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BEGIN HIRE TODAY
,?ANET HI LX brinies h(*r t:.germr nt !
ith ROLF C ARLYLE ' I
hai bcrr; going out with BETTY KEN
DALL. a society Kiri. Jane*, is secretary
to BRUCE HAMILTON. gdvertiMng man
ager of Every Home Magarine. and
Rolf u employed in an advertising office.
Janet Still is mu-h in love with Roil
and, though she trie*:, ran r.nt forget <
him Ore night on a ftrrt. car she meets j
JEFFREY GRANT, young engineer vho
lias resent;-, moved to the rooming 1
house where rhe live-
She doe-, not .see Grant acaln for some
time Then or. a stormv M *rch evening
she sail' down a .--.tree* that l '■ un
fan,; .ir and a.in', t lose* her
Coming hark, <hc a ehl.d crying
In a doorway. The little girl is ROSIE
SILVANI. Janet buys her a hot meat
aid sets eait afterward to take her home.
Thev are on a dark street when a
man ca'.'hes Janet's arm and demands
J.ef purse. Rone ‘.creams and *nd- j
denlv Jeff Grant appear'. Th holdup j
man runs and Grant taker, Jane: and ;
Rc.s-le to the little girl's home in hi' car. :
They talk to PAT SILVANI. Ifcle* ,
father, who has pe'-n >• .' '■! more for i
nea-lv two years. The family Is almost
destitute.
On the wav home Janet arm Jeffrey j
dc'tde to "a'opt" the flllvanis. TP PV
drive to the no.ne again Saturday after- j
jV-ff hav found t< mporarv work for Pat
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the rent so that'the family wu*l not be
V Coming home he eavs to Janet "I
wonder if you would do something for
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
She was so excited she could i
scarcely take time to order lunch. |
Could they drive out to the Silvani’s j
home tonight? It was something— j
the job—that had to be settled right!
away!
Finally Grant got the straight
o! it. Janet had told Bruce Ham
ilton about their “adopted family” j
• and hr* had been interested. Ham-!
ilton had made inquiries, carefully
and thoroughly in the Hamilton
manner.
One of the men who had been an
officer in the building corporation
employing Pat Silvani two years
before happened to be a member of
one of Hamilton's clubs. He knew
nothing of the workman, but knew
someone who did.
It, had taken very little efTort to
establish that Pat Silvani was a
skilled, intelligent w-orkman, that
lie was trustworthy and reliable.
Bruce Hamilton laughed about it.
"I had to do something for the fel
low,” he explained, “to get my secre
tary’s mind back on my affairs. She
hasn't been thinking or talking
about anvthi g else for a week!”
What Han on had done was to
find out that the Channing store
was about to hire another watch
man for their warehouse in the
block next to the Every Home of
flee.
It w*as a steady job, for which
the main requirements were honesty
and reliability. The pay would be
$22 50 a week and Pat Silvani could
have a chance at it if he would re
port to the employment office of
the store next day.
Jeffrey Grant heard all this en
thusiastically. “Why, sure!” he
exclaimed. “We can drive out
there after work and tell him about
it.
“Say, that's great! Swell of your
boss to take such an interest. I’ll
get the car and stop around at your
office for you—”
ana
IT was settled next day that Pat
Silvani was to have the job. He
went to work that very night. Pat's
voice choked up when he tried to
tell Janet how grateful he was.
Rose could stop going nights to
scrub. She’s need to be home with
the children and with $22.50 a week
—regularly—they’d get along fa
nlously.
In fact, the Silvanis seemed so
v*ell cared , for. so settled in their
new security that Janet and Jef
frey Grant might have had little
* reason to pay them another visit
soon, except for one thing. The
circus came to town. *
It was Jeffrey's idea, but Janet
instantly fell in with it. There
were to be two Saturday perform
ances—one in the afternoon and
one in the evening. They made all
the plans, even to consulting Mrs.
Silvani, before Tommy and Rosie
heard the news.
“Lord!” Jeffrey Grant said, “did
you ever see two kids so excited?
I thought Rosie’s eyes were going
to pop right out of her head!”
Janet laughed, “But she's never
seen a circus. Tommy has and he’s
told her so much about it I'm al
most afraid she'll be disappointed.”
But Rosie wasn't disappointed and
neither was Tommy, who found the
1 new circus even more miraculous
than the last. The day was excit
ing for the children from the mo
ment they arose in the morning un
til. exhausted, they fell asleep.
Rosie and Tommy were dressed in
their new clothes and waiting when
Grant stopped the car before the
door. It was a little crowded with
all four of them in the roadster, but
they managed it.
The ride in the automobile was a
treat, particularly for Tommy, who
po seldom left the house. The sight
bf the big tent sent Rosie into
squeals of rapture, and from then
cm the circus was an assured suc
cess.
They visited all the animals in
the menagerie. They saw the lions,
the elephants, the zebras and the
baby camel that let Rosie touch its
velvet nose.
The hippopotamus fascihated
Tommy and he scarcely could be
moved from before the big cage un
til Jeffrey mentioned that it was
time for the clowns to appear.
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THEN they wont into the big
tent and found their seats. It
was a typical circus, beginning
with the impressive pageantry of
a parade depicting a Roman emper
or's triumphant return from war.
Immediately afterward the three
t rings became alive with action.
