Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-07-26
When the Circus Came to Town
By ELIzABBrH SUTTON
(Copyrisht. by Joseph B. Bowles.)

 nor while making cake. She was so particular about beating the batter un- til 1t was all studded with bubbles, and she worried and fussed all the time it baked, fearing 1t would be too well done or not done enough. Naturally her temper and patience did not amount to much during the proc ess.
 Marie, her niece, sat at one of the windows of tho kitchen, that opened into a garden filled with lilacs. roses and geraniums. She was pretty girl. with a clear red and white com plexion, beautiful teeth. dark eyes and in striking contrast with these charms. hair as yellow as marigold. She resembIed not in the least her aunt, who was tall. angular spinster.
 Aunt, will you let me go?" Marie had asked the question dozen times within the last few minutes, and Miss Lappin had pretended not to hear her. Suddenly she compressed her lips so tightly that they were lost in her face. She beat the sponge with such vigorous strokes that a number of small bubbles appeared and broke on its surface. No; I won't let you go."' she snapped, ESQ it's no use'n you settin' there teasin'. ain't thinkin' of lettin' you go. so there's m end to 1t. After awhile you'll be- 1ieve that when l say thing I mean 1t. I won't let you go there, or to any other party. You know without astin' never let you go anywheres."
 "Will you please tell me why you never allow me to go anywhere? Will you tell me just why you never let me have good time like the other girls of Boisville?" the girl asked. calmly.
 Miss Lappin let her spoon fall into the butter. She rested her hands upon her hips and faced her niece.
 Well. Marie, bein's you want to know so bad. I'll tell you this much. I don't let you go round like the oth- CT girls because of the kind of mother you had. When you WIZ left an orphan, with not one in the wide world to see to you but me. took you an made up my mind I'd raise you an never let you git like your mother if could help 1t. I hate to gay one word ,ag'in' the dead. but your mother wuzn't much, Marie. You know as well as do, an that's well enough, that you mother went an ran of with a German professor. leavin' you little thing of three, an my poor brother broken-hearted."
 Boisville had gossiped a long time about Miss Lappin and her pretty niece Marie. They said: Marie looks just like her mother. It'll be too bad if she takes after her, too; but Miss Lappin is little hard on the girl -a My goodness. youth must have its fling. an If 1t doesn't. somethin's sure to happen. Young folks will be young folks. Even if her mother wuzn't much. Gracious, that ain't no reason Marie should be shut up an never let go anywheres. An she dresses her like holy show. for fear she'll git proud or any one'll look at her"
 Marie received invitations to every thing going on in Boisville. for all liked her, and all felt very sorry for her. They pitied her as the victim of tyrannical spinster who was de- termined to cut the girl from all so- nfa1 Hfa hanauca unfortuoafaI,, hoo mother had furnished Boisville with its one scandal.
 So Marie was always asking her aunt: Aunt, may I go?" and Miss Lappin was forever answering her: 'No; you can't go." It was rather extraordinary. under the. circum- stances. that the girl was never seem tngly ill-natured or resentful because of these refusals. When her aunt said Tho" she appeared perfectly sat fsfied. and then would ask her permis- sion to go somewhere else in a few days.
 One day in early summer Marie. who had been out on an errand, rushed into the kitchen, where Miss Lappin sat sewing. She threw a parcel down on the table and seemed quite breath less. "Oh. aunt. there's a circus here" she cried. Tt came in this morning. met some of the girls and they are all going in crowd tonight. They want me to go with them. Aunt, may I go?"
 Miss Lappin dropped her sewing in her lap. She pushed her glasses up on her forehead. Marie Lappin," she said. you must be ge;tin' crazy, for sure. You wantin to go to a circus. A girl IS years of age. Why. Marie. you must be ge.tin' soft'nen of the brain. No. Marie Lappin. you can't go to the circus"
 'very we'll. aunt.sr Marie said, but not as humble as usual.
 .T'lI tell you what I'll do. I'll let you go an see the parade" Miss Lap pin cried suddenly. "rll let you stay out this morning i'll it's all over"
 Marie murmured her thanks for this concession.
 The girl left the parlor and went Into her own room opening on the kitchen It was a bare little place. She took a pink dress. much berut. fled. from hook behind the door. It was her best gown. She removed the dress she was wearing and donned this one. The pink vas not particular iy becoming. but the girl vas hand some enough to carry 1t of well She