New Britain herald., 1928-04-03

{ my long-lost sister, Mrs. Ford. i.. What was her first name? Got that, too."
 Her name was Nora" Sally said softly. Mrs. Nora Ford, aged cS then-1o years ago. Oh, Mrs. Rybee. you're both so good to me! Why are you so good to me?" she added in- genuously.
 Maybe" Mrs. Bybee answered brusquely. its because you're a sweet kid. without any flirty non- sense about you. That is" she added severely, her sharp grey eyes flicking from Sally's eager face to Bybee's. you'd better not let me catch you making eyes at this old Tom Cat Of mine"
 "Now. Ma" Bybee flushed and squirmcd. don't tease the poor kid Can't you see shes clear gone on this Dave chap of hers? She wouldn't even know l was man if ] didn't wear pants. Don't mind her. Sally. Shes your friend, too, and she'll try to get on your ma S tracks tomorrow morning before show time"
 CHAPTER XVII Hours more of crystal gazing" of giving lavish promises of Hong journeys" success. wealth, sweet | hearts, husbands. wives, bumper corn and wheat crops habies-until II o'clock and the merciful dwindling Of the carnival crowds permitted a weary little Princess I.alla' to slip out of the Palace of Wonders" tent, Pity Sing. the midget woman. cradled in her arms like hahy. For Pitty Sing had prompted adopted Sally as her hu- 1nan sedan chair, uncompromisingly dismissing black-cyed Nita, the Hula Hula" dancer. who had pre- viously performed that service for her.
 T don't like Nita q bit" tho tiny treble voice informed Sally with great defin,teness. T do like you. and l shall compensate you gener- onsly for your services. Nita has no proper respect for mo. though I i command-and say it without boosting, I hope--twice tho salary that that indecent muscle dancer does. And she always joggled me-" the midget added aggrievedly. Poor Pitty Sing" Sally soothod her. as she picked her way carefully over the grass stubblc to the big dress tent which also served as sleeping quarters for the women performers of the Palace Of Won- ders." Haven't you anyone to look after you? Anyone belonging to you. meano"
 Why should I have?" the indig- nant little piping voice demanded from Sally's shoulder. I'm a woman grown. as I've reminded you before. I've been paying Nita five dollars week to carry me to and | from the show tent for each per formance. Of course there arc a few other little things she does for me, but if you'd like to have the posi- ton I think we would get along very nicely"
 "Oh, I'm sure of it.." Sally cx- ultod. laying her check for an in- stant against the flaxen. marcelled little head. Thank you. Pity Sing. thank you with all my 1 heart,"
 Please don't call me 'Pitty Sing" the little voice commanded tartly. "The name does very well for exhibition purposes. but my name is Miss Tanncr-Elizab bet h Matilda Tanner"
 "Oh. I'm sorry" Sally protested. hurt and abashcd. 'I didn't mean l T."
 "But you may call me Betty" The treble was suddenly sweet and sleepy like a child's. One of thc miniature hands flui,ered out in adequately 10 help Sally part the flaps of tho dress tent, which was deserted except for the fat girl. al. ready asleep and snoring stertor- ously.
 Sally knclt to enable the midget