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One might think that Joe's proper course would have been to apply to the owners of the circus and get them to buy the seal for him. But in circuses, just as is often the case in theatrical companies, the performers "dress" their own acts that is, they provide all they need to work with, and these accessories become their personal property.
And he was whisked away, a quite self-satisfied human being. That very evening Marrin's name came up again. It was closing-up time, Billy and Slate had already gone, and the room was dark save for the shaded lights over Joe's desk and Sally's table. The two were working quietly, and outside a soft fall of snow was muffling the noise of the city.
With which frank confession he turned away to meet another motor-car party that was attempting to park their machine on his land. The four girls got out into the dusty road and marched to the ticket wagon that was gaily painted with the sign of "Dakota Joe's Wild West and Frontier Round-Up." "This is my treat," declared Ruth, going ahead to the ticket window with the crowd.
Andy's face was covered with a mass of caked snow and ice. His nose and cheeks and chin were white and badly frosted, and upon removing his mittens and moccasins, his hands and feet were found to be in the same condition. Mr. MacCreary, the factor, placed a bed at Doctor Joe's disposal, and when the frost had been removed and circulation had been restored, Andy was tucked into warm blankets.
"Yes; he's making money hand over fist. He's one of those mean chaps that never spend a cent, but lay it all by. Bah!" So Hogan expressed his contempt for Joe's frugality. "All the better for us. How much might there be now, do you think?" "Five hundred dollars, likely." "That's worth risking something for," said Jack thoughtfully. "We'll share alike?" inquired Hogan anxiously.
"What you wantin' of Doctor Joe?" "There's been murder done, or clost to un!" Peter, at last free to articulate, continued. "Murder at the lumber camp!" "Murder!" repeated Jamie, awesomely. "Aye, nigh to murder whatever!" Peter reiterated. "Doctor Joe's gone to the Post," said Andy. "Eli Horn came for he. Two of the lumber folk most killed another of un over there. Davy took Doctor Joe over."
All life seemed to touch a moment of harvest. Joe's mother was thrilled, and in spite of himself Joe felt his heart clutched, as it were, in a vise. He felt the strange, strong, human grip. It was a marvelous spectacle, though common, daily, and cheap as life. Joe's mother whispered, in a low voice: "Joe, this is the real New York!"
There were some shelves on the wall of Joe's room where his treasures were kept; and on one of these shelves, covered with an old white handkerchief, was a little tray containing the vase, a bottle of cement, and a camel's-hair brush.
But what amazed me most, and delighted me, was that she seemed to be almost in good spirits. It was evident she had formed with Joe's daughter one of those sudden friendships so great and so vivid that they rarely lived long after the passing of the heat of the emergency that bred them. Mrs. Ball saw it, also, and was straightway giddied into a sort of ecstasy.
I might 'a' know'd it was something more 'n business that kep' him. Joe's had an accident. It happened to him just about the time he meant to 'a' started for home last fall. It broke him all up, made him feel like he didn't want to see any of us just then.
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