Dimples sat down, and Phil, dropping lightly to the ground,
threw a kiss to the audience.
The spectators, fully appreciating what had been done, went
fairly wild in their enthusiasm.
Mr. Sparling was no less so. In his excitement he forgot time
and place and ran into the ring, where he threw an arm about
Phil Forrest, giving him a fatherly hug.
Dimples pouted prettily.
"That's what I call partiality," she complained.
Mr. Sparling promptly lifted her from the back of her horse,
and stood the blushing little performer on the sawdust by the
side of Phil.
How the spectators did applaud, many standing up in their seats
waving hats and handkerchiefs in their excitement and enthusiasm!
Mr. Sparling was always doing these little, intensely human
things, not with any idea of winning applause, but out of
sheer big-heartedness. They did much toward spreading the
reputation of the Sparling show and popularizing it as well.
"Ladies and gentlemen," announced the showman when quiet had once
more been restored, "you will pardon me for interrupting the
performance, but as the owner of the show I want to say a few
words on behalf of my star performers, Little Dimples and Master
Phil Forrest.
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