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Show page 45 "Get a gander at that purple pillow, son!" The pillox-7 rested snugly on a back counter in the Wheel 0' Fortune t e n t . It was vivid purple, x-zith the word Faith on i t , the l e t t e r s in gold at least six inches high. The tent attendant looked at the pillow and then at Granpa. "Howdy, Old Timer!" he shouted. " I t ' s carnival time, and if you're of the s p i r i t of carnival, y o u ' l l go home with treasure." Granpa edged closer to the tent, dragging me with him. "I t e l l you x$hat I'm gonna do, Old Timer," the showman announced, his voice caressing the crowd also, "I'm gonna let you give the wheel a turn for free." "For free?" asked Granpa. " I t ' s carnival time, Old Timer," the showman repeated. "And your pockets are bare cf winnings. I'm gonna put out two plugs of twist tobacco. You can win 'em both if you h i t the lucky number!" Granpa gave the wheel a half-strong spin. The x^heel moved f a s t , with a piece of celluloid dancing over i t s markers as it moved. Slowly i t began to stop. The piece of celluloid that indicated a xvinning selection s e t t l e d squarely on Granpa's number. "The gentleman wins!" the showman shouted, and patted Granpa on the back. Granpa pocketed the tobacco. He looked at the purple pillow. "I'm going to chance i t , son. I'm going to chance i t u n t i l I x«7in i t " he said. " I t ' s the touch of color I want. And i t has a mighty nice x^rd on i t ." |