The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1928-03-31

As she tripped swiftly across the
dusty lot toward the Palace Of
Wonders. the crowd following her
grew larger and larger. Becoming
holder because che felt that che was
really sPrincess Lalla" and not
timid little Sally Ford. she delhi.
erately dirted with the men who
pressed close upon her. even waved
Z little brown hand invitingly
toward the big tent.
When she reached the tent door.
the barker leaned down from bis
booth. behind which Was set = small
platform. and bsckoned her to
mount the narrow steps. Smilinely
she did 90. and the barker intro.
duced her:
"Hsrs she 70. boys-ths Princess
Ialla Of Con-stan.ti.no.ple. the pref
tiest girl that ever escaped from
the Sultan's hareml Princess Lalla,
favorite crystal.gaSer to the Sultan
Of Turkey before she escaped from
his harem. will tell your fortunes.
LADIES' and gentlemen! Princess
Lalla sees all. knows all! Just one
Of the scores OF attractions In the
Palace Of Wonders! Admission
Is cents. one quarter Of . dollar.
two bits!"
Sally bowed, her little brown
hands spreading In an enchanting
gesture: then she skipped down the
steps. the great ropes OF black hair.
wound with strands Of imitation
pearls. dapping against the vivid
green satin tunic.
She was very tired when the sup.
per hour came. but the thought that
she would soon sec David again
lent wings to her sandaled feet. She
was about TO hurry out Of the Pal.
ace Of Wonders. released at last By
the apparently ipdefatiGable spiel.
Of. Gus. when . tiny. treble voice
called to her:
"Princess Lalla! Princess Lal.
IL! Would you mind carrying mo
to the cars?"
Sally. startled. looked everywhere
about the tent that was almost emp.
tied Of spectators before Il dawned
on her that the tiny voiee had
como from "pitty Sing the small.
ct woman IN the world" sitting
IN Z child's little red rocking chair
On the platform.
All OF Sally's passionate love for
little things-especially small chill.
dren-surged up IN her heart. She
skipped down the stspg Of her own
particular little platform and ran.
with oqtstretched hands, % the
midget. 'Pitty sing was indeed
. pretty thing. . very dou Of .
woman. the ,6aSen hair on her
email head mercelled meticulously.
her little plump checks and pout,
ins. babyish llps tints6 With rouge.
IN her miniature hands che vas
holding . newppapee, which Was %
big In comparison With her midget
size that It served % . complete
screen.
~0e course I'll carry you. I'm
% clad you'll let me-" Sally slowed
and dimplsd. you little darling.
you!"
~Plsase don't baby met" Pity
Sing admenished her n Z severe
little voice I'm old enough to DO
your mother. even if I'm not big
enough" And the tiny. plump
hands began to fold the news.
Dapefs with great deaniteness.
Sally's eyes. abashed. duttered
from the disapprovins little face
% the papa. Odd that - tiny =
thing could Toed-but of course
o1o wa grown uDt even, e oho Woo
ooly % Inches tall
sOh, pl1oeojs oolly easped, 50.
| ine very pale under The brown pow.
Or. NAY ] - your paper Tor
|1uot . mlnute?s !.
yee her eyes had caught sleht of
. name which had beoo burned 81.
70 Aer mGmoey. forever 1ndGIlble-
tn name q Cafoon.
(yo n oontinue0)
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