“So I have heard. She, too, was famous in her day. So you are an orphan. May I inquire with whom you live?”
Joe gave the details of his bringing up by his foster-parents. Professor Rosello was much interested, and asked many questions.
“Are you serious in wishing to adopt the profession, or calling, of a prestidigitator?” he asked.
“I certainly am!” answered Joe. “But I know Mr. and Mrs. Blackford will object to it. They are even ashamed to have folks know what my father and mother were.”
“A foolish pride!” murmured the professor. “There are as fine and noble men and women in the circus, or in any theatrical line, as in any other calling of life. It is hard that such a prejudice exists against them. I have met it myself.
“But, Joe—I am going to call you that, for I feel as if I had known you a long time. Joe, you realize, perhaps, that you will have to begin at the bottom of the ladder in this?”
“Yes,” Joe answered the question eagerly. “Oh, I don’t suppose I could start in now. I’ve got to work up to it gradually. It’s just my ambition, that’s all.”
“Well, I hope you succeed,” said the magician. “I wish I could help you. Perhaps I can, later. I will give you my card, with the names of the places where I shall be playing for the next month or two. If you find that you can begin this life, let me know, and I may find an opening for you with some of my friends.”
“Oh, I don’t imagine I can,” and Joe spoke hopelessly.
“Let me see your hands,” said the professor suddenly.