an exciting adventure where Clara is shipped to New York to see her cousin and happens to walk into a diner where theres a strike being organised.
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where strike leader Jack Kelly finds himself infatuated with a journalist who comes from the p...
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"How about letting a pal know your alive!" Davy yelled from one of the small walkways high up behind the stage. "How many people know about this place!" Clara whispered to Jack as he laughed under his breath at the girl. The pair had just spent some time with the theatres owner Miss Medda,who quickly became one of Claras new favourite people. Davy raced down the stairs to greet his new friend, relived that he was safe but paused in his tracks when he saw his cousin, his face a picture of confusion "Clara what are you doing here?" He asked curiously glancing back and fourth between her and jack.
"Jesus Davy don't sound to exited to see me" she responded with heavy sarcasm
Davy brushed off the comment made by his cousin before continuing on with the pressing matter"where did you go Jack we couldn't find ya?"
"you ever think I didn't wanna be found?"
"You didn't do so great at hiding no offence" Clara intervened which only earned her a laugh from Davy and a stern death stare from jack. However, he still came over and to stand by her side. wrapping his arm around her waist slowly, making it less obvious to the peering eyes of davy
"Did you see the papes!" Davy suddenly shouted out of the blue running over and showing it to jack pointing at the large image imprinted on the front cover. "We made front page news -above the fold" he continued on ignoring any looks he got from an unimpressed jack who rested his head gently on top of Claras peering at the paper- Suddenly wanting nothing more than to be close to the girl.
"Oh yes. Above. the fold"
That last comment caused Clara to snigger under her breath as jack nudged her in the side playfully before returning to his painting of beautiful buildings and landscapes, that familiar twinkle of playfulness still in his eye. "good for you" Jack replied glumly turning to face the eager davy, just wanting to focus on his art work. Also his still growing feelings for the girl who stood only a few meters away.
"Everyone wants to meet the famous Jack Kelly! Even spot conlon sent over a kid to say next event you can count on Brooklyn, how bout that?"
"And we get stomped to the ground"
"Yeah they got us this time I'll grant you that but we took round one and with an article like Clara and katherine's our fight is far from over"
"It was a good story" jack nodded "but every newsie who could walk was out there sellin papes like usual"
"And I was right out there with them, if I don't sell papes my folks don't eat"
