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She entreated him to come away with her before Jenison could carry out his threat, but he sharply refused, already having in mind a plan of action, desperate but effective. His first step, however, met with an unexpected rebuke.

Jenison intended to deed over a great part of his estate to David before his own death that they saw the necessity for hastening the end. The will was prepared in Perry's room at Richmond. The names of the witnesses belonged to men who were dead and could not repudiate the signatures.

For a full minute Jenison stood there, staring after him, his heart as cold as ice, his arms hanging nerveless at his sides. The real, underlying motive of the man was slow in forcing itself into his brain. He was to be used! He was to be made a part of the ugly web Colonel Grand was weaving about the unhappy Braddocks!

Certainly there could be no immediate danger with Grand out of the city. Jenison at last came to his way of thinking, although not without a twinge of misgiving. He had no respect, no sympathy for Braddock. It was his firm opinion that the man had in no way reformed; that he was as bad, if not worse, than ever, for now he was himself and not crazed by drink.

"Braddock," he said, a few minutes later," I'm going to break that Jenison boy if it takes me a year yes, ten years." "What's up?" demanded Braddock, rolling his cigar over uneasily. "Been sassing you?" "People of his class do not sass, as you call it," said Colonel Grand shortly. "Well, shall I kick him out of the show?" asked the other, perplexed.

It spread to the throng of crooks, pickpockets and fakirs that followed the show; it reached to the freaks in the sideshow. And not one among them all would have betrayed him by sign or deed. They stuck together like leeches, these good and bad nomads, and they asked few questions. And so it was that David Jenison made his first appearance as a clown in the sawdust ring.

The more he thought of it, the more insistent became the conviction that Jenison held the whip hand over him. It was not altogether incomprehensible, this amazing turn of affairs. He had drawn a revolver, and he had put himself in a decidedly uncomfortable position, with at least four witnesses against him, three of whom he could not hope to buy off in case of an inquiry.

My grandfather, who had been a colonel in the war with Mexico and had lost an arm, disowned him as a son. He disinherited him, leaving everything to my father. When my father was killed I became the heir to Jenison Hall and all that went with it, a vast estate. "A year ago my uncle Frank turned up.

To be perfectly honest with you, I inspected the interior from top to bottom one night. That's a very nice, comfortable room of yours, David. "Next day I walked up, bold as you please, to the front door and asked for Mr. Jenison. I had found out in the village that he was drunk three-fourths of the time and raisin' he Cain with everybody on the place. Gawd, how they hate him down there!

Colonel Grand was standing a few feet away, gazing with no little interest at the occupant of the cage. Young Jenison did not reply at once. He was momentarily occupied in a mental comparison of the two faces. "It is our latest curiosity from the wilds of Africa," he said, his eyes hardening.

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