The Portland daily press., 1892-02-19

81 beg your pardon" he said politely;
II was drowsy. Anything going on?"
"No; he's stopped now" answered.
my eyes eagerly fixed on Waterer.
The raiah arose from his seat with
yawn. "There'll be nothing more to-
night" he said; ''let's go home"
go home, man!-with that before our
eyes,
The rajah shrugged hisshoulders. 'sShe
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 fearfully up at
Waterer. Her demeanor was not that
of a triumphant performer.
.Do sit down." urged; I'VE must see
the end of it.
With weary sigh the rajah sat down,
saving, I'm not sure you will, you
know"
While we talked the audience grew
impatient. However wonderful a feat
may be the public likes to have things
kept moving. They thought Waterer
had been i'll the air long enough, and
there were cries of ''That'n do! Let him
down" "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 and fro
over her head. The rajah looked at her
with a slight smile. The clamor in
creased l think 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 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 and assembled
the platform. They walked about, they
stood on one another's shoulders; they
made it clear that no cords held Water
er. A step ladder was called for and
brought. Placed on sturdy table, it
Just enabled man to reach Waterer's
feet. One mounted amid intense ex-
citement. Turning to the rajah, ex-
claimed, "Look!'
He was asleep again, and the Load
stone stood stif1y upright, seckoning
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 awolie and
the manager dropped the curtain, hiding
the Loadstone, Waterer and his friends
from our view.
"Give me your arm" said the rajah,
Il 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
skunk about the college grounds looking
very pale and upset. met him once,
when 1 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 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 check. think that incident
pleased the rajah most of all.
st is ready utilization of the unex-
pected," he remarked, (which does our
friend much credit."-St. James Ga
zette.