The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-04-23

dancers OF the "g1rl1e snow" called
to her, as she came shuffling into
the tent on tortured feet. Gus Is
ballyhooing your show"
Yes, her mind was made up. She
would tell Enid Barr, beg her to
intercede with the orphanage for
her, and with the police for David.
But there was no Enid Barr among
the audience at the last show of the
evening, and even Van Horne was
absent. In spite of her good resolu-
lions Sally felt an immense relief.
Reprieve! She certainly could not
give herself up if there was no one
to give up to!
"Going to the show train to see
David?" Gus whispered, when the
last show was finished and the audi
ence was struggling toard the exits.
"Of counsel" Sally cried. "Is he
worse? Don't hide anything from
me, Gus"
"Worse!" Gus laughed. "Bybee
says he's yelling for food and
threatens to get up and cook it him.
self if they don't give him something
besides mush and milk. Come along!
I'll walk you over to the show train.
You're too pretty to be allowed to
&C alone. Some village dude would
be trying to kidnap you"
They found David sitting up in
his berth, working crossword puz-
zles, Mrs. Bybee sitting on the edge
of his bed to jot down the words
as he gave them to her.
Reckon you won't need the old
lady now that the young 'un's come
to hold your hand and make a fuss
over you," Mrs. Bybee grumbled
jealousy.
Whats that? What's that?"
Winfield Bybee, who had come over
from the carnival grounds in a serv-
ice car, demanded from the door
way. Been flirting with my wife,
young man? Reckon I'll have to
put the gloves on with you when
that crippled wing of yours is o. K.
Well, Sally, old Pop has done you
another good turn"
Sally paled and reached instinc-
lively for David's left hand. "Oh!
You mean-Mrs. Barr, the lady who
was talking to you?"
Nothing else butt" Bybee nodded,
smiling at her. "She tried to make
me admit you was Sally Ford and
acted innocent as a newborn
lamb. Told her you'd been with us
since we left New York"
"Why is she so interested in Sally,
Mr.. Bybee?" David asked quietly.
"She lowed a carnival wasn't no
place for a pure young girl" Bybee
chuckled. "She said they was aw-
full anxious over at the orphanage
to get Sally back, away from her
life of sin and that pers-n'ly she
took a powerful interest in unfor-
tunate girls and was determined to
see Sally safe back in the Home if
Princess Lalla' was Sally Ford. I
lied like a gentleman for you, child.
Told her she was a nice little dame
and all that, but clear off her base
in this instance. Reckon 1 put it
across all right, for she shut up and
beat it pretty soon"
II think she's wonderful" Sally
surprised them all by speaking up
almost sharply. "She's just trying
to be kind. She doesn't know how
awful an orphans home can be-"
"Come along, Mother Let's give
these two kids chance. But you
mustn't stay long, Sally. Tomor-
rows Saturday, and you oIghta be
enough of trouper by now to
know what that means. We head
South Saturday night, riding all day
Sunday"
"Out of the State?" Sally and
David cried in unison.
"Yep. Out of the State. You
kids'll be safe then. The police
amt going to bother about extra
dition for couple of juvenile de-
linquents So long, Dave boy. Don't
let this little Jane keep you awake
too late"
It'll leave in fifteen minutes"
Sally promised joyfully.
And she kept her promise. Her
lips were smiling tenderly, secretly,
at the memory of David's goodnight
kiss, when she left the car and be-
gan to look about for someone to
walk back to the carnival grounds
with her, for she was to sleep in
the dress tent that night, the storm
soaked mattresses having dried in
tho SIN all doV
Gus had told her he would be
waiting for her, but she could not
find him. She went the length of
the train to the privilege car, push
ing open the door sufficiently to
peep within. At least a score of
men of the carnival family were
seated at three or four tables, their
heads almost unacceptable
through the thick layers of cigar
and cigaret smoke. There was little
conversation except an occasional
oath, but the steady clacking of
poker chips upon the bare tables
came to her distinctly.
She closed the door noiselessly
and jumped from the platform of
the coach to the ground. 1t would
be mean to disturb Gus, she reflect
ed, for he loved poker better than