Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-11-27

my friend, Mr.. Bogger, wants to ask
you question or two, Mr.. Barnes"
"Fm not Barnes" declared Walling.
ford grufliy. II am his personal rep.
resentatlve and business executive. My
names Sears.
"Unger, never saw such dirty lot
Of uniforms. II | have to sell this
circus for Mr. Barnes want 1t in de-
cent shape. What are today's profits ~
"Over $1,000" said Unger brighten
ing.
"A thousandr' Wallingford's face
was purple with fury. ginger, I'm go
ing to investigate this thing. II you
know what's good for you you won't
let me see you on this lot todayy'
Wallingford let the unfortunate Un-
ger go.
IF l amt intruding, Mr.. Sears, let's
talk business as man to man. I know
the truth about your fix. You have to
take $4,000 for this show today. Pm
here with the money"
Wallingford glanced incredulously at
Blackie, but he put out his hand depre-
catingly.
II promised to sell 1t to a friend"
"ohI Mr.. Bogger gulped. He was
only stopped for a moment, however.
"I'll give you tifty-6vep
mo"
sixty"
Wallingford hesitated.
"Make 1t sixty-tive, spot cash, and
well so right up to lawyers and
draw up bill of sale"
Elias studied a long time. "Well,"
he concluded, "Tm satisfied about the
money part. I've asked six or seven
men around the grounds here. and,
though they don't all say the same
thing, they've convinced me that
there's fortune in 1t every day. Come
on, Well go up to my bank"
Mr.. Bogger walked on the grounds of
the p. I. Barnes Colossal Aggregation
Of Tented Wonders as monarch of all
he surveyed just as the torches were
being lit in the hour before the evening
performance. He held his head very
high. He could go In and order an ele-
plant hitched to his buggy If he liked.
Just between the main tent and the
cook tent Daredevil Demo- accosted
him. ''They tell me you're the new
boss and have the coin. I'm three
weeks back, and want mine"
well" exclaimed Bogger, "Tll have
to look into this. How much do you
get weekf"
give hundred and fifty dollars" De-
mo calmly told him.
Mr.. Bogger almost dropped dead on
the spot. "A week, did you sayr he
gasped.
"a week. | get shot out of cannon
to platform up in the dome, grab a
bicycle, ride down 200 foot chute,
jump forty foot gap and land in
tank of water. Do l get my back
pay?"
"I'll see about it," promised Bogger,
much troubled, and he started to turn
away.
Demo grabbed him by the shoulder
and turned him around with one swing
81 get 1t nowP he declared, cor I'll
close up your bloomin' show! / amt
SO strong for this outfit, anyhow, es-
peclally since hays going to try to
run It, II don't get my coin before
go on tonight, no show! And if these
rubes don't see my act they'll tear
down the tent. I'm what brings 'em
herew
The "Trelvo Trio Of Aerial Acrobats" |
descended upon Mr.. Bogger In body |
before Demo had finished with him.
They were Swiss and knew but little |
English, but they very energeically |
conveyed to Mr.. Bogger the fact that |
they were three weeks In arrears IN
salary and wanted their money. If |
they didn't get 1t, no show; also n
sheriff!
More came running, bareback riders,
wagon men, tumblers, trainers, chariot
drivers and even some of the young