, 1892-03-01

Il beg your pardon" he said politely;
81 was drowsy. Anything going on2'
mo; he's stopped now" l answered
my eyes eagerly fixed on Waterer.
The rajah arose from his seat with a
yawn. ''Theren be nothing more to-
night" he said; ''let's go home"
"Go home, mani-with that before ou1
eyesg'
won't do anything more" he repeated.
Look at her; she's quite done up"
And, indeed, the Loadstone looked
half dead as she gazed f~earfully up at
Waterer, Her demeanor was not that
of a triumphant performer.
"Do sit down." | urged; I'VE must SET
the end Of it"
With a weary sigh the rajah satdown.
saying, I'm not sure you will, you
know
While we talked the audience grew
impatient. However wonderful q feat
may be the public likes to nave things
kept moving. They thought Waterel
had been in the air long enough, and
there were cries of 'Thatn dol Let him
DOWN." Give US anotherr"
The manager held a 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 a chair and pass her hand to and fri
over her head. The rajah looked at he,
with a slight smile. The clamor in.
creased. l think a sort of panic-an an.
CRY panic-seized the audience.
Bring him DOWN. Bring him DOWN.
they cried, pointing to the pallid Wa
terer, who sat as rigid as a trussed fowl.
After another despairing appeal to the
Loadstone, the manager came forward
and made a lame speech. The Load.
stone was exhausted with her unpar.
alleled exertions. She must rest; pres
emily she would bring him down. Then
Waterer's friends arose Inc assembled
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 a sturdy table, il
just enabled q man to reach Waterer's
feet. One mounted amid intense ex.
citement. Turning to the rajah, l ex.
claimed, "Looki'
He was asleep again, and the Load.
stone stood stifny upright, b%eckoning
tOWdIu WdOcIeI. olOWly anu BTduudll1
he descended, leaving the man on the
ladder grasping at empty air till he sat
again on his seat. The applause burst
out n 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,
n am tired" | escorted him to a cab
and we drove home.
The Loadstone gave no performance
the next evening; she was toe fatigued,
and Waterer was absent from the boat
and from the sight of men two days.
When he r~eappeared he made no refer
ence to his friend, the conjurer. He
skunk about the college grounds looking
very pale and upset. | 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:
Its such a rude thing to call a gen
tleman a Niger, isn't it?'
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 a check. | think that incident
pleased the rajah most of all.
ut is a ready utilization Of the unex.
pected," he remarked, (which does oui
friend much credit. st. James Ga
Zette.