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Synopsis Chapter I Polly, n child
of the cirous, is brought up by Toby,
a clown, nnd by a boss canvnsinun
called "Muvver Jim." She lenrns to
ride Bingo, a circus horse, nnd grows
to womnnhood knowing no life ex
cept that of the circus.
Chapter II A church near the cir
us lot interests Polly. Jim repioves
' her for hc-r reckless riiKrir.
Chapter 111 Polly ui-jros liiiijin to
unprecedented speed M.d falls. Toby
and Jim curry the injured jrirl to the
parsonage nearby.
CHAPTER IV.
mnE blare of the circus band bad
been a sore temptation to Man
dy Jones all afternoon and
evening. . Again and again it
had dragged bcr from her work to the
study window, from which she could
see the wonders so tantallzlngly near.
Mandy was housekeeper for the Kev.
John Douglas, but the unwashed sup
per dishes did not trouble her as she
watched the lumbering elephants, the
restless lions, the long necked giraffes
and the striped zebras that came and
went in the nearby circus lot. And
yet, la spite of her own curiosity, she
could not forgive her vagrant "worse
half," Hasty, who had been lured from
duty early in the day. She had once
dubbed him Hasty in a spirit of deri
sion, and the name bad clung to him.
The sarcasm seemed doubly appropri
ate tonight, for he had been away
since 10 that morning, and it was now
past 9.
The young pastor for a time bad en
Joyed Mandy's tirades against her hus
iand, but when she began calling
shrilly out of the window to chance
acquaintances for news of him be slip
ped quietly into the next room to fin
ish tomorrow's sermon. Mandy renew
ed her operations at the window with
Increased vigor when the pastor had
gone.' She was barely saved from
pitching headforemost into the lot by
the timely arrival of Deacon Strong's
daughter, who managed with difficulty
to connect the excited woman's feet
with the floor.
"Foh de Lor" sake!' Mandy gasped'
as she stood panting for breath and
blinking at the pretty, young, apple
faced Julia. "I was suab most gone
dat time." Then followed another out
burst against the delinquent nasty.
But the deacon's daughter did not
bear. Her eyes were already wander
ing anxiously to the lights and the tin
sel of the little world beyond the win
dow. This was not the first time today
that Slandy bad found herself 'talking
to space. There h'ad been a steady
stream of callers at the parsonage
since 11 that morning, but she bud
long ago confided to the pastor that
she suspected their reasons.
"Dey conies in here a-trackln' up my
floors," she said, "an a-askin' why
you don't stop de circus from a-sliow-iif
nex' to de church an den a-craniu'
dar necks out de winder till 1 can't
get no housework done."
"That's only human nature," Doug
las had answered, with a laugh, but
Mandy bnd declared that she knew an-
other name for it and bad mumbled
something about "hypocritters" as she
seized her broom nnd began to sweep
Imaginary tracks from in front of the
door. , '
Many times she had made up her
mind to let the next caller know just
what she thought of "hypocritters,"
but her determination was usually
weakened by her still greater desire to
excite increased wonder In the faces
of ber visitors.
Divided between these two inclina
tions,, she gazed at Julia now. The
shining eyes of the deacon's daughter
conquered, and she launched forth Into
nu eager description of how she bad
just seen a "wonde'ful striped ana
mule" with a "pow'ful long neck walk
right out of the tent" and how he had
"come apart afore her very eyes" and
two men bad slipped "right out of bis
lnsides." Mandy was so carried away
by ber own eloquence and so busy
showing Julia the sights beyond the
window that she did not hear Miss
Perkins, the thin lipped spinster, who
entered, followed by the Widow- Wll
loughby, dragging her seven-year-old
Ron Willie by the baud.
The women were protesting because
their choir practice of "What Shall the
Harvest Be'" had been interrupted by
(he unrequested accompaniment of the
"hoochee coochee" from the nearby cir
cus band.
"It's scandalous!" Miss Perkins snap
ped. "Scandalous! And somebody
ought to slop it' She glanced about .
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at the closed doors, feeling that the
pastor was undoubtedly behind one of
thein when he ought to be out taking
actiou against the things that her soul
abominated.
"Well. I'm sure I've done nil that I ,
could, piped the widow, with n meek,
martyred air. She was always mar
tyred. She considered It an appropri
ate attitude for a widow. "Ho can't
blame me If the choir is out of key to
morrow." "Mercy me!" interrupted the spinster.
"If there isn't Julia Strong a leanlng
rlgut out ot that wiuuow a-iooKing ac
the circus, and her pa a deucon of the
church, and this tiie bouse of the past
tor! It's shocking! I must go to her."
"Ma, let me see, too," begged Willie
as he tugged at bis mother's skirts.
Mrs. Willoughby hesitated. Miss
Perkius was certainly taking a long
while for ber argument with Julia.
The glow from the red powder outside
the window was positively alarming.
"Dear me!" she said. "I wonder if
there can be a tire." And with this
pretext for investigation she, too.
Joined the little group at the window.
A few moments later, when Donglns
entered for a fresh supply of paper,
the backs of the company were to
ward him. He crossed to the study
table without disturbing his visitors
and smiled to himself at the -eager
way In which they were banging out
of the wludow.
