HELEN'S SOLUTION
Helen read the letter which Joe held out to her. It confirmed the news
the boy fish had given. The note was from the physician who had first
attended Benny in the circus tent, and stated that though originally it
was hoped an operation would prevent the youth from becoming
permanently deaf and dumb, such hope now had to be abandoned.
The physician went into the particulars of the case in writing to Joe,
who, it seemed, had left word that he wished to be informed as to
Benny's progress. It was his belief that the long continued practice of
Benny in staying under water had brought on a disease of the ears and
throat.
"I thought it would be comparatively easy to operate on him, or get
some surgeon better qualified than I to do it," wrote the hospital
doctor. "But, after a consultation, we have decided that it would be
dangerous, and so, as far as we can see, there is no hope for your
friend. He will not die--in fact, he is much stronger than he was--but
he will be unable to speak or hear. He will write you himself shortly,
he indicated to me. Just at present he is too down-hearted to do so."
"Poor fellow," murmured Helen, sympathetically, "I should think he
would be. Isn't it just perfectly terrible, Joe?"
"It certainly is hard luck!"
"Can't anything be done?"
"I don't see what," was the moody answer. "I was planning to--oh, well,
no matter."
"Go on, tell me," Helen urged.
Joe shook his head.
"No. There isn't any use now," he said. "I--I can't do what I intended
to, that's all. Poor Benny."
"Yes; poor Benny," echoed Helen.
The sad news concerning the "human fish" soon spread among the circus
folk, and much sympathy was expressed for Benny Turton. A movement was
started to get up a purse for him, and a small sum was raised. Circus
performers do not get the big salaries which theatrical stars are
credited with, and, in addition, most of those with the Sampson
Brothers' Show had families to support. Then, too, the circus was not
one of the big ones. So, all told, not much was done for the youth in
the hospital.
Helen and Joe each wrote him a letter, encouraging him as much as they
could, but they both knew that the first sudden shock of hearing the
bad news must wear off from Benny's mind before he could begin to be
reconciled to it.
"Well, it isn't as bad as going blind," remarked Helen with a sigh.
"That would be too terrible! Benny can still have the pleasure of
reading and seeing things."
"Yes, his case might be worse," admitted Joe. He seemed in a thoughtful
mood, and more than once that evening Helen surprised him in a deep
study.
"What are you thinking of, Joe?" she finally asked.
"Oh, nothing--that is, nothing that seems to get me anywhere," he
answered.
But if the news from Benny was saddening, Joe had plenty of other
matters to make him rejoice, and the principal one was that the trained
seal was such a success in the tank act. For Lizzie certainly shared
the honors with Joe, and the boy fish was contemplating elaborating the
act. He thought of having the seal do a series of juggling and other
tricks on a platform near the tank, either before or after the
under-water work.
"But I guess we'd better wait until next season for that," said Jim
Tracy when Joe spoke of it. "You see every act is timed now to occupy
just so much of the programme. If I should give you more than twice the
time you now have I'd have to cut some one else, and no one would like
that."
"Oh, no, I wouldn't want that," Joe declared. As it was, there was
plenty of professional jealousy directed toward him, and he did not
want to arouse more by encroaching on the time of some other performer.
"I could cut out all of your trapeze work," went on the ring-master,
"but I don't want to do that. We haven't any too many good trapezists."
"Thanks," said Joe. "I wouldn't want to give up the bar and rope work,
either. I guess I'll wait until next season to give Lizzie a larger
part in the act."
Joe did not want to give up his trapeze work for several reasons, one
being that it kept him in trim for a certain hazy plan he had in mind.
Joe was a youth on whom great heights made no impression. He felt fully
as safe on the dizzy height of some church steeple as he did on the
ground.
There are some persons who have a morbid fear of looking down from any
great height, and who always refuse to ascend a high place or to look
down from the top of a tall building.
There is another class of people who are really made temporarily insane
when looking from a great height and have an almost irresistible
inclination to throw themselves down. There is a complicated medical
term which is applied to this disease, for a disease it is. Such
persons should never look down from great heights.
But, fortunately, Joe was not in this class. He did not in the least
mind climbing high up into the air, with even a frail support. And it
was his trapeze work that kept him in good trim for this sort of
daring, so Joe did not want to give it up.
The tank act, with Lizzie, the seal, in it, was made one of the big
features of the circus. Jim Tracy had new bills printed showing Joe and
Lizzie apparently having a fine time under water. The posters were
large and in gay colors, and Joe's name was featured, to the envy of
many others in the circus.
Not a few were the sneers cast at Joe on more than one occasion, when
he declined to take part in some jollification, and remarks were made
about his being a miser and a "tight-wad."
But Joe did not seem to care. He drew his salary regularly, and as he
was not known to gamble or to have other noticeably bad habits, there
was considerable speculation as to what he did with his money.
"He doesn't send any to his folks, for he hasn't any folks," said Tonzo
Lascalla. "He told me so. His foster father is well off, and doesn't
need any cash from Joe, and he hasn't any other relatives, except maybe
some in England he never heard of."
"Maybe he's saving to hire a lawyer to get his English fortune for
him," suggested Sid Lascalla.
"Maybe," agreed his partner.
But, as a matter of fact, Joe had about given up hope of ever hearing
anything favorable from England. His inquiries had come to naught,
though Bill Watson insisted that Janet Willoughby, which was Mrs.
Strong's name before her marriage, came from a wealthy and aristocratic
family.
The circus moved on from town to town, and Joe was more and more
satisfied with his purchase of the trained seal. Lizzie in the tank
with Joe was certainly an added attraction. The seal seemed to like the
under-water work as much as Joe did. She ate her fish as Joe ate his
bananas, and was a pretty sight as she cavorted around in the water
with the boy fish swimming by her side.
Joe took frequent rides on his motor-cycle, Helen often accompanying
him, and when one day he found he was able to stay under water for four
minutes and twenty seconds he ascribed his success to his swift riding
in the open air.
"I'll go after the world's record before the season is over," he said
to Helen.
"I hope you make it," she said.
"One thing bothers me, though," said Joe. "I can't use the goldfish in
the tank when I act with Lizzie. She'd do nothing but eat them. And
it's quite a bother to have to take the fish out every time just before
I let Lizzie go into the water. I could have two tanks, I suppose,
doing part of my act in one with the goldfish, and then changing to
another with the seal. But I have enough duffle to cart about as it is.
I don't want another big tank."
"No, it would be a nuisance," agreed Helen.
"I've tried and tried to think of a way to use the double act, but I
can't," Joe went on. "I took a couple of goldfish into the tank with
Lizzie and me one day, but she gobbled them up before I could turn
over. I didn't repeat that experiment."
Helen seemed to be thinking deeply. Suddenly she clapped her hands, her
eyes sparkled, and she cried:
"Oh, Joe! I believe I have it!"
"Have what?"
"The solution of your trouble. I think I know a way in which you can
use the goldfish and the seal in the same tank."
"How, by putting a muzzle on Lizzie?"
"No, but by using a tank with double glass sides. Let me show you what
I mean!"