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It was renewed, and Harry burst into a fit of laughter at some fun of one of the Conley girls. The Countess passed on, and met Juliana pacing by herself near the lower gates of the park. She wished only to see how Juliana behaved. The girl looked perfectly trustful, as much so as when the Countess was pouring in her ears the tales of Evan's growing but bashful affection for her.
Billy Conley had written fully of Phil Forrest's brilliant exploits. After one of these letters, Mr. Sparling wrote Conley, as follows: "Those boys will never tell me when they do anything worthwhile. It isn't like Phil to talk about his own achievements. So you write me anything of this sort you think I would like to know. I do not mean you are to act as a spy, or anything of the sort.
They fairly howled with delight at Teddy's droll manner, but the Circus Boy did not even smile. He looked at them with a hurt expression in his eyes until the men were on the point of apologizing to him. They did not know young Tucker. The rest of the meal passed off without incident. "Well, what did you think of the contract hotel?" questioned Conley, as they were strolling back to the car.
"You are right. I accept the rebuke. While I am interested, it really is none of my business," answered the lad with a smile. "Where are you going?" "You told me to go out on one of the country routes." "Oh! What route are you going on, if I may ask?" "I had thought of going with Mr. Conley." "You will do nothing of the sort. You will go where I tell you to. "I suggested that he go with me, Mr.
"Hello, who are you?" demanded one of the men, as Phil and Teddy stepped in through the rear door of the coach. "Good evening, boys," greeted Phil easily. All eyes were turned on the newcomers. "Howdy, fellows," said Teddy good-naturedly. "Fine, large evening." Everybody laughed. "Are you the boys who joined out today, from back with the show?" asked Conley. "Yes. Let me introduce myself.
As to matters of detail, in regard to the outside work, I would suggest that you consult Conley freely. He is a good, honest fellow, and had he a better education he would advance rapidly. I intend to promote him next season. Conley told me, this morning, of your brilliant exploit in billing the silo." "Oh, you saw him this morning? Now I understand why he hurried away and came back all smiles.
Two were not content with merely wandering, but persisted in going in one direction, the third in another. One morning Conley and Egan were following their tracks each in a different quarter.
That night we were astonished by the passage of a flight of ducks over our heads, which Egan saw, and I and Conley heard distinctly. A detailed account of our wanderings would be as wearying to the reader as they were to ourselves, a mere monotonous repetition of cooking water and hunting for "colours" which we never found.
"fresh young persons," laughed Sir John for the ladies in question were romping boisterously with Mr. Harry. The Countess inquired for the names and condition of the ladies, and was told that they sprang from Farmer Conley, a well-to-do son of the soil, who farmed about a couple of thousand acres between Fallow field and Beckley, and bore a good reputation at the county bank.
She had no time for outcries and lamentations. It dawned on her that this was to be a day of battle. Where was Harry? Still in the midst of the Conley throng, apparently pooh-poohing something, to judge by the twist of his mouth. The Countess delicately signed for him to approach her. The extreme delicacy of the signal was at least an excuse for Harry to perceive nothing.
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