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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Rose in the Ring"

No, Christine, my
father is not dead. Be patient, my darling; I will tell you all there
is to tell."
"To-night?" half whispered Christine, dropping David's arm, moved by
the horrid fear that there was some dark secret in her life which was
to put a barrier between him and her forever.
"Yes, my dear."

CHAPTER X
LOVE WINGS A TIMID DART
The circus encountered vile weather from that time on. Day after day,
night after night, during the last two weeks in June, there was rain,
with raw winds that chilled and depressed the strollers. The route of
the show ran through the Ohio River valley, ordinarily a profitable
territory at that time of the year. July would see the show well
started for the northern circuit, where the floods were less
troublesome and the weather bade fair to turn favorable. So bad were
the floods in one particular region that the concern was obliged to
cancel dates in three towns, lying idle in a God-forsaken river-place
for two wretched days and traveling as if pursued by devils on the
third. The horses, overworked and half starved, obtained a much-needed
rest.
Performers and employees alike grew taciturn and absorbed in
speculation as to the immediate future.


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