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Updated: June 8, 2025
You are not even a side show. You are a lucky boy, but you are going to keep your head level and try to earn your money. Twenty dollars a week! Why, it's wealth! I can see Uncle Abner shaking his stick when he hears of it. I must write to Mrs. Cahill and tell her the good news.
"Maybe the post will be gayer now that spring has come," said Curtis hopefully, but with a doubtful look at the open fire. "I wouldn't do anything rash," urged Crosby. Miss Cahill shook her head. "Why, I like it at the post," she said, "and I've been here five years ever since I left the convent and I- " Ranson interrupted, bowing gallantly.
Father Cahill hurried to him: "Don't interfere with them, Mr. Roche. For the love of heaven, don't. There'll be murder here to-day if ye do." "I have my instructions, Father Cahill, and it's sorry I am to have to act under them to-day." "It isn't the people's fault," pleaded the priest; "indeed it isn't." "We don't wish to hurt them. We want that man O'Connell." "They'll never give him up.
Miss Cahill gave a gasp of sympathy, snatched up her hat from the counter, and the buffalo robes closed behind her. Ranson stooped and reached for his sombrero. With the flight of Miss Cahill his interest in the courage of the Red Rider had departed also. But Crosby appealed to the new-comer, "Cahill, YOU know," he said.
"Mary," he said, and the speaking of her name seemed to stop the beating of his heart. "Mary," he whispered, as softly as though he were beginning a prayer, "you're the bravest, the sweetest, the dearest girl in all the world. And I've known it for months, and now you must know. And there'll never be any other girl in my life but you." Mary Cahill drew away from him in doubt and wonder.
Why, didn't you know that the paymaster boasted last night to the surgeons that he hit this fellow in the hand? He says " Cahill snorted scornfully. "How'd he know that? What makes him think so?" "Well, never mind, let him think so," Ranson answered, fervently. "Don't discourage him. That's the only evidence I've got on my side.
"Well, I must say that I do not admire your taste," laughed Phil. "It's the most hideous discord of noises I ever heard. I never did like the steam piano, but a circus wouldn't be a circus without it." "Nope," agreed Teddy with emphasis. Down the street a gorgeously colored rainbow slowly reached around a bend and began straightening away toward the Cahill home. The parade was approaching.
Cahill into a carnival of fools, and her own marriage too miserable to think of that, she tore up the letter, and then wrote another: Dear Mr. Bast, I have spoken to Mr. Wilcox about you, as I promised, and am sorry to say that he has no vacancy for you. Yours truly, M. J. Schlegel
I ought to be, for I have boys of my own. You'd better be going now." The two lads started off at a brisk pace. Phil to tell Mrs. Cahill of his good fortune. Teddy to bid good-bye to the people with whom he had been living as chore boy. "Teddy, you and I are a pair of lucky boys. Do you know it?" asked Phil.
The band was still playing as if its very existence depended upon keeping up the noise, while the white horses attached to the band wagon were frantically seeking to get their heads down for a nibble of the fresh green grass at the side of the road. "There come the bulls," called Teddy. "Yes, I see them." "The bulls?" wondered Mrs. Cahill. "I didn't know they had bulls in the circus."
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