When London Sleeps — page 25: what you’re looking at

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20 THE BOUNDING RROTHERS. haps tliis had something to do with her intercession, for no woman can help but take some interest, how- ever slight it may be, in the man whom she has inspired with a passionate admiration. However this may be, Jonesio, who could rarely refuse his daughter anything, at last consented and gave Sammy a position at a nominal salary. It is needless to say that pretty Carrie became more than ever the star of the foolish youth’s adora- tion. But, in the pursuit of the new profession he had adopted, things did not go well with him. He was physically unsuited to be an athlete, and now the first time he was called upon to take a part of any prominence owing to the illness of one of the per- formers, he had failed shamefully and ignominiously. ‘‘What’s all this??? exclaimed Jones, wrathfully, as Sammy entered the side tent. The dilapidated youth wiped the blood from his face, and answered dolefully: ‘‘Ask that miserable peanut merchant you sent me in with. Look at my nose!” ‘“My poor lad, did you tumble?’ asked Mrs, Jones, compassionately, her big heart making her forget all other consideration. “Tumble! That infernal hokey-pokey foreigner let me shoot through the air until I thought I should never reach earth again without seeing my latter end.’? ‘Poor boy! You are in a state! I’ll go and get you some warm water and sticking plaster. Now, don’t Eomicbooks CeCe) scold him too much, Bob!. Mind that!’ =