Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1896-11-06

says e, "but yer won't allus ave it yer
own way" says e. "All ready Stand
by, Bracy," sings out tn stage man
ager "Right yer are, boss, says Bob,
lookin at me evillike. "Ting, tingr
goes tn bell Up rolls tn curtain. TIL
scene. a jungle, with ropes O big red
flowers a-climbin UP an 'anging from
tn great palms, cOccanuts an banana
trees. / must say as 'ow Bob 'ad fix,d
it fust rate
TIL band strikes up, an tn music
somehow gifts inter ones blood. With
Tommy hangin round my neck do a
lot o. turns an jumps all headers an fly
in leaps Then tn little munk, scream
in, falls headlong an on'y saves ITSELF
by catchin ontcr my tail. Lord, yer
should ear tn people stamp an rave an
Taught But one woman faints Then |
takes tn little un in me arms, an we
swings an swings, an gives i'm ba-
mana, an we chatter monkey fashion
chatter, chatter an e throws cocoa
nut, an l lodges. Then e bolts, an,
hidin behind tn flowers, polts me- An
in u regular rage an 'issin an shriekin,
does all my big flights an gifts off with
no end of applause.
TIL little munk pops out lis little
'ead an does is little act on lis little
trapcze. Then "checp, cheep," chat
ter, begins ter whimper an worry an
looks out fer poppa. But poppa amt
there Otis all part of tn play, yer
know, an e. leans over an over till all
tn mothers carts is in their mouths,
an they Odds on tight ter tn seats in
front on em. Els SIGH a little un.
yer see. ooh, Ell fall An e do fall
an catches with one hand, slips agin an
'angs by one foot TIL tiny arms is
stretched OUT tn tiny body swings TIL
baby munk chatters an jabbers with
fright.
Fer tn good Lords sake, somebody
catch 'iml" cries a woman's voice.
That's my cue. Bangl I'm shot up a
trap-shot up 90 feet in tn air. leap
an fly from bough to bough, TIL little
munk screams. | look up an see-what!
TIL baby munk swingin i'll tn air. an
there, among tn gas battens, is Bob
Bracy, is red, evil face all a-workin,
leanin ovcr-out o. tn fiies-a big,
shinin knife in is and My Cod he's
cuttin tn ropc--Tommy rope. shall
be too late. TIL strength goes out o.
me. Millions of lights is in me eyes.
There's red mist az smoke. TIL sea-
millions o. seas-is beatin in me ears
on me 'ead--beatin me back. Me breath
or | ai, 10 10
dim. l can't see. | am blind Me knees
tremble. | stretches out me arms, but
can't find tn ropes l try ter speak-no
sound. tries again--"Dcar God, ave
mercy-'is mother-oh, is mother -
Then sudden tn strength comes back.
l fly. Tommy falls. AS catches him
there's crash in tn orchestra. TIL
people scream. TIL rope parts, an
down, down inter depths unknown we
go-Tommy an me together.
Better, ole man." says voice.
Ere, drink irup deary." An a wom
an was holdin my cad, an l could
smell brandy.
open yer eyes. dadda. - l opened
en-. 1utIt d1 L lulLN, uItSstu lcI 20
'ome an is big red comforter round is
neck. There was Bob, with is right
'and tied up an lookin rather pale.
"Wot's the matter, mater" says l,
pointin to it.
"Oh, on a bit of II burn. Yer see, a
nipple 'ad fell out @ tn batten close ter
Tommy's rope, an tn scene caught.
cOuldn cut it away in time, so | as ter
tear it an got er bit scorched. But tn
little un's all right-ain't yer, Tom
my? Lord love i'm! I'd "a rather lose
both me arms than anythink should "a
happened ter Tommy-ter Mary's ba-
by" says e, a-pattin tn kids cad.
p Well, yer see, Bob's and wor wuss
than e thought-'e's bin "houter' at
tn 'ospital fer week. But it's our
weddin day termoTer, an Bob's accom-
in ter pick er bit o. grub with us. Give
us light, miss, will yer? My pipes
gone clean out Thank yer,
My missus cries W 'eu she thinks on it
says she's a-goin ter cut up is dinner
fer i'm an kiss i'm COS she was mis-
took an COS o. wot e did fer Tommy.
Emily Soldene i'll Chicago Tribune
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