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By Victor Redcliffe
(Copyright by W: G. Chapman.)
"Get out!" suggested Doc Adrons,
manager of the World's Circus.
"All right," nodded Cy Bartels, cir
cus juggler, in a desolate tone, but
"And stay out!" added Adrons.
"Just as you say," murmured Cy,
He picked up the light shallow box
that contained his trick parapherna
lia and uttered a deep sigh.
Doc Adrons surveyed his dis
charged employe seriously. He liked
the fellow. Everybody about the
show did that, but
"nrriprs vnn see." explained Ad
rons in a fairly apologetic tone. "The
owner of the show has given strict
rules. One of them is to fire the first
man who goes on tipsy in his act.
"I made the audience laugh, didn't
I?" challenged Cy.
"The clown is hired to do that, not
"Change places, then," submitted
Cy. "Won't do? All right. I did
break out last night, for a fact. First
time in six months, though."
"Yes, and suppose that lighted
lamp you balance on your head hap
pened to slip! No," insisted Adrons
decisively, "you'll have to go."
"Sorry," remarked Cy. "It's all
right, though. Sort of tired of the old
routine. Always thought I was made
to do some good in the world. I'll try
it out now. I can amuse people, if
nothing else. Good-by."
Cy Bartels slung the straps of his
juggling kit over his shoulder and
started off from the great flaring
white circus tent with a cheery whis
tle. "It's like beginning life all over
again," he soliloquized, "only I've got
month's salary in my pocket. Ho,
road nd adventure! Wish I
-idering minstrel. Aha!
it . ,. uine one."
Open-hearted Cy paused to look up
into a tree and drink in the wild,
sweet melody of a red-breasted rob
in, perched on a high limb. He had
not been always a circus juggler.
Once he had been a prime violinist
and had led an orchestra. Then he
had drifted into the juggling art. The
irresponsible life of the circus just
He halted next to pet a stray dog.
Then he gave a dime to a violently
weeping urchin who had stubbed his
Come Right In."
toe till the blood came. Passing a
garden Cy noted that a children's
party was in progress. He loved the
little ones. Ten minutes later he was
the center of wondering juvenile eyes,
watching his marvelous tricks ' of
magic. A further tramp took him be
yond the limits of the town. He came
across a picnic party, offered to play
for dancing on his violin, refused pay;
but an agreeable lunch was forced on
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