The Washington herald., 1920-09-10

Of man and raise violets. shel
seemed to be a Name more in line
as God intended her. approach
able. and suited to bask in tn,
light of the Brazilians and the
Kinder
"You seem to be right smart
inveigled.' says l. with the I'm
paralleIed Exhibition OF the
Worlds Living Curiosities and
Wonders
It's a change says Name.
You'll need another says I,
ffyou keep on going every night.
Don't be cross. Jeff.' says sne;
1T takes my mind off business
Don't tho curiosities eat?" 1
ask.
Not all of them. Some of
them are wax
Look out. then. that you
don't get stuck says l. kind Of
flip and foolish.
Name blushed. I didn't know
what to think about her. NV
hopes raised some that perhaps
my attentions had palliated mans
awful crime OF visibIy introduce
ing nourishment into his system.
She talked some about the stars,
referring to them with respect
and politeness. and l driveIled a
quantity about united hearts,
home made bright by true anec-
tiOn and the Kinder. Name lis
tened without scOrn and | says to
myself, JEFF. old man. you're re-
moving the hOodoO that CIunC to
the consumer of victuaIs: you're
setting your heel upon the SER
pent that turks in the gravy
bowl
Monday night drop around.
Name is at the Unparalleled Ex-
hibitiOn with Thomas.
Now. may the curse Of thel
forty-One seven-sided sea cooks
said ]. and the bad luck of tho
impertinent grasshoppers rest
upon this self-same side-shOw a t
once and forever Amen. TN go
to see it myself tomorrow night
and investigate its balefuI charm
Shall man that was made to in
hcrit the earth be bereft Of his
sweetheart first by knife and
FORK and then by a 1O-cent cir
cus?'
The next night before starting
out for the exhibition tent l in
tfAAN anu iillu pul lIdl Ma me Is
not at home. She is not at the
circus with Thomas this time. for
Thomas waYlays me in the grass
outside of the grub tent with
scheme OF his own before | had
. time to eat supper.
Whatll you give me. Jeff.
says he. if I tell you something?' .
The value of il, SON I saws.
Sic i9 ct
Thomas, one of the side-sho
freaks. don't like him. She
does. overheard 'em talking.
Thought maybe you'd like to
know. Say. JEFF. does it put you
wise 81 worth? There's a target
rife up town that
Il friskcd my pockets and con-
descended to dribble stream Of
halves and quarters into Thomas
hat. The Information was of tho
pile-driver system of news. and
it telescoped my intelIects for
while. While ! was leaking small
change and smiling foolish on the
OUTSIDE, and suffering disturbances
internally, I was saying, idioti-
cally and pleasantly:
Thank you. ThOmas-thank
yOu-er-a freak. you said. Thorn
as. Now, could you make out the
monstrosity's entitlements a little
clearer if you please. Thomas?
"'This is the fellow says
Thomas. pulling out a yellow
handbill from his pocket and
showing il under my nose. He's
the Champion Faster of the Uni
verse. I guess that's why Sis got
soft on him. He don't eat moth
ing. He's going to fast forty
nine days. This is the sixth That's
him
81 looked at the name Thomas
pointed out-'Professor Eduardo
Collieri.' 'Ah' says I. in admira-
tion. that's not so bad. Ed Collier,
I give you credit for the trick. !
But I don't give you the girl un-
til she's Mrs. Freak
al hit the sod in the direction
of the show. I came up to the
rear of the tent, and, as ! did so.
d man wiggled out like a snake
from under the bottom Of the
canvas. scrambled to his feet. and
ran into me like locoed broneho.
I gathered him by the neck and
investigated him by the light of
the stars. 1t is Professor Eduar- |
do Collieri, in human habliments. |
with desperate look in one eye
and impatience in the other.
Hello. Curiosity says !. Get
still minute and let's have a
look ct your freakship How do
you like being the willopus- I
lOpus or the bim- BAN from Bor-
neo: or whatever name you are
denounced by in the side-show
business
JEFF Peters says Collier, in a |
weak voice. Turn me loose, or |
TIL slug you one. I'm in the ex-
tremest kind of a large hurry. |
Hands of"
Tut. tut, Eddie answers.
holding him hard: let an oru /
friend gaze on the exhibition of |
your CuriSIsness. It's an omi- !
ncnt graft you fell onto. my son. /,
But don't speak of assaults and !
battery. because you're not fit. |
The best you've got is lot of |
nerve and a mighty empty stom-
ach.' And so it was. The man