The Tomahawk., 1919-10-16
Little Tninket
Of Tin
n
BY r. RAY BAKER
(Copyrixht. 1915, By the Mcclure News
papoI 0yndloAts.)

Equipped with 500 and a horseshoe
Clarence Archibald Creston Kennel
worth was set adrift amid the cold
currents of success seekers.
The capital with which he was ex-
pected to wrest wealth from the world
was the gift Of his father. The token
Of luck was from the girl he expected
some time to marry.
The words accompanying the bank
notes ran something like this:
II gave you the chance to work in
these steel mills and climb the ladder
on the rungs Of experience. That's the
way I did it. and you could have done
as well. OF course I'm only president
of the company. but that is not so bad
when you consider had no education.
But you insisted on . course at the
university, and now you have It. Here's
q hundred cash. Harness 1t to your
learning and try to make good at some
thing. II you fail. just come back and
own up to 1t. and I'll give you the
same Job you could have had four
years ago-without the college course"
The horseshoe came into Clarence's
possession that night when he called
on Magdeline Osborne to tell her their
wedding would have to be postponed
'another hundred years." because his
father had refused to make him 4
manager in the mills. and now he
would have to learn to do something,
and then do It until he had enough
money to finance a voyage on the mat
rimonial sea.
II thought you learned how to do
things at college," Magdeline observed
in sympathetic tones.
"That's where you thought wrong.
The only things learned In college
were football and baseball. To be
frank, Mag, the only way ever passed
my examinations was with the assist
ance of my master partner-luck. In
fact, l Just bluffed my way through.
studying very little. I've always been
q good buffer. and had my share OF
luck, but-you can't bluff father"
Magdeline smiled with the dawn Of
an idea, excused herself and left the
room, returning with horseshoe
about the size of a half.dollar.
Its not silver" she assured him.
'.although 1t does have good shine.
It's Just tin, but the little trinket has
been in our family for many genera
tions and has always brought luck to
the possessor. want you to wear 1t.
and it will help your usual luck and
BLUR to make good"
Clarence attached the token to his
watchchain, and somehow 1t seemed to
give him confidence.
"Ill make good at something" he
promised as he took his leave. until
I get a good start, though, you'll not
hear from me-"
Clarence did not deserve the calum-
nious chain of names that fettered
him. Ancestors on his mothers
branches of the family tree were to
blame. II he had been blessed with
names beftting his appearance and
personality. they would have been
something like John Sam Hank
Brown. As It was, his friends had
taken his initials and coined "Cack"
for his nickname.
He was a healthy specimen of twen-
ty-three, with six feet Of height and a
generous girth. While not exactly
handsome. he was attractive. with
tw1nkling blue eyes, q mouthful OF
shiny teeth, a mop of light brown hair
that looked rusty, and Roman nose.
which, although larger than necessary,
never got in the way. He was not
corpulent by any means, but was
chunky, and walked with rolling gait
that would mark him for q sailor, al-
though he had never seen an ocean.
Before hunting Job "Cack" felt 1t
necessary to eat, 30 he hunted a res
taurant and, seating himself ut a ia
bic, picked up a newspaper. An ac'
count of q murder drew his attention.
1.-THE detectives still are looking for
clews," he read. A cough at his shoul.
der npprised him Of the presence Of q
waiter.
by George 4" he exclaimed mental
", I'm going to be q detective"
"Bring me some hash," he told the
waiter.
On the ninth floor Of q nine-story
building Detective Cack waited for
clients. His office rent came cheap be-
cause he was willing to trust himself