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PAGE SIX THE EVENING HERALD. KLAMATH PALLS. OREGON Juno 13, 1934 OUT OUR WAY BY J. R. WILLIAMS OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY AHERN hu Beulah POYflfeR SL DM nr srewc. me CiJAl'TEIl IA QRADDALLY the circus lot took on the appearance of a nomad city. Banners were flying and teuti scattered about. Poanul and lemonade stands were erected. smaller tont boBldo the "big top' was converted Into dotens ot dress ing rooms. Nets were unfolded, tight ropoa, bars and rings wore clamped Into ploco with Infinite . care. As the paraphernalia for each act was produced the owner gave It minute Inspection. A loose screw or a ropo missing might mean death or permanent Injury Animals were fed and watered. Donna, following her unvarying custom, went to the dressing room he shared with Madeline and two others, and laid out her wardrobe. Then she slipped Into cotton tights and a sweater and crossed to the big tent. For an hour she "lim bered up." Hand springs, 'cats backs," and somorsaults left ber warm and glowing and certain ot ber strength. Upon her agility de pended ber own life and Madeline's. Donna was utterly without fear for herself but more than once the other girl's reckless Instability had struck terror In her heart, causing her to wonder If she had been wise In her choice of a partner. Madeline bad proven strong, sup ple and tearless. After a year of minor vaudeville houses, she was ready tor circus life. She would never be the acrobat Donna was. for Donna's muscles had been trained from babyhood, but Made line gave satisfaction In all that was required of her. Donna, still crushed with grief and without curiosity, had asked tew questions of her partner and It was not on- ' til they had been together almost three years that Madeline eon tessed she bad run away from her home and that the story she had told ot long experience In the the ater was untrue. - Five years had passed since the girls' first meeting. As Donna left the tent that morning she was cer tain that another five years would not see them together. In spite of ber warning she saw Madeline standing In the bright sunllght-ln close conversation with Ned Traf- ford, the boss canvasman. 'There's no excuse for it," Don na muttered angrily. "She doesn't care anything about him. It just flatters her to have a big brute like Trafford In love with her. Shell cut ont the philandering or I'll speak to Renfroe." Already the band was tuning up. the calliope steaming and In posi tion for the parade. Donna hurried ly dressed in the crimson velvet riding habit that was ber parade costume, and took her. place on a snowy mare in the cavalcade. AS she bent to pat the sleek coat ot the animal Madeline called slip of paper and said, "Read it when yon get a chance." , Donna glanced at the written page. "Dear Madeline," she read in a wavering, uncertain scrawl, "I see by what yon have written me that yon will be In Lebanon Sat urday. Surely the circus does not give performances on Sunday and you will be free on the Lord's day. It's been five years since I've seen you, and my heart aches to hear your voice again. It I send Bill Siddal to town for you won't you come out to visit us? I'm an old man and I'm a lot more feeble than when you left home. Maybe I won't be here another year. I won't say anything about what has hap pened nor anything to rile yon if you'll come, but you're my closest kin and when one Is as old as I am he wants to be close to the ones lie loves. Your Grandfather." There was no opportunity to dls feuB3 the lotto.' until at luncheon two hours later. Then Donna asked, "What are you going to do about It?" "I don't know. What would you do?" "Go, of course. I don't see how you can refuse!" Madeline's eyes narrowed and she studied Donna with a queer little smile on her lips. "Why don't you go?" "What?" "I mean it. Five years ago I was a count,? kid with my hair in pig tails. I don't look much like J did then not nearly as much as I do like you now. Granddad Is half-blind and be'd never kqow the difference. You might get a kick out of the farm and I'd be bored stiff. There isn't a neighbor that would recognize me and I've never seen this BUI Siddal he mentions. Bill's some sort of a second cousin who workn for Granddad. Do it, Donnal Let me write blm I'm com ing and you go In my place." "It's a