The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-05-07
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Bill sidda he mentions BIls some sort of second cousin who works for Granddad Do it. Donna Let me write him I'm coming and you go in my place."
 'Tts temptation" Donna admitted. 'Tve been on farm-or in real home, for that matter But 't doesn't seem honest"
 pull some trick keep there If he tried that with you you could tell him the truth If you don't do it I'll write him can't come" ~
 "You mean thaty"
 Absolutely" N.
 "Hs letter is sweet" Donna unused her soft and luminous. q can't imagine him doing anything horrid
 "You don't know him. Wel-?"
 "Pll think about it."
 That night Madeline wrote the letter of acceptance that was to change the entire course of both girls lives
 It was Saturday afternoon. brazen sun beat with furious intensity the milling throngs pushing and showing through lanes of canvas peanut stands flying banners and wooden platforms where barkers announced the wonders on view inside. A young man, conspicuous because of his height and breadth of shoulder srode with abashed determination to- wards the smaller tent adjoining the bg top Over ono arm he carried his coat In his other hand he carried straw sailor In the sunlight his thick dark har sunbrnt like his ean strongly rugged face gsened with strands of lgold Under shaggy black brows his shrewd eyes searched for the entrance to the tent A tiny man in green tights, huge black cigar in his mouth leaning against stake beside an opening that served door The young farmer estated coghed and then asked Gan you-erdo you know where can find Miss Madeline Siddal?
 The midket looked up at the and shook his head Never heard the name he piped in childish treble
 "But-gosh, am stupid. mean Madeline Gabre.'
 "Oh one of the Gabriel Sisters! Yeah. She's inside" q want to her. I've come from her Grandfather Could Ter, will you take me to her?" "No sir can't do that. No visitors allowed" "Wel, can you tell her I'm here? Bill Sidda. She's expecting me. won't keep her but minute" 70. K"
 The tiny man disappeared into the of darkness Bill waited five minutes ten He heard the blatant strains of brass band coming the larger tent the chatter horses hoofs they crossed the runway The show must have begun s.p
 "she's fooing the old man." he muttered angrily. "I told him she wouldn't with me- He thrust his hat the back of his head, damned hands in his pockets ant started away. voice stayed him. "Mr. Sddal" ss
 Turning he saw her. framed by the dingy folds of vas that only served to accentuae her oveness The bronze hair formed geamng aureoe about her sma oval and the brown eyes were wide and Frightened and beau | tiful.
 His grandunce had told him that Madeline pretty girl but the years had turned mere pretness into breath "You are Bill Sddal% Donna asked. Her voice was low-pitched and throaty.
 "Yes. And you're Madeline?"
 Under the coat of grease paint and Donna felt the flush stain her checks "Yes had to take part in the grand march I'd have l can't stay but minute. Our act is third, you see"
 twill you be free after that?" "Oh, no. do equestrian turn, bareback And ! work in the living pictures, too" thought you a trapeze performer?' t
 T am but all double. We have to in small circus. And there's another ensemble at the finish" ss4N night?"
 "Why, yes-I suppose so. I'll tell M--Donna. She's the other half of the act My sister You know I'm sup posed to have sister, don't you?" "Your grandfather told me something about it."
 "Pll have to run now You're seeing the show aren't you? All right Meet me here when it's If any gets fresh just tell him you're cousin You sort Iof cousin, aren't you?"
 He drew deep breath. "Yes sort of a cousin. Sec. (TO BE CONTINUED)