When London Sleeps — page 23: what you’re looking at

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| ee ‘THE BOUNDING BROTHERS. : governor in the city, and ask for his old seat on He office stool again ?”’ The words were scarcely out of his mouth, when there came a loud crash from the ring, accompanied by a howl of pain. ‘This was immediately followed by hissings and hootings from the audience. “Good gracious!’’? exclaimed Mrs. Jones, turning pale. ‘‘What’s that?”? “T told you so!’ ejaculated her husband. ‘‘One of the Bounding Brothers of Breathless Space has come a cropper. & And he hurried forward to see what was the mat- . ter, but, before he could reach the entrance to the ring, a most pitiable object c came stumbling through the curtains. This object was a young man in acrobat’s dress, covered with dirt and bleeding profusely at the nose. And here it just occurs to us that we owe Mr. samuel Blythe an apology. In our enumeration of the talent attached to the Grand Cosmopolitan Cir- cus, we have entirely overlooked one, who, in his own opinion at least, was one of its shining lights, ' But it is not too late yet. ~He shall receive ample amends, ‘Mr. Samuel Blythe was eee Cee a junior clerk in an office in the city. In an evil hour, or a fortunate one, just as you choose to consider it, he went to Ramsgate to spend his holidays, and Signor Jonesio’s circus happened to be pitched just then at that famous seaside resort. Ofcourse Samuel, or, as he a was known to his intimates, Sammy, attended the comicbooks co