THE BOYS HEAR GOOD NEWS

"You never can guess it--you never can guess the news, Teddy," cried Phil Forrest, rushing into the gymnasium, his face flushed with excitement.

Teddy Tucker, clad in a pair of linen working trunks and a ragged, sleeveless shirt, both garments much the worse for their winter's wear, was lazily swinging a pair of Indian clubs.

"What is it, some kind of riddle, Phil?" he questioned, bringing the clubs down to his sides.

"Do be serious for a minute, won't you?"

"Me, serious? Why, I never cracked a smile.Isn't anything to smile at.Besides, do you know, since I've been in the circus business, every time I want to laugh I check myself so suddenly that it hurts?""How's that?"

"Because I think I've still got my makeup on and that I'll crack it if I laugh.""What, your face?"

"My face? No! My makeup.By the time I remember that I haven't any makeup on I've usually forgotten what it was I wanted to laugh about.Then I don't laugh."Teddy shied an Indian club at a rat that was scurrying across the far end of their gymnasium, missing him by half the width of the building.

"If you don't care, of course I shan't tell you.But it's good news, Teddy.You would say so if you knew it.""What news? Haven't heard anything that sounds like news," his eyes fixed on the hole into which the rat had disappeared.

"You can't guess where we are going this summer?""Going? Don't have to guess.I know," answered the lad with an emphasizing nod.

"Where do you think?"

"We're going out with the Great Sparling Combined Shows, of course.

Didn't we sign out for the season before we closed with the show last fall?""Yes, yes; but where?" urged Phil, showing him the letter he had just brought from the post office."You couldn't guess if you tried.""No.Never was a good guesser.That letter from Mr.Sparling?" he questioned, as his eyes caught the familiar red and gold heading used by the owner of the show.

"Yes."

"What's he want?"

"You know I wrote to him asking that we be allowed to skip the rehearsals before the show starts out, so that we could stay here and take our school examinations?"Teddy nodded.

"I'd rather join the show," he grumbled.

"Never did see anything about school to go crazy over.""You'll thank me someday for keeping you at it," said Phil."See how well you have done this winter with your school work.I'm proud of you.Why, Teddy, there are lots of the boys a long way behind you.They can't say circus boys don't know anything just because they perform in a circus ring.""H-m-m-m!" mused Teddy."You haven't told me yet where we are going this summer.What's the route?""Mr.Sparling says that, as we are going to continue our last year's acts this season, there will be no necessity for rehearsals."The announcement did not appear to have filled Teddy Tucker withjoy.

"We do the flying rings again, then?"

"Yes.And we shall be able to give a performance that will surpriseMr.Sparling.Our winter's practicing has done a lot for us, as has our winter at school.""Oh, I don't know."

"You probably will ride the educated mule again, while I expect to ride the elephant Emperor in the grand entry, as I did before.I'll be glad to get under the big top again, with the noise and the people, the music of theband and all that.Won't you, Teddy?" questioned Phil, his eyes glowing at the picture he had drawn.

Teddy heaved a deep sigh."Quit it!"

"Why?"

" 'Cause you make me think I'm there now." Phil laughed softly.

"I can see myself riding the educated mule this very minute, kicking up the dust of the ring, making everybody get out of the way, and--""And falling off," laughed Phil."You certainly are the most finished artist in the show when it comes to getting into trouble.""Yes; I seem to keep things going," grinned the lad.

"But I haven't told you all that Mr.Sparling says in the letter." "What else does he say?""That the show is to start from its winter quarters, just outside of Germantown, Pennsylvania, on April twenty-second--""Let's see; just two weeks from today," nodded Teddy."Yes.""I wish it was today."

"He says we are to report on the twenty-first, as the show leaves early in the evening.""Where do we show first?"

"Atlantic City.Then we take in the Jersey Coast towns--" "Do we go to New York?""New York? Oh, no! The show isn't big enough for New York quite yet, even if it is a railroad show now.We've got to grow some before that.Mighty few shows are large enough to warrant taking them into the big city.""How do you know?"

"All the show people say that."