temptation," Donna ad mitted. "I've never been on a farm or In a real home, for that matter. But it doesn't seem hon est." "Why not? I won't go. I'd be afraid Granddad might pull some tricks to keep me there. If he tried that with you you could tell blm the truth. If you don't do It I'll write him I can't come." "You mean that?" . "Absolutely." "His letter is sweet," Donna tniiaorl ha, avim anfl nnA l.m.l nous. "1 can't Imagine him doing anything jorrid." "You don't know him. Well?" i "I'll think about It," ' That night Madeline wrote the letter ot acceptance that was to ehanga the entire course of both girls' llros. TT was Saturday afternoon. A 1 braien sun boat with furious In tensity upon the milling throngs, pushing and shoving through lanes ot gray canvas, peanut stands, fly ing banners and wooden platforms where "barkers" announced wonders on view Inside. A young man, conspicuous be cause ot bis height and breadth ot boulder, strode with abashed de termination towards the smaller tent adjoining the "big top." Over one arm he carried his coat, In his other band he carried a straw sail or. In the sunlight bis thick dark hair, sunburnt like his lean, strong ly rugged face, glistened with Btrands of gold. Under shaggy black brows his shrewd gray eyes searched for the entrance to the tent. A tiny man In green tights, a huge black cigar in his mouth, was leaning against a stake beside an opening that served as a door. The young farmer hesitated, coughed and then, asked. "Can you er do you know "where I can find Miss Madeline Siddal?" The midget looked up at the new comer and shook his bead. "Never heard the name," he piped In a childish treble. "But gosh, 1 am stupid. I mean Madeline Gabriel." "Oh, one of the Gabriel Sisters) Yeah. She's Inside." "I want to see her. I've come from her Grandfather. Could I r, will you take me to her?" "No sir. I can't do that No vis itors allowed." "Well, can you tell her I'm here? Bill Siddal. She's expecting me. I won't keep her but a minute." "0. K." The tiny man disappeared Into the cavern of darkness. Bill waited five minutes, ten. He heard the blatant strains ot a brass band coming from the larger tent, and the clatter of horses' hoofs as they crossed the runway. The show must bare begun. sue a fooling the old man," he muttered angrily. "I told him she wouldn t come with me." He thrust nis hat on the back of his head Jammed bands In his Dockets and sianea away. A voice stayed him. 'Mr. Siddal!" TURNING, he saw her, framed by 1. A I , I .1 . uiub iuius vi canvas mat only served to accentuate her love- iiucbs. me oronze nair formed a gleaming aureole about her small, oval face, and the brown eyes were wide and frightened and beautiful. His granduncle had told him that Madeline was a pretty girl, bnt the years had turned mere prettlnesa into breath-taking beautr. No won. der she had rebelled at burying herself on the farm. She was glorious! "You are Bill Slddair Donna asked. Her voice was low-pitched and throaty. "Tea. And you're Madeline?" Under the coat of urease nalnt and rouge Donna felt the flush stain her cheeks. "Yes. I had to take part in the grand march or I'd have come sooner. I can't stay but a minute. Our act is third. you see." "Will you be free after that?" "Oh, no. I do an equestrian turn. bareback. And I work In the liv ing pictures, too." 'I thought you were a traneze performer?" 'I am, but we all double. We have to In a small circus.' And there's another ensemble at the fin ish." Could you er will yon hae supper with me tonlcht?" Why, yes I suppose so. I'll tell M Donna. She's the other halt of the act My sister. You know I'm supposed to have a sister, don't you?" "Your grandfather told me some thing about it" "I'll have to run now. You're seeing the show, aren't yon? All right Meet me here when It's over. If anyone gets fresh Just tell him you're my cousin. You are a sort of a cousin, aren't you?" He drew a deep breath. "Yes, a sort of a cousin. Second, I think." (To Be Continued) WHAT WOULD X THINK, IP YOU LAID OUT ON TH' PORCH LIKE THIS? WHY, I D THINK SOU HAD A LITTLE SENSE -INEAN HAD BRAINS ENOUGH TO BE COMFORTABLE,! 5TIDDM PUMB feNOU&H TO CARE WHUT PEOPLE THINK- 1 MEAN, BY THAT VOU'D BETTER STOP RIGHT THERE, OR EVEN yOU WON'T KNOW WHAT i YOU MEAN' I VOU'D BETTER STOP JL I RIGHT THERE, OR EVEN I t . 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