The Washington herald., 1920-11-10
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spectively and more or less respect
fully. removed Hart and Cherry
from the stage. The next turn went
on. and all went as merry as an
alimony bell.
The stage hands found a young
doctor at the stage entrance who
was waiting for a patient with a
decoction OF Am. B'ty roses. The
doctor examined Hart carefully and
laughed heartily.
NO headlines for you. Old Sport. :"
was his diagnosis. II II had been
two inches to the left it would have
undermined the carotid artery as far
as the Red Front Drugstore in Flat
bush and Back Again. As it is, you
just get the property man to bind
it up with a founce torn from one
OF the girls valenciennes and go
! home and get it dressed by the par
lor floor practitioner on your block.
and you'll be all right. Excuse me;
I've got a serious case outside TO
look after"
After that Bob Hart looked up
and felt better. And then to where
he lay came Vincente. the Tramp
JugSler great in his line Eincente,
solemn man from Brattleboro, Vt.
: named Sam Griggs at home. sent
toys and maple sugar home to the
I two small daughters from every
town he played. Vincente had moved
( on the same circuits with Hart and
/ Cherry, and was their perlpatetic
friend.
Bob" said Eincente in his serious
way, I'm glad it's no worse. The
little lady is wild about you"
/ "Who?" asked Hart.
Cherry" said the juggler. we
didn't know how bad you were hurt;
and we kept her away. It's saking
the manager and three girls to hold
her"
1t was an accident. Of course. "
. said Hart. ''Cherry's all right. She
wasn't feeling in good trim or she
couldn't have done II. There's no
hard feelings. She's strictly business
The doctor says I'll be on the job
again in three days. Don't let her
worry"
Man." said Sam Griggs severely,
puckering his old, smooth. lined
face. ARE you a chess automaton or
a human pincushion? Cherry's cry
ing her heart out for you-calling
Bob. Bob every second. with them
holding her hands and keeping her
from coming to you"
What's the matter with her.
asked Hart. with wide-open eyes
The sketchll go on again in three
days. I'm not hurt bad, the doctor
says. She won't lose but half a
weeks salary. l know IL was an ac-
cident. What's the matter with
her."
You seem TO be blind. or a sort
Of fool" said vincente. The girl
loves you and is almost mad about
your hurt. What's the matter with
you? Is she nothing to you? L wish
YOU could hear her call you"
Loves me?" asked Bob Hart, ris.
ing from the stack Of scenery on
which he lay. Cherry loves me:
Why. it's impossible"
Il wish you could see her and
hear her." said Griggs.
But. man." said Bob Hart, sitting
up. its impossible. It's impossible
tell you. ! never dreamed OF such
thing"
NO human being" said the
Tramp Juggler, could mistake It
She's wild for love OF you. How
have you been so blind?"
But, my Cod" said Bob Hart
rising to his feet. its too late. It's
too late, I tell you. Sam: it's toe
late. II can't be. You must be
wrong. it's impossible. There's
some mistake"
she's crying for you," said the
Tramp Juggler. For love Of you
she's fighting three, and calling your
name so loud they don't dare raise
the curtain. Wake up. man"
For love of meZ" said Bob Har,
with staring eyes. Don't ! tell you
it's too later It's too late. man. why
J Cherry and / have been married two
years"
CCopyrisht. 1890. By Wheeler sypdiestsl