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Frank Jenison then coolly directed his henchman to stand guard while he committed the diabolical deed. To use his dying words, his father "was ready to die anyway, so it was a kindness to end life suddenly for him." We know how David walked into the trap, and how he crept out of it only to become an outlaw, hunted and execrated.
"Well, you do beat the world," he exclaimed. "In the name of heaven, where did you come from?" They shook hands. Dick's sprightly face presented a myriad of joyous wrinkles. "Where did I come from, kid I should say, Mr. Jenison? "Call me David," interrupted the other. "Sure! Come from? Take a seat, kid. You are my guest for the evening. Make yourself at home.
Perhaps, my boy, it is your entire fortune, who knows. The Jenison estate seems lost to you, cruelly enough. I am so very sorry." "I only want to think that none of you believe I committed the crime I am accused of," said David simply. "The money isn't anything." "We are not accusers," she said gravely. "Where is Brad?" demanded Grinaldi, his patience and diplomacy exhausted.
Jenison did not notice them in his abstraction, but his ears would have burned if he could have heard the things the two women were saying about him to their male companion. As he passed the broad office door in one of his rounds it was opened and in the full glow of light from within appeared the tall, graceful figure of Roberta Grand.
"You must keep very quiet and do what we tell you to do," she said to the boy, who nodded his head eagerly. "You will be safe here. A circus is the safest harbor in all the world for the thief and the lawbreaker. Why should it not be so for one who is innocent?" "Let me tell you all about it, madam," began David Jenison, the hunted. She stopped him. "Not now. There is no time for that.
I do not intend that either of us shall sail under false colors. When you go to Jenison Hall as my wife, it shall also be as the daughter of Thomas Braddock, the showman." "But, David, he may have fallen so low he may have sunk to the very lowest oh, you must understand. We have heard nothing from him. We don't know where he is, nor what his life has been. Suppose oh, I can't bear to think of it."
He's the Jenison boy. Well, he ain't guilty. Get the notion? We Ve got to 'elp 'im out of the country. Mum's the word, lads. Say!" He stood back to inspect his charge. "If you're going to wear them togs, you've got to 'ave your face done over to match." Whereupon he began to apply grease and bismuth to the countenance of the amazed young patrician. The others looked on and laughed good- naturedly.
For this tall young man who leaned so gracefully against the mantelpiece was the master of Jenison Hall the last of the Jenisons. And that was saying all that could be said, so far as a Virginian was concerned. Their council was disturbed by the arrival of the belated night coach that came over the mountains from the nearest railway station.
The lone elephant that graced the show and the horses had been led out for the "lofty somersault men" to vault over after the run down the "spring board"; that part of the dressing-tent in which Braddock stood was now clear of humanity, except for his wife, the clown and David Jenison.
Later on, she stood straight and tense, in the center of her bedroom floor, her hands to her breast, waiting for her mother's return. Vaguely she felt that something harsh and bitter was to be made known to her before she slept that night. In lowered tones David Jenison was saying to Mary Braddock: "She must be told everything to-night. It isn't safe to put it off.
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