The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1916-01-29

Sn1IilnH Sbm rsuBaui OToke Ou La
mar. I'm not likely to forget him.
We got him whom We got Circle Jim
But he vas too slick for us TO give
him all no deserved. Ho was turned
loose about u year ago. wasn't hey
That was tho first time I ever heard
II Miss June Travis-the young lady
We met In the park. you know. when
we were looking for the Yelled Won.
In. heard a. the prison how she met
Smiling sam when he got out, and
how she was fooled by his maudlin
pledges OF reform. He'd learned cob.
bling during his term. And she spent
good money to set him up In . shoe
maker shop Of his own"
She's the salt OF the earth. that
girl" commented the chief.
suppose ! drop around to see Smil.
ing SAM said Lamar.
Sam Eagan?' returned the chief,
looking ono more through n hand.
ful Of photos. Here you are. Cob.
bier shop at 1913 Bright way. I've
had him watched once or twice. But
there's nothing OF him"
Sam Eagan's shop faced on a Or.
ner, and behind Il was a disreputable
looking back yard separated by a
rickety gate aud a ~tumblcdown board
fence from tho alley at tho rear.
The corne was uninviting. ever for
corner loafers. Yet one such loafer
infested II at all hours OF the day.
This consistent idler was q thickset
youth. clad In shabby gray. His name
was Tom Dunn. Ills mission In life
seemed to he to lean halfasleep
against the Intel Of Sam Eagan's door.
way. pufing cigarettes.
II was an u%ninspiring life that Mr..
Thomas Dunn led. Long since. the
neighbors had ceased to interest them.
selves In him.
Had the ncighbors looked closer.
they might perhaps have noted that
his half-shut eyes were as bright as q
rats. and that those same apparently
drowsy eyes were forcv shifting
their gaze up and down the street
Also. that Mr.. Dunn ut intervals would
step back into Smiling Sans shop.
Tom Dunn. this morning. lounged ~
usual, In front Of Smiling Sans shop;
smoking an MmsAe cigarette: and
loahng away the early hours when
most OF the world was at work.
Inside the dingy little shop. Sam
himself was up to his eyes in toll
The shops dirty walls re-cchoed t.
the quick taps Of his hammer, rs he
drove tiny bright nails into tough sole
leather.
As Eagan, cross-legsed on his low
bench. sat hammering gayly away
Tom Dunn ducked his u%nshaven visage
into the room
'Jake's comm" announced Dunn
and returned to the front steps once
more.
Smiling Sam looked up with q
friendly nod. Q moment later, as q
cadaverous man of middle age cham
blcd into the shop. Tho newcomer
bore under his arm a crude little news
paper parcel. lie handed II TO Sam
without Q word.
Eagan unroiled the newspaper wrap
pings. Out fell a dusty shoe. whose
sole was all but gone and whose hee'
was run NJ the left side. Smilinp
Sam picked up = cobbler's knife and
proceeded to pry on the battered
shoes still more battered heel. Jake
standing In nervous expectancy be
hind him and looking avidly over thu
cobbler's fat shoulder.
Presently. the heel came away from
the shoe. II was hollow. and II wa,
wadded with tissue paper. Sam car
fully undid tho tissue foids. Out o.
them dropped . round brooch. set with
alternate pearls and diamonds Of Q
fair slzc.
How much!" demanded Jake.
Twenty" was Sans terse verdict
"Twenty." snorted the Indignant
Jake. Twenty what Twenty nothin'
Twenty dollars for that bit Of Eas,
Street Pavement! Why. the gold set
tin 10 worth moro n that. you measl,
old souger7"
twenty" snapped Easan. TAX,
L or leave IT,"
"Ili leave II. then" stormsd Jake
I'm not going 10 be robbed. Give
back to me"
Sure" smiled Easan. blandly. re-
turning the brooch to him; and at tn
same time absentmindcdly pullinl
from his trousers pocket . roll Of bill
which no fingered c~arelessly.
To Jake the sight OF money was
bone to q starving dog. He wavered
Then
, oh. take II. you swine!" h
growled. tossing the brooch down upo
Eagan's leatheraproned lap. TAX
|. Il. hope Il lands you in the pen!
Sam peeled two greasy ten.dolla
bills from the roll. handed Thorn I
Jake and put the rest OF the none
1 back IN his pocket. lie picked up III
{ brooch. As he did 80, Tom Dun
slipped hurriediy into the shop.
{ "Max Iamar-ly COP" he repor'
a I'd. Comm down the block; lookiI
ut the numbers on the houses"
Gee" babbled Jake. Hell spc
? me. dead sure! Hes"
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