Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 124, No. 2 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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Sd : * at P. © ¢@, " A CIRCUS are a much bigger man than—vwell, than just a player of impossible jokes.” | ‘“T’m gonna make good, Miss Mirabelle. Mr. Benson’s backing me; them circus peo- ple répect mie—” A warning whistle orompted Zach to act impulsively. He grasped both her little hands in his strong grip. “ And most of all, I’m gonna make you respect me, Miss Mirabelle. I’m no know!- edge-block, but I'll learn. And I’m gonna see you again, Miss Mirabelle—” His brown eyes searched the blue of hers eager- ly, longingly. He lifted her tenderly to the steps of the slowly moving coach. “T hope so; truly, I dd” she whispered. Then her little hand pressed his palm as she softly added: ‘“‘ I—I.am glad now that v v FOR MIRABELLE. 299 they called it Mirabelle’s Circus. I never thanked you for it, but I do; and I enjoyed it ever so much. Good-by—Zach}”’ In the flutter of waving farewells, Zach slipped over to his horse. For the first time in his life he saw visions while his eyes took in the misty outlines of the girl standing on the rear platform of the speed- ing coach. And then she was gone from his sight. Zach fervently touched his lips to the palm which her little hand had pressed so softly. He sprang into the saddle, keenly alert, fired with a great ambition. ‘“ Mirabelle’s Circus!” he exclaimed. “She sed it, Pete, ol’ hoss—them very words. That’s prezactly what I aims to make that circus—mine: and Miss Mira- _belle’s!” ef | 0 LOVE’S TRESPASSER BY CYRIL EVERS YOUNG Cupid has a park that Is full of roses fair; Tl tell, but keep it dark that | You learned from me just where; For when at first I found it He seemed both mean and proud, And-put up signs around t— NO TRESPASSING ALLOWED! I hung about and hated The rascal for his sin; But once when I had waited A long time I got in. The place was fresh and fragrant As one could hope to see, And there was I, a vagrant, As happy as could be. It was the hour that closes The long, sweet summer day; I leaned above the roses, Arid, oh, how sweet were they! ‘Forgive me if I trespass,” ° I softly begged above, | | Then heard a whispered “ Yes” pass The rose-lips that I love! COMIC OOOKS. CO