Douglas waS a sturdy young man of
eight and twenty, frank and boyish in
manner, confident and light hearted In
spirit. He had seemed too young to
the deacons when he was appointed to
their church, and his keen enjoyment
of outdoor games and other healthful
sports robbed him ot a certain digulty
in their eyes. Some of the women of
the congregation bnd been inclined to
side with the deacons, for It hurt their
vanity that the pastor found so many
other interests when be might have
been sitting in dark, stuffy rooms dis
cussing theology with them, but Doug
las had been either unconscious of or
indifferent to their resentment and
bad gone on bis way with a cheery nod
and an unconquerable conviction of
right that had only left them flounder
ing. ' He Intended to quit the room
now unnoticed, but was unfortunate
enough to upset a chair as he turned
from the table. This brought a chorus I
of exclamations from the women, who,
chattering, rushed quickly toward him.
' "What do you think of my naughty
boy, Willie?" simpered the widow.
"He dragged me quite to the window."
Douglas glanced amusedly first at
the five foot six widow and then at
the helpless red haired urchin by her
side, but he made no comment beyond
offf-ring a chair to each of the women.
"Our choir practice had to be entire
ly discontinued," declared Miss Per
kins sourly as she accepted the prof
fered chair, adjusted her skirts for a
stay and glanced defiantly at the par
son, who bad dutifully seated himself
near the table.
"I am sure I have as true an ear as
anybody," whimpered the widow, with
an injured air. ' "But I defy any one
to lead 'What Shall the Harvest Ber
to an accompaniment like that" She
jerked her band In the direction of the
window. The band was again playing
the "hoochee coochee."
"Xevcr mind about the choir prac
tice," said Douglas, with a smile. "It
is soul, not skill, that our congregation
needs In its music. As for that music
out there, It is not without its compen
sations. ' Why, the small boys would
rather hear that band than the finest
church organ in the world."
"And the small boys would rather
see the circus than to hear you preach,
most likely," snapped Miss Perkins.
It was adding Insult to injury for him
to try to console her.
"Of course they would, and so would
some of the grownups If they'd only
tell the truth about it," said Douglas,
laughing.
"What!" exclaimed Miss Perkins.
"Why not?" asked Douglas. "I am
sure I don't know what they do inside
the tents, but the parade looked very
promising."
"The parade!" the two women ech
oed in one breath. "Did yon see the
parade?"
"Ves, Indeed," said Douglas enthusi
astically. "But it didn't compare with
the one I saw at the age of eight."
He turned his head to one side nnd
looked Into space with a reminiscent
smile. The widow's red haired boy
crept close to him. ,
"The Shetlnnd ponies seemed as
small as mice," be continued dreamily,
"the elephants huge as mountains, the
great calHope wafted tuy soul to the
very skies, and I followed that parade
right Into the circus lot."
"Did you seed Inside de tent?" Wil
lie asked eagerly,
"1 didn't have enough money for
that," Douglas answered frankly. Ho
turned to the sinnll boy nud pinched
his ear: There was sad dlsnppolut-
lit the !ouit7 pastor's arm teas a uhlU,
spangkd burden of humanity. ,
incnt In the youngster's face, but he
brightened again when the parson con
fessed that he "peeped."
"A parson peeping!" cried the thin
lipped Miss Perkins.
"I was not a parson then," corrected
Douglas good naturedly.
"You were going to be," persisted
the spiuster.
"I had to be a boy first In spite of
that fact."
The sudden appearance of Hasty
proved a diversion, no was looking
very sheepish.
"Hyar be is, Mars John; look at
him!" said Mandy.
"Hasty, where have you been all
day?" demanded Douglas severely.
Hasty fumbled with his bat and
sparred for time. "Did yo' say wbar's
I been, sab?'
"Dat's what he done nst yo'," Mandy
prompted threateningly.
"I bin 'ceived. Mars John," declared
Hasty solemnly. Mandy snorted in
credulously. Douglas waited.
"A geminen in de circus done tole
me dls mawnln' dat ef I carry water
fo' de el'phants he'll let me in de cir
cus fo' nuffin', an' I make a Agreement
wid him. Mars John, did yo' ebbcr
seed an el'phant drink?" he asked,
rolling his eyes. John shook bis head.
"Well, sah, he jes' put dat trunk a
hls'n Into de pall Jes' once an' swish
water gone."
Douglas laughed, and Mandy mut
tered sullenly.
"Well, sah." continued Hasty, "I tote
water fo' dem el'pbniils nil day long,
an' when I cum rouu' to see de circus
de gemmen won't let mo In. An' when
I try to crawl under de tent dey pulls
me out by de lnlgs an' bents me." He
looked from one to the other, expect
ing sympathy.
"Sarvcs you right." was Mandy's
unfeeling reply, "if yo's so anxious to
be a-totin' water, jes' yo' come along
outside and tote some fo' Mandy."
"I can't do no mo' cnrryln', Mandy."
protested nasty. "I's hurted In insih
arm."
"What hurt yo'?"
"Tiger."
"A tiger?" exclaimed the women In
unison.
(To bo continued.)
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