The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1912-10-10

| "eei AnoWn an ontn before. Pr1yefS
and pieadinEs wers forgottsa In that
Dltter arraignment Of fate.
| 1hen came the sudden Fevival Of
! yonthful spirfts. carrying with them
the reckless bravado that all boys pos
sess to the verge Of folly. The band
was playing. the show had begun. A
nerce desire TO brave detection and
Doidiy enter the charmed pavilion took
possession of him. First he would buy
OF the pie mans wares. then he would
calmly present himself before the tick
et wagon window, after which, But
he got no further In his dream Of au-
dacity. The placard on the fence
seemed to sInite him in the face. He
drew farther back into the darkness.
shudde.'iag.
CirciinS the dressing tent. he came
upon men at work. They were draw
Ing stakes with the old fashioned
chains. For awhile he duly watched
them. They passed on. He crcpt from
his place OF hiding and. attracted hy
the lights as moth Is drawn hy the
candle. made his way 10 the shelter
ed spot at the joining OF the tents
An overpowering sense Of lassitude
fell upon him. His eyes closed In ab-
rnpt surrender tn exhaustion. The
rhythmic beat OF the quickstep lenped
Of into great distances: the champng
and snorting of horses In the dressing
tent died away MS II by magic: the
subdued voices Of the III, Il and women
who waited their turn to bound into
the merry ring faded into lndistin-
gnshable whispers; the crack of the
r1nCmasters whip and the responsive
yelp of the clown trailed OF into 81
lence. His head fell back. his body
relaxed and he slipped of into sweet
unconsciousness.
4 man In motley rarh, with n face of
scarlet and white. caught sight Of an
arm and hand lying limp under the
edge Of the canvas. He stared hard
for moment. and then, attracted by
the slim. unfamiliar member arose
and advanced to the spot. AS he stood
there n woman and young girl ap-
preached.
Drunk" observed the clown with a
grimace.
The woman spoke. "How long and
fine The fingers are. A boys hand not
n mans. See who is there. Joey. do"
And SO it was that the fugitive wus
taken
The clown lifted the side wall and
bent over the form Of the lad. peering
into the white. mud strenked face.
Hes not drunk he said quickly.
"He looks III, poor fellow. How wet
he is-and 80 muddy. Is he asleep? II
isn't-it isn't something else:" She
drew back in sudden dread.
Hes alive. right enough. l say
Mrs. BraddOck, there's something luee
about this. He can't belong In thi
ere town, else he wouldn't be sleepin
ere in the mud. He's plain pegge'
out. ma'am. Like enough 'e's som
; poor fool as wants to join the circus
Run away from 'ome. dare say
We've 'ad lots of 'em follow US III
lately. you know. Only this 'un look
different. Shall call Peterson? He!
wake i'm up right enough and con
vince i'm that the show business Is
good thing to stay out Of while he can
Don't call Peterson. He is brute
Rouse him yourself. and tell him t.
come inside the tent. Poor boy, he
half drowned. Come. dearie," to tn
girl, "go into the dressing room. Yo'
must not see
"He is so white and Ill looking
mother" said the girl, in pitying tones
her gaze fastened upon the face Of tn
sleeper. The mother drew the chile
aside.
"He may be another Artful Dick. m.
child" ventured the mother. You
father SAYS the pickpockets are un
commonly numerous this spring"
am sure he isn't thief-Im sur
Of it." said the girl eagerly.
She was a pretty. brown haired crea
ture, whose large, serious eyes seemed
unnaturally dark and brilliant agains
the vivid coloring of her cheeks ant
forehead. One who understood thu
secrets Of the makeup" could hav,
told at n glance that underneath thu
thick layer Of powder and paint ther'
was a soft. white skin. Even tn
rough. careless application OF harm
less cosmetics could not In any sens
deceive one as to the delicacy of he
features. The mouth. red with th'
carmine grease, was gentle, even trem
ulous; her nose. though streaked will
a thin, white line, was straight ant
pure patrician in its modelling, will
fine. quivering nostrils. now gently dis
tended by sharp exercise in the ring
Her ears were small, her throat rount
and slim. Right proudly her head rod'
the firm. white neck. The warm. brown
hair swept down in caresses for tn
bare shoulders. A long, red Shake
cloak enveloped the slim. straight body
The mother still was young wo
mana pretty one. despite the care
worn expression in her eyes and th'
tired lines in her face. She was dress
ed in the ordinary garments Of th'
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