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It was too good to keep, and then again Mr. Sparling's friend was too delighted at the downfall of Snowden, the man whom he thoroughly disliked, to be at all jealous of Phil's triumph. Phil went over to the yardmaster to find out what train he would be able to go out on that night. "We are going to send the whole bunch of you out on number 42," was the reply. "What time does number 42 leave?"
Where are the boys?" "You mean young Forrest and Tucker?" asked the manager, his smile fading. "Yes." "The young cubs have gone to church. A likely pair they are! What did you mean by turning loose a bunch like that on me?" There was a slight tightening of Mr. Sparling's lips. "What seems to be the trouble with them?" "Insubordination.
In Sir James's mind the remembrance of them took a symbolic importance. What use in expecting the wearer of them to handle the blood and mire of Juliet Sparling's story with breadth and pity? "Look here!" he said, coming to a sudden stop. "Let us decide at once on what is to be done. You said nothing to Miss Mallory?" "Nothing. But she is already in some trouble and misgiving about the past.
Sparling's wife whose life you saved, and I reckon the boss will have something to say to you when he gets sight of you again." "Is it possible? I didn't know that," marveled the boy. "And does she perform?" "Everybody works in this outfit, young man," laughed the assistant, "as you will learn if you hang around long enough. Going to the show?" "Yes, sir." "Got seats?" "Mr.
"Come in!" bellowed the voice of the owner of the show. Phil entered, hat in hand. At the moment the owner was busily engaged with a pile of bills for merchandise recently purchased at the local stores, and he neither looked up nor spoke. Phil stood quietly waiting, noting amusedly the stern scowl that appeared to be part of Mr. Sparling's natural expression.
Rodney Palmer said the boss canvasman might give me a chance to earn one." "Earn one? Earn one?" Mr. Sparling's voice rose to a roar again. "What in the name of Old Dan Rice do you think you've been doing?
Getting near the entrance, he saw Mr. Sparling's assistant. The latter, chancing to catch sight of Phil, motioned him to crawl under the ropes and come in. The boy did so gratefully. "The doors are not open yet, but you may go in. You will have time to look over the animals before the crowd arrives, then you can reach your seat before the others get in. Please let me see those checks once more."
Sparling's conduct might be, he truly forgave him the injury he had done him, in giving him his death-wound, and hoped, in the event of his decease, that his friends would not prosecute him." Mr. Grayson repeatedly said Mr. Sparling was an utter stranger to him, and that he did not know him even by sight. At that time counsel were not allowed to make any appeal to a jury for a prisoner. Mr.
"Forrest," explained Phil, turning. The speaker was Mr. Sparling's assistant, whom the lad had seen just after saving the lion cage from turning over. "Can you blow a horn as well as you can stop a wagon?" "Depends upon what kind of a horn. I think I can make as much noise on a fish horn as anyone else." "That'll do as well as anything else. Want to go in the parade?" "I'd love to!"
Taking shape and body, as it were, from the experience of the moment, there rose into sight the new soul developed in her by this tragic year. Not for her not for Juliet Sparling's daughter the plea of cloistered innocence! By a sharp transition her youth had passed from the Chamber of Maiden Thought into the darkened Chamber of Experience.
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