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Updated: June 28, 2025
You are not so wise now as you will be five years hence. I shall try to mold Christine into the kind of woman you could take as a wife to Jenison Hall. In five years, God willing, the circus ring and its spangles will be so remotely removed from her that no one can find the trace of them. In five years, David. That may seem ages to you and to her, who have youth and all of life ahead of you.
"What are you looking at, Jenison?" he demanded, suddenly noting the young man's frozen stare, directed down the street. David passed his hand over his damp brow and turned to look helplessly into Mary Braddock's face. Tom Braddock was standing across the street at the corner below, clutching a lamp-post for support. He was staring with wide open eyes at the group on the steps.
All manner of "bad luck" signs cropped out to sustain this multitude of beliefs. Every one was resorting to his luck stone or an amulet. Even David Jenison, sensible lad that he was, fell under the spell of superstition. He carried a "luck piece" given him by Ruby Noakes, and not once but many times was he guilty of calling upon it for relief from the general misfortune.
"You won't believe it, of course, but he pulled a gun first. I had to shoot. Get me out of this. If you don't I'll kick his face to a jelly. I've always wanted to." He glanced at Ernie, a crooked smile on his lips. "Well, Ernie, I guess it's going to come true. I always said it would." Jenison did not seek the warrant for Grand's arrest.
In the railroad yards Dick Cronk hunted out his brother Ernie, and, standing over him in a manner so threatening that the astonished hunchback shrank down in fear, he bluntly accused him of informing on David Jenison. "I know you did it, Ernie," he said, when the other began to whimper his denials. "You've done a lot of sneakin' things, but this is the sneakin'est.
"Yes, Miss Ruby," came the instantaneous response, suggesting a surprised propinquity. "Goodness! I thought you were downstairs But never mind! Don't forget what I told you about the new radishes." "No, Miss Ruby, they shall not be forgot," said the trim little maid, bobbing in the doorway. "Mr. Jenison likes his waffles crisp," added Miss Noakes.
Then she turned to her mother, almost imploringly. "Is is it true, mother?" "Well, see here," broke in Braddock angrily. "Don't you believe me? Haven't I said so?" "He is the Jenison boy we were talking about last night, dearie," said Mrs. Braddock. "I don't believe he committed that horrid crime. I can't believe it." "I am sure he didn't I am sure he didn't," cried the girl impulsively.
Jenison and his negro accomplice, Isaac Perry, had quarreled in one of the private card-rooms at Brainard's place in Richmond, where they had met by appointment. The negro, driven desperate and in great fear of the white man, finally drew a revolver and began firing wildly at his employer, who returned the shots. Perry was killed by a bullet which found his heart.
I want you to look over the agreement to-night or to-morrow morning, before it is taken over to the county seat. It is just as well that you, who are to be the next master of Jenison Hall, should understand all that there is in it. "'Has Isaac Perry been here? I asked, for I was strangely troubled. 'He has, said granddaddy, 'he brought the document over this evening.
Jenison, my mother and I. My father's home is in New York. Some time, while we are here, I hope you won't mind telling me something of your experiences with the the circus. My father often spoke of you. He said they called you was it Jack Snipe?" David was taken aback. The girl's frankness amazed, unsettled him. "A name given me by one of the performers," he murmured.
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