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A CIRCUS ROMANCE
, By Elizabeth Schoen Cobb.
Prom a distance Marley, circus
xlown, worshiped the daring female
equestrienne, Glonar4t was no won
der. She was unlike any dainty-toed,
sylph-fashioned girl who had ever
wayed trippingly across the plat
.formed back of a trained ring steed.
There was none of the simpering
praise seeker in her smile, or of flam-
"Now, Then, I Want Your Story!"
ing audacity in her pose. She was
simply a lively, delighted girl, full of
vivacity and loving the sawdust at
mospehre because she had been
brought up in it, her father having
been a ringmaster for over a quarter
of a century.
"A new clown, eh?" he remarked to
the manager the day Marley appeared
to succeed the one invalidated.
"Yes, and a good one," was the re
sponse. "He will have to Jearn the
;cs but as to the face and voice,
oved. All the players knew
was that Marley had been an actor,
then a teacher in a school of mimicry.
Then the newcomer turned out to be
a mystery. He acted strange and un
social. One would almost guess he
was striving to hide himself from
somebody or something.
"He leaves the show and disap
pears, and you never see him on the
street," said Mr. Rice one day to the
"What matters, so he fills the bill
and draws the crowd?" retorted the
"Yes, he does that, all right," was
Then there happened something
that awoke both gratitude and un
easfiness in the old ringmaster. One
night, just as Gloria was rounding the
ring with tip-toe elegance, a gasqline
chandelier fell across the head of the
steed she rode.
The horse screamed, reared and
backed. Gloria sprang lightly to the
sawdust floor of the arena. A whirl
of the scattering flames, however, had
caught her light, gauzy dress.
A shriek of alarm rang from the
audience at this vivid picture of im
"She is doomed!"
"Save her oh, quick!"
The ringmaster stood petrified with
helpless dread. Others in the ring
moved forward, but stupidly gazed,
with no plan of aid or rescue. A quick
figure suddenly flew past dressing
room curtains. It was Marley.
His face was white as death, his
eyes glowed eager fire. He had torn
down a drapery in his mad rush. How
he did it, he himself could not tell
afterwards, but in a flash he had en
veloped that beloved form, extin
guished the flames and, Gloria, her
hair barely singed, bowed and smiled
to the audience, while Marley tottered
back out of view, face and' hands
seared and blistered.
But the audience would not have it
that way. They yelled and clapped
their hands and shouted until the
manager forced Marley into the ring;