Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-08-20
AMONG THE FREAKS.
TCoryrirht. 1SQ5

thing, and the lato rising residents in the small summer city on the beach said to one another as they awoke. gasping and perspiring: ''Whew! Isn't this going to be scorcher?" The prospect made them Jubllant for in such weather the money spending excursionists came by tens of thousands. Only one, in q mild way, privately venturrd to complain. That one was little Mir. Badger, proprietor of the Worlds Greatest Museum of Natural and Unnatural Wonders, the most prcten- tious structure on the beach outside the big hotels.
 "If this keeps on" he grumbled, "I'n have to show these waxcs under an ice water drip, like stiffs in morguc to hold them in any sort of shape. It's just sean. dalous how they're losing their features Queen Nic's left eyebrow has run down on to her check, BismarckS big nose is stuck to his lower lip, Grover is whoppcr- jawc,i, Kaiser Wilhclm's chin is melted to q point, and did anybody ever sec such q sickly gang ;s them twelve apustl les? Johns just lump. He won't do any longer. I've got to pick out some back number rurGrror to take his place"
 The pretty girl prrchrd on the stuffed boa and mending a red satin slipper heard him, but said nothing, knowing he was only talking to himself. The fat woman waddlcd in, rantCd "GOod morning. and sat down on the fr,nt of the little stage to rest and fan herself. Hot weather" " she said lis good for b Isiness, l don't deny that, but it don need to be so internally hot. Nhucver it is gets up this summer fake ought to haVC some discretion"
 Presently the bearded lady came, whip ped off the veil she had to wear when out doors and expressed n wish she were polar bear cliOl biu4P he mort h nnli,
 You poor crrctur Lord knows pity you, sighed the fat woman sympathrtic- ally, "with all that mop of hair on your face!"
 "Ycs, it's pretty hot, " replied tho beard ed lady, but I should think your fat would be wnrSe."
 "Oh I'm just a soothing furnace, and what with chufcs and prickly heat my misrrics all summer long no tongue can tell. How do envy the Zulu his drrss!"
 "llis lack of il, you mran.' Well, have it that way. I'd just love to wear nothing but u smile this weather. and that x pretty near his limit.' claw! Miss Girth!" exclaimed the pretty girl, looking shocked. "IIaS ho come in yct:''
 "Hcs; he went through ten minutes ago"
 "Thrn ho must bo dead, with the heat | probably"
 "Gracious, Miss Girth! What make. you say so?' cried the bearded lady in q | tone of alarm.
 "BrcauSc he's uuirt."
 As that had been his cue, the Zulu, be | hind the wings one sila of tho little stage, proved himself very much alive by | giving vent to d diabolic yell that made | the mr!Srum shivcr. Tho fat woman | shrirk"d, and her start led mass of flesh | Quivrrcd like a lump of jelly. "Oh, " sEt | cried. You murtl:'ring beast, Will you | quit tliHl? Have you no regard for peoples | nrrvrs:"
 "Dnnt mind me, dear. Sure, I'm just | tuuin up my voice for the day wid tho battltcr;' of my trihc," shouted the howl CT in a rich Irish hrnguc, as he poked 6 | grinnin!: cnuntrnancc past n wing. Halt | of it WAS crlorod Nnlu; tho other half wa: still Aiilrsinn.
 | "Thal 's nnnsrnSr, replied the fat wom l an sharply. "For g0udnrss' sake, don't
 make such sounds when you don't have tC
 ill the WAY of business
 "lilr-1 your innocent soul, my unlimited | darlin. il e little you know of hiStrionic art l How ivrr huWld the mirror up to na l turt a~ l do in ny -randly realistic impcr l sonutiun "f t!,r uublr Zulu ii l didn t enter | into the spirit ,f t!lr part? When yell thai | Way, il makes Iilr feel like Zulu l. < as | much d uvcr-~lty for mr aS atin is for IOu l to keep 1l.r Vulumiuusity of charms that l scrunchra Lr RiHIard out of hay scales ant | mashcs the t.'?:tl,r heart of your devoted | admircr, Attt4Hushrc MasSoula Mbongp | kwr."
 | II do think you are the most rattle headed Iriehman ever knew ill the whole | course of my lifr, |" panttd the fat woman l C,ll hn n1 | she jumped und ehrirkcd again. 1 The rNcur~iunstS had commenced arriv | ing. The murmur of their voices and tn, | shuflle of their feet on the sandy board | walk outside the museum could be heard
 The days harvest was beginning.
 "Comc, ludirs!' cried Mir. Badger, on
 tering from his wurllroom with u new
 John the Baptist under his arm. You
 better be getting ready. Almost timo tc | open.
 | "Zubridr, the Light of the Harcm''-th, | pretty girl already mrntionrd-and th, | two "frralls disappeared behind the stag,
 wings, on the opposite side from the Zulu | who waS now howling a War song Gl | Garlic) diversified with bluOdcurdling ycll | that already began drawing Il crowd at tn, | door Mir. Badger dartrd to his wurkroon | and quickly emerged wearing a dress coa | and an ".\ln>ka diamond" brcastpin
 plaid trousers of very loud pattern and pat | ent leather shoes.
 | The Zulu. who sang a war song wen l through some violent manCuvrrS with aI
 aSs"gai and finally rhrWrd glass aS if h' | liked it, was a gr,tlt >uc,'"S%, bat tho sta | performer was I,Gn,lr. "a gruuipr Cir l raseian who rVr'Utrd q very fair Sllir | danes and Wi heartily aNplaudcd hy th, | spectators. MT Bal;."r hy the way. played | the plan" tur her dance with great vigur | She ran u1f the stage, smiling and hrrut h
 less, refusing an encore. Twenty skir | dances per diem she deemed enough with | out enCUrrs The fat woman and bearded | lady returned to the stage tn hold lovccS
 and, if poy>jhlr sell photographs. Groups
 gathered before them and wandered abou | looking at the 'curiuSitirs" on the walls. | suddenly q girls scream rang out be | hind the StHs'2, and a cry: MT. Badger
 Help,
 The versatile little manager found il
 Xohridc's drr> sing room an impudcnt | llaSny young man, who had unnbScrNcdl, | Snri, kCd in thrrc to force his acquaintance,
 on the "I.i@ht of the Hnrcm.'
 | She screamed. This fellow has insultCC
 mo Ind he won [ go away!'
 "Grt out If here at oncc You ough
 to be ashamed of yOursclf!' shouted th'
 little manager indignantly.
 | The young tough insulcntly drawled
 "Aw, what's dc matter wid you? I'll gC
 when get goodn ready. Sec?"
 Promptly Mir. Badger smotc him on tht
 nose and was in return instantly floorcd
 but the triumph of the wicked was short
 for tho fierce battle loving Zulu Cam'
 bounding across tho stage, asscgai in hand
 emitting yell so tlcnCishly fcrocious tha
 tle intruder, with a wild whonp of 'Mur
 der!" tiarted out Of doors and away dowl
 tue beach. J. II. CONNOLLY.