The Press., 1892-07-07


 "I beg your pardon, he said politely; "I was drowsy.. Anything going on?
 "No; he's stopped now answered. my eyes eagerly fixed on Waterer.
 The rajah arose from his seat with a yawn. .sThere'll be nothing more to- night" he said: let's go home."
 "ao home. lnanl-with that before our eyes2"
 The rajah shrugged his shoulders. '.She won't do anything more, !" he repeated. ssLook at her; she's quite done up."
 And, indeed, the Loadstone looked half dead as she gazed fearfully up at of a triumphant performer.
 "Do sit down. urged: i've must see the end of it"
 With a weary sigh the rajah sat down, saying, I'm not sure you will, you know"
 While we talked the audience grew impatient However wonderful feat may be the public likes to have things kept moving. They thought Waterer had been in the air long enough, and there were cries of ssThat'll do! Let him downw ..Give us another!"
 The manager held busy conference with the Loadstone. He seemed to urge her, but she shook her head again and again and would do nothing but lie back in chair and pass her hand to ands fro over her head. The rajah looked at her with slight smile. The clamor in creased. 1 think sort of panic-an an gry panic-seized the audience.
 sBring him down! Bring him downr they cried. pointing to the pallid Wa terer, who sat as rigid as trussed fowl.
 After another despairing appeal to the Loadstone, the manager came forward and made lame speech. The Load stone was exhausted with her unpar- alleled exertions. She must rest; pres ently she would bring him down. Then Waterer's friends arose and ascended the platform. They walked about. they stood on one another's shoulders; they made it clear that no cords held Water CT. A step ladder was called for and brought. Placed on sturdy table, it just enabled a man to reach Waterer's feet. One mounted amid intense ex- citement. Turning to the rajah. ex- Claimed, HOOK!
 He was asleep again, and the Load stone stood stiff1y upright, beckoning toward Waterer. Slowly and gradually he descended, leaving the man on the ladder grasping at empty air till he sat again on his seat. The applause burst out and the Loadstone sank back in a faint on the floor. The rajah awoke and the manager dropped the curtain, hiding the Loadstone. Waterer and his friends from our view.
 ''Give me your arm," said the rajah, ''I am tired" escorted him to cab and we drove home.
 The Loadstone gave no performance the next evening: she was too fatigued; and Waterer was absent from the boat and from the sight of men two days. When he reappeared he made no refer ence to his friend, the conjurer He slunk about the college grounds looking very pale and upset. I met him once. when was with the rajah, on our way to lecture. The rajah smiled urbanely at Waterer, and said to me. when he had passed:
 ''It's such rude thing to call gen. tleman 8 nigger, isn't its''
 Waterer has not done it again. And the Loadstone never did that trick again. She took the twenty-five pounds, though. The manager called on Waterer and asked for Q check. think that incident pleased the rajah most of all.
 ''It is ready utilization of the unex- pected." he remarked, which does our friend much credit" ."-St. James Ga. zette.