There were prancing white horses
with beautifully plumed tails and
manes. Acrabats flew through
the air, diving from breath-taking
heights.
There were trained seals and a
dancing elephant and girls in slim
tights who rode bareback, leaping
through paper hoops, always to land
in safety, bowing and kissing their
hands to the audience.
There was the man who went into
a cage with twelve snarling lions
( and cowed them into performing.
’ All the while the band played and
the ringmaster cracked his whip
and boys wearing white caps went
wßiej,B^g^^p)s/
up and down the aisles shouting
“Popcorn and peanuts! Popcorn and
peanuts!”
Rosie and Tommy each had a
bag of popcorn and peanuts. Oh,
yes, it was a wonderful circus! It
was too bad when It was all over
at last, but even circuses must end.
Still there was one satisfaction for
Rosie and Tommy Silvani—there
was nothing on the entire lot that
they had missed.
The roadster made a return
journey to the Silvani home and
tiie children still were talking,
tired but exuberant, when Janet
and Jeffrey said good-night. Yes,
it had been a great circus. A
great day indeed!
Somehow it seemed perfectly
natural a little later for Janet to
find herself facing Jeffrey Grant
across a rose-shaded table in a
quiet dining room. Janet was
tired, but she was happy, too.
“I don’t know when I’ve had
such a good time,” she said. “It’s
been years since I’ve gone to a
circus.”
“Never miss them myself,”
Grant admitted. “I guess it's a
wealAiess!”
It was a little later that Janet,
leaning forward, said seriously.
“You know, one thing that has
impressed me so much about the
Silvani family is how fond they
all are of each other.
The way Mrs. Silvani talks about
Pat—and the children —and the
way he talks about them, too—!
Even with all the hardship they've
had they’re devoted to each other!”
Grant nodded. “Yes, I’ve no
ticed that,” he said. He raised his
eyes then and at the look in them
Janet's cheeks colored.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
WHEN JcfT spoke, the words
were not in the least what
Janet had expected. He said, “You
know I almost joined up with a
circus once. I was 16 and they were
going to give me a job with the
tent crew.
Lord, but I wanted to go! I told
my uncle about it and he said if
I’d stay at home and finish high
school he’d see that I got a job in
a circus then—providing I still
w*anted it. So i finally agreed.
“I still can remember ho.” I felt,
though, when the circus train pulled
out of town. Talk about disappoint
ments!”
Janet said, “It must have been
hard.”
“Hard? Say—nothing's ever struck
me harder. I have a theory that
the disappointments a kid gets about
some trivial matter are just as seri
ous for him as the way a grown
up feels about something really im
portant.”
He went on to tell Janet about
his childhood in the little town
where his uncle owned a hardware
store. Both his parents had died
while he was still too small to re
member them.
He had lived with his uncle and
his aunt until he was graduated
from high school. Then, instead of
joining another circus, he had de
cided to go to college to study en
gineering.
He had worked to earn part of his
expenses, borrowed the rest and paid
it back. For the last year now he
had been strictly “on his own.”
Janet told him about the little
town where she had lived, too. So
long ago it seemed since she had
left there and come to Lancaster!
She told him about her mother’s
death three years before. Janet had
been 8 years old w*hen her father
was killed in the war.
They lingered over the coffee and
dessert. The exchange of confi
dences seemed to establish a real
friendship.
When they finally rose to go, both
of them were laughing over a story
of Grant’s school days. Half an
hour later, tired but happy, Janet
said goodnignt.
She saw Jeffrey Grant half a
dozen times during the next week.
She went to dinner with him twice,
and once to the movies. She called
him “Jeff” now, just as naturally
as he called her Janet.
And she learned almost immedi
ately that Jeff Grant was not given
to making sentimental advances. If
she thought once or twice some
thing he said or the way he looked
at aer hinted at a deeper interest,
lie was sure to follow it with some
casual remark.
ana
HE was as different from Rolf
Carlyle as night from day. Rolf
had paid her pretty compliments
the second time he met her, had
given her to understand that he
was in love with her the third.
Jeff Grant, on the contrary,
talked about steel mills, the news
on the sport page, and funny
j things that happened at the office.
Mrs. Silvani nodded toward him
; and said to Janet one evening,
j “You're a lucky girl to have a
young man like that one!”
Janet protested. “Oh, but it
| isn't like that! We’re—were only
friends!”
Tlie older woman continued smil
ing. “Sure, I know! And you'll
make a fine couple, too. Oh, it’s a
fine thing to be young! Times have
been hard for us, of course, but I
can remember when Pat and I took
the prize for being the best dancers
at the St. Patrick’s day ball. We
used to dance every Saturday eve
ning—”
Thinking about it afterward,
Janet shrugged. What difference did
it make what Mrs. Silvani thought,
so long as Jeff Grant understood?
There were no sentimental notions
in Jeff Grant's mind. He wasn’t
that kind.
She was surprised the next eve
ning when he knocked at her door.
Janet opened it and said, “Oh—
j hello! Won't you come in?”
He had stopped at the door to
■ talk to her once or twice, but he
never had entered the apartment.
Now he came inside. Janet dropped
. into a chair and motioned him to
j ward one.
“There's something I thought may
! be you'd help me with,”. Grant said
hesitantly.
“All right. What is It?”
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