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A TRIUMPHAL PROCESSION
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"Go on, and have some fun," he cried, grandly. "I could have got half a dozen for you, if you 'd only said something about it!"

And he looked offended and hurt at the thought of such an oversight on the part of the Preacher's son. This latter youth was already peering cautiously about him, to see if the coast was clear for swift and speedy escape.

"How—how did you ever get it, Lonely?" he gasped.

"Get it?—why, I always get 'em, when I want 'em! You 'll see me in with another this afternoon!" he boasted recklessly, with little thought for the future.

Then, as Lionel Clarence shook himself together. Lonely cautioned him to be sure to get his seat up close to the band, even calling after the other boy, as he began to scurry and scramble across back lots, that he himself might drop in and meet him there, sometime after the show started.

Alone, making his hot and dusty way out to the circus grounds, without his ticket and without money. Lonely experienced that chill-