Evening star., 1921-05-01

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| in the Old Town Tonight" stirred
interest in most surprising way.
The news did not reach Llewellyn
| Sturnell at once. though he was on
very retired part of the groCnGS. N
xNose consultation with m1n TO
whom he had counted out moneS.
The man was complimentin., Mr
Sturnell. The man had good reason
! for complimenting Mr.. Stur1ell. l'e :
cause the latter had been very busy
since early that morning.
: 1t should be- stated the mal was
J Omel Simpson. county agent for the
| Society for the Prevention of Cruelty
to Animals. For that day and date
! Mr.. Simpson had appointed Mr.. Stur-
/ nell d special agent.
You have done a wonderful job,
stated MIR. Simpson "And in such
: short order:
| That's because I know the wax
and understand just how to jab it,,
| boasted Special Agent Sturnell. And
! it's all new wrinkle-this coming
/ around before the races and showing
i a badge and saying that a hoss ain :
/ fit to trot. They all know better. but
| l had EN- guessing. and they iii In
know how far my authority went So.
| knowing me as well as they de-. they
; felt courage enough to slip me some
thing"
/ The poor horses must be pro.a2:--
: ed" replied Mr.. Simpson. Il Iccl
quite sure that you will hnd tonil-
| tions at the Smyrna fair next wee
quite as bad as they are here
! Maybe worse. And a lot Of swap
ping always goes on out back OF the
: Smyrna grounds. 1t wouldn't be sur
| prising if / had to threaten to con-
Il
| ers." He winked. We'll, so long:
| I'll meet you on the ice at Smyrna.
X x !:
; CTURNELL lighted a cigar, tilted
! ~ it cockily in the corner of his
mouth, scrubbed his sleeve over the
obtrusive badge on the breast of his
! coat and walked off with his hard,
boiled hat pulled down over one eye
He was patiently satisfied with him
self and with all the world.
f, When he walked through horse
square" he was hailed by Mr.. S
Tockett. owner of Marie +. Mr.
Tockett had slipped to Mr.. Sturnel
| the sum Of SIS that morning, rather
than have a certain SPAWN canvasset
overmuch by the S. p. c. A. authori.
| his manner offensive. Il jest saw yt
Up there in tent little spell ago
dancing and rollicking all SO gay
| How did they ever happen to lei
you out of the insane hospital long
enough to come to this fair? I haven,
been dancing in no tent. and yot
know it,"
We'll, old Horace +. Towle sets
there and says it's you. and he ough
to know ye. seeing the length OF time
you and him was partners.
Mr.. Sturnell turned in disgust from
what, according to his full belief, wa:
a raving lunatic.
There's more truth than poetry ir
what Took is saying" advised an
lother horseman. IT'S that tent wheI'
the banner says 'Afrikys Happ!
FAMILY Old Horace is there. You't
better look in on him
"If there's anybody in that tent try
ling to give me the skydingo. blaze'
Mr.. Sturnell, that family won't be 81
condemned happy in about five min
utes."
He pufed out his chest when h.
reached the tent where Mr.. PurVI
was selling tickets. Mr.. Purvis blink
ed at the badge thus thrust close t.
his nose. whats the idea?' he in
CURED.
Especial agents. P. C. A. I'm in
spccting.'
Mr.. Purvis was not impressed. n
. kept on making change. Mr.. Sturnel
started for the entrance. Mr.. PurVi
grabbed him by the collar. THE sho'
costs you % cents mister"
But this badge is
You may know what it is-Ill teI
you what it amt. 1t amt good at tn
. door, here. Kindly step back and lie
. the people pass"
, The rush of patrons had given NJ
Puryis the assurance which prcsperit
2 llenGs. Mr. Sturnell found that he wa
. making an exhibition of himself be
, fore a crowd. He sourly paid hi
money and went inside. muttering.
The enormous snake. the baboon
! the monkeys. they all grabbed his al
E tention in quick succession. II
: would have fingered. But he hear
the sound of a fiddle. and he ais
heard voice squealing his ow
r lname He stood on tiptoe and peere
. lover the heads of the crowd. Ther
sat the hateful Horace p. Towle. sa "
ling catgut and squallinG comma nd
to a frolicking fowl that he addresse
las "l.lewelIyn Sturnell.' He wa
I telling this 'Llewelyn Sturnell I
l dance. gol-ring your jeebusted has
l llet, dance! At last I've got ye wher
want ye. Llewellyn Sturnell! Dance. .
! Mr. Sturnell forced passage for him
, iself In his fury he~jumped up an
! down in front of Mr. Towle. but h
! was able to make only inarticulat
sounds.
/ III I hear you call that dattycoo
, lby my name again.
Mr. Towle ceased fiddling. NOV
. YOU can rest a little while, 'Llewelly
. Sturnell.' and have social chat wit
/ this gent who has kindly called O
. YOU" He gave the dilbo bird som
. shelled peanuts and offered Mr.. Stur
nell some of the same comestiblt
r But that frantic person banged his fis
"Tm an officer Of the law. and
have got the power. I arrest you.
, What for?"
5 Using my name in public to siande
/ me-"
8 ''Well. suppose you have got t
! keep on learning whilst you're liv
r ling" said Mr.. Towle. He laid dow
the fiddle, pulled his foot out Of tn
, Heather loop attached to the conceale
! lamp and stood up. "Llewellyn Stur
} lnell. Esquire. come along and arrest
: ! shall hit you on the same plac