The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-11-19

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plotters in the shattered mans library
in Los Angeles, for they. though they
do not know it now. are nearer to at
least one great object for which the
plotters seek to strange soul-the
diamond from the sky.
The diamond lies unnoticed since ear
~ forenoon on the alighting board OF
one of the many beehives in the apiary
of Rancher Jones. 1t lies where his
little three-year-old daughter dropped
it when testy bee had stung her aft
er she had found the diamond beneath
the rock where Smythe had put it.
Where the billposters are camped in
the woods beneath great dead tree
is not 500 yards from the bee yard or
apiary of Rancher Jones. For some
days the billposters with their wag-
ons and paraphernalia have made the
struggling barns and wayside board.
ings of this thinly settled region bios
som gaudily with the bills announcing
the appearances of Sankey's Stupen-
dous Circus The circus is playing the
towns and cities large enough to meet
the requirements of what its proprietor
calls "a regular show" Sankey's Stu
pendous Circus is Il regular show and
if it is too big to play small places
such as Mammoth and vicinity, yet
Mammoth and vicinity are appraised of
place of show and day and date. 1t
has been the duty of the two billpost-
ers, camped here beneath the dead tree
in the woods. to make the wilderness
blossom like the rose with the eye as
founding posters of Sankey's Stupen-
dous Circus.
Their fire has been slow in starting,
but now it burns well. AS the bill
poster who is called Jack Williams be-
stirs himself to mix some pancake
flour, the billposter whose name is Ben
Burk fumes over the fire and sheds a
few tears and wipes his eyes from the
acrid smoke of the newly started fire.
And night comes quickly in California.
| 1t is daylight and then dusk and then
dark And far off OH the other side of
the hill Lawyer Smythe of London has
lost his way and walks in a circle.
seeking shelter.
| There is no sirup," says the bill
| poster named Burk, as he searches
among the dirty tins of the larder and
holds the strip can and shakes it by
make fapjacksr'
Whats your kick about molasses.
boz" asks the pancake expert turning
from the whitish mass he is stirring.
Didn't we pass bee yard not quar-
ter Of mile down the road?'
The other looks Disguised
81 should think you'd be sick of cook
ing and stirring paste to sling up bills
with all day without mixing and cook
ing paste to eat at night" he grumbles.
BEAT 1t. Make yourself useful and
go and get some honey. We got lots OF
time before we have fire hot enough
for flapjacks," says the other. IF ! dc
not cook fapjacks you won't have any
thing to eat but bacon: the breads al
gone. Close your trap and go ant
swipe some honey. When | saw thost
beehives l got to thinking Of flapjack.
and honey. Anyway. I've got to go fol
water 1Dr coffee It's almost as far fol
water as it is for honey. Beat it,"
So the billposter named Burk. still
grumbling. takes plate and knife as HI
is bid and moves off in the darkness Il
rifle the sweet store of the busy bee'
beyond
The moon shines vaguely just abov'
the sky line. Its dim light barrel.
throws shadow as Burk skulks acros
the field after coming out Of the WOO
and enters the rancher's bee yard. II
rocks an occasional hive as he passe
: and the murmur of disturbed bee
sounds duly from within them. II
! pauses at last by one that rocks wit
heavier resistance. and he is about t
lift the cap piece when something
CLEANS opalescent in the moonlight o.
; the alighting board Of the rocking hive
Burk stoops over and picks 1t up. i
: the dim light from the moon he sees
b curious large l0cket attached to
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