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Sparling had, and good-byes said, the Circus Boys boarded a train just as the strains of the circus band were borne to their ears. "The parade is on," said Phil as their train moved out. "And we are not there to ride in it. We'll have to get up some sort of a parade for Car Number Three, I'm thinking," smiled Teddy. Late that afternoon the boys reached St. Paul.
You will have to consult the cook on that point. Perhaps he may consent to cook it for you." "I'll give you a slice off the white when it's cooked." "Thank you. You are welcome to the whole egg. Better go up and locate yourselves, boys." "What number is our room, Mr. Sparling?" asked Phil. "Number twenty-four, on the upper deck.
When you tell me a thing I do not have to go about asking others to make sure that you have told me the truth." "Why shouldn't I? I'm not afraid of you." "No; that's the worst of it. I should like to see something you really are afraid of." "I know what he is afraid of," smiled Phil maliciously. "What?" demanded Mr. Sparling. "He is afraid of the woman snake charmer under the black top.
James Sparling with messages and demands that the Circus Boys be withdrawn from the car, renewing his threats to leave in case his demand was not complied with. One bright Sunday morning the car rolled into the station at Aberdeen, South Dakota, and as it came to a stop a messenger boy boarded it with a message for Billy Conley.
They leaped gracefully and deliberately into the air, doubled their legs under them and performed one of the most graceful somersaults that had ever been seen in the Sparling shows, landing lightly and surely on the resined back of the old ring horse. Dimples sat down, and Phil, dropping lightly to the ground, threw a kiss to the audience.
It did not occur to him that he himself was responsible for a large part of the attendance that the part he had played in the exciting incidents of the day had done more to advertise the Great Sparling Combined Shows than any other one factor. "I am all ready, Mr. Kennedy," announced Phil, running to the elephant quarters.
It was nearly seven in the morning when Phil's vigil was rewarded by the sight of a man in his pajamas, emerging from the rival car. The man stood on the rear platform and stretched himself. All at once he caught sight of Car Three. The fellow instantly became very wide awake. Opening the car door he called to someone within; then three or four men came out and stared at the Sparling car.
We won't speak of the silo. I don't expect you to let me post that; but, if you will permit me to put a three-sheet on your hog pen back there, I shall be greatly obliged." Despite the farmer's protestations, Phil wrote out the order for the box, then scribbled a few lines to Mr. Sparling, which he enclosed in an envelope borrowed from the farmer.
But he'll never get them." Phil was laughing with the others, for the sight was really a funny one. "Oh, look what they've done!" exclaimed one of the performers. "They've pulled up the rope," said Mr. Sparling hopelessly. "Now he certainly is in a fix," laughed Phil. The monkeys, after shinning the rope, had mischievously hauled it up after them, acting with almost human intelligence.
Two remarkable hostile meetings, I recollect, took place in Liverpool at the commencement of the present century, and caused an immense sensation, from the known position and high standing of all the parties concerned. The first duel I shall mention was that between Mr. Sparling, late of St. Domingo House, Everton, and Mr. Grayson, an eminent shipbuilder.
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