Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-04-22

had flocked to the village. In town that
day was to be circus. not the railroad,
three ringed proclamation that settles as
blight upon the most exciting memory
Of childhood but an old fashioned wagon
show with elephant that had swum
river. There was no shrieking caiope
to drown the voice of the man who from
his buggy shouted that a free exhibition
would be given upon the grounds. There
was the hippOpOtamus, the monster ad
vertised to eat bushel of potatoes in
three minutes; and in a gilded cage stood
the beautiful girl, glancing down at
lion crouched at her feet.
In the open mouthed throng stood
lobe Patterson, the worthless, young
fellow whom the girls snubbed because
he was shiftless and whom the men
gibed because he couldn't learn arth-
metic.
"Tobe, goin' to the show?' neigh
Dor inquired.
''Just can and that means just WILL"
"Did your daddy give you the fifty
cents?"
mo, I chopped wood for it, and chopped
all day, too; and if anybody ought to go,
I'm him."
Gee, look at that gal with the lion.'
lobe caught sight of her; he did NOR"
than that, he fastened his eyes on her
and shouldering his way through the
crowd he reached the cage and walked
along beside it. ''Ho, look at old Tobe.
the boys jeered, but he did not heed them.
He was enraptured with the beautiful
woman, and he looked as if that for her
he would have been willing to fight the
lion. In the ring that afternoon the
beautiful girl rode a cream colored horse.
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grace and her spangles; and when the
performance was at an end, he went out
sorrowfully, not having money enough
to pay for a ticket to the grand concit.'
IF you are goin' home now you can
ride out with me, Tobe,' an old man
Said. and in a dazed way lobe looked
at him and replied: mo, + am goin' to
stay and see the last of HER"
you haven't got money enough to pay
your way in tonight, have your
Cant help it, I'm going to stay
! And he stayed, worked for the show
until night for the privilege of going into
the tent. When it was all over, when
rude hands pulled down the tent and
piled up the seats, lobe stood near a
lamp suffering on barrel. lost to all
the world. Coin home Tobe?" some one
asked.
now
whats the matter? Stuck on that
show gal?"
Il love that angel if that's what you
mean. Tell dad that I'm goin' with the
Show"
And he went. The "aggregation'
was run on an economic plan and his
application for place as canvassman
or roust-about was rejected. They re-
fused to let him ride in a wagon, but
he walked along and was always on
hand at night fall. The beautiful girl
was an orphan, but her uncle was there
to protect her and he told lobe that UNI
less he stopped trying to speak to her
he would boot him across the road and
over the fence.
Whenever you want to mix with me
I'm here said lobe. but want to tell
you that when you do it will be red mix
ture"
Il believe that lank Kentuckian would
cut my throat" said the uncle, speaking
to an actor. "But don't know what to
do with him."
'Let Louise manage him." replied the
actor meaning the beautiful girl. And
so, she was permitted to talk to him.
Don't you get tired walking?" she ask
ed, and he answered. mot when / think
there's chance to see you. That rests
me. and you don't know how sweet rest
Is to a Teller that don't like to work"
II wish you would go on away"
"And that's what the Teller said to
the river that he wanted to cross and
the river went but it kept on comm"
But you can't keep this up all the
time?"
Il can as long as Tn alive and when
I amt. I won't care much, reckon"
''How do you get anything to eat?"
Manage to pick it up first one place
and then another"
But your clothes won't last long"
when they give out Til steal a
blanket and wrap up in it, all but my
eyes. and they'll be a gain at you"
well. I must say you are persistent
admirer."
81 don't know who he is. but if you
mean Teller in love, I'm him.
The eye of love is always beautiful
nature has no music like the lovers
voice, and her heart warmed toward
this rustic cavalier. But she told him
to go. Knowing that he wouldn't, and
she pretended to hide from him, but let
him see her. Not permitted to go into
the tent, he would wait outside until the
show was over. and then at night he
would help the men load the wagons.
glad that on the road he would see the
captOr of his heart.
After many days they came to a hill
region where men who had no respect
for property. especially the property of
a circus. We're wont to congregate of a
Saturday evening. and one night in the
midst of the performance the "hey
Rube." cry called the canvassmen to
arms. A hard fight ensued, and the cir
Gus was likely to have geen beaten but
FOR lobe. Now he was majestic, leadins
the fray; he knocked down the leader
Of the gang: he broke bones right and
left. And when it was over, the cir
came to him and smiling, said that HI
was hero. Tears flew to his eyes, .Yo,