon
In the woods way back in the interior
and killed Ben Burk and the horse and
smashed the wagon
"Come In and tell me-" interrupted
Santley, for the loss of horse and
bill posting wagon was something to
worry about. That Burk had been
killed did not matter much. BILL
posters cost nothing. 1t is different
with horses and wagons.
Then, seeing Williams was shaking
as with ague, Santley ordered drink
Of whisky from his private stock for
him. Williams gulped it down and
told his story as best suited him. But
he said no word regarding the trum-
perry that had perhaps been the real
cause OF the death Of Burk the BILL
poster and the loss Of tho horse and
wagon.
A game Of craps attracted Santley's
attention after he had made a mental
calculation that after ali the horse was
foundered old bit Of crow bait and