New Britain herald., 1928-04-04

s
 up off and get into bed, Sally. And
 don't worry. Nita wouldn't have
 dared try to bluff a real trouper
 like that
 For GaWd $ sake. are you-all go-
 ing 10 jaN all night.' a weary voice,
 with q flat. southern drawl de
 nlanded indignantly. 'Ivo got some
 important sleeping 10 do, if I'm going 10 show tomorrow. Gaud
 I'm so tired my bones are cracking wide open.'
 "shut up yourself" Nita snarled slouchlng down upon the camp stool beside her trunk, to remove her makeup. You hooters don't know what tired means. If you had 70 Jelly all day like I do-Oh, Gawd. what d life. What q life, You're right, midget. It sure gets you-
 s shows day ana this helI-fired heat
 It was Nna's surrender, or at least her pretended surrender, to the law of the carnival-livc and let live: ask no questions and ansN CT none.
 In the thick silence that followed Sally trcmhlingly seated herself be- for her trunk and smeareJ her neck, face, arms and hands with theatrical cold cream. She was conscious that other weary girls drifted in--''ti1e girl nobody can lift" the albino girl. whose pink eyes were shaded with big blue gog- sles: the two diving girls, looking as If their diet of soda pop and bananas eaten under water did not agree with them. But she was aware of them rather tNan saw them. Stray bits of their conversa- tion forced through her own con- tlicting thoughts and emotions
 Where's my rabbit footo Gavd, I've lost my "a bbit foot. That means a run Of had llck, sure-'
 - says. Blow, you crazy rube Whaddve take me for"o'''
 Good pickings. If this keeps up I'll be able to grab my cakes in the privilege car--sold 5S post cards today
 "Whaddye know: Gus the barker's fell something fierce for the new kid. \ they say Pop By bees got her on percentage. as well as l2 bucks per and cakes. Some guys has all the luck
 Who's the sheik in the privilege car" Don't look like no K. F. to mc Boy howdy. Hear you already staked your claim. Nita. Who is he? Nllionaire's son gettin' an eyeful of life in raw:'
 She knew that Nita did not an- swcr, at least not in words. Grad ually talk died down; weary bod ios stretched their aching length upon hard. sagging cots. Someone turned ont the sputterins gas jet that had Intellectually illuminated the dress tent. Groans sulosided into snores or whistlng, adcnoilal breathing. A sudden brceze tuggcI 1t the loose sides of the tent slap ping the canvas loudly against the " "ooden stakes that held it down.
 Although she was so tired that her muscles quivered and ierked spasmodically. Sally found that she could not sleep. As if her mind were q notion picture screen, the events of the day marched past, in | 'ery bad sequence. like an unassen- 'led film. She saw her own small 1 figure Hitting across the screen, { aniasttcally clad in purple satin | rousers and green jacket, her face 1 md arlls brown as an Indians, her | yes shielded by q little black lace | ."il. crowds of farmers, their | wives, their children: smaIl-tovn business men, their wives and gig i yling daughters and goggle-eye1 ! sons, avid for glimpse of the | which the barker prom { sed behind the tent flap of the | 'eirlie show.' pressed in upon her. 'eceded. press q again. thrust out quarters. demanded magic visions { If her
 David, his eyes streaming with onion tears. smiling at her. David . 'eadine that dreadful aeWspapcr tory--DaNid of yesterday saying. Dear little Sally pressing her sainst him for q blessed minute
 And Ni'a, her eyes rabiI with ! uddn11. ugly ,,a'Ssioll-paSs Sslon for David - Nita threatening her. Da a>id-
 David. David. The movie topped with a jerk. then resolved ts"lf into an enormous .'close -up'' f David Nash. his eyes smiling into ,"rs with infinite scntlcness and ondorn"ss.
 ll. too young to--'o be in 10, C r 10 hc lovrd ," she asked herself. udaciols in the dark 'It if h. 'as at all III .oye with m'--hut oh, Ie couldn't would he bc so friendly and easy with me" , Wouldn't he bo embarrassed and lush. and-anj things like that 'l. I'm just being silly. H. o"sni 'hluk Of mo at all except $ q little girl who's in trouble. A irl alone, as h" calls me
 Then now memory hanlshed | Ncn the "Close up of David on the crcen of h"r mind -- g memory alled up by those ~ords-"~irl ! lono.' Shc felt that she ought 10
 a"p with shame and rontrition be- ause she had so long half forgotten ITS. l., bees promise 10 mako in uirlcs about her mother - tho lother who had given her to tho rphanasc io years before leaving "hind her only 2 n1eager record Mrs. Nora Ford. ag"d 2s.
 So little in those words with
 hlch to conlur@ np mot her. She ould be 1" ION. Tiff she were ill alive Suddenly all her l2 cars of orpila nhood, Of longing for
 mother. even for q mother who f1li 1.a.frt her TII16 and a, .,Ve,.