The suburban citizen., 1900-02-10

came in from the door, and took his
place beside "Snipey." The music
choked of on an unfinished bar.
"Now, gents" he said, 'just a mo-
ment vile tell yeh wat we got in.
side. got the finest show that ever
opened on the Bowery. First an
foremost, boys, we got the Filipino
warrior an viii man"-pointing from
the painting of a hairy oannibal pur-
sued by soldiers to the box in which
the invisible "Aguiualdo" steadied a
whirling head at the voice OF his tor.
mentor. HE was captured eighteen
miles from Manila, an brought to this
country, Jest ns yehll seem
there, by Signor Marches" pointing
to "Snipey." can L tell 'yeh, boys,
fer the trut', he's the ugliest an the
lowest species OF the human race that
ever breathed the pure an enlightened
air of this continent. Yeh'll seem in
all his native barbarity, the sulkiest
brute thatever eat pork sausage.
Women faints at sight Of him. But
yeh don't need to be afraid, boys.
He's -"
There was a snicker from the audi
ence. An indescribabe face had ap-
peared over the side of the packing
case. "Aguinaldo" had pushed back
his wig to cool his forehead, and the
brown of his complexion ended in
white line over his eyes. Yellow
ochre, blue tattooings, brown paint,
and the red of his bleeding nose had
run and mixed together in a mess OF
color on cheek and chin. He blinked
drunkenly ut the crowd, and drummed
on the wires of his cage with the
empty flask to stop the speech.
Eyer a liar" he said thickly.
A yell of laughter drowned the man.
agers furious oath. eyer liar an
a fakir," he said slowly, IAN yer show
amt worth any more than y are yer.
self-an' that's nuthin' but debts. IHe
owes me fer two weeks salary" he
explained TO the screaming public
IAN he's tryin' to bully me into quit.
tin SOS he won't have to pay me-"
For the moment the manager had
stood by, helplessly. But when he
heard the "Filipino" abuse the "hnest
show on the Bowery," and recognized
the malice of his attempt to frighten
away the full haul of gudgeon that was
coming into his net, he rushed upon
the cage with an agonized and en-
ragged Drunken fool" that lifted above
the storm of laughter like woman's
scream in a shipwreck. The object in
tho cage answered it with an inarticu.
late howl in the same pitch of voice,
and the mirth of the audience fol.
lowed in q screech The manager
grasped the wires aud shook them
furiouslY. "Aguinaldo" pounded his
fingers with the bottle, yelling like a
demon. Then, "Snipey," awakening
from a stupor of bewilderment, slipped
the fastening on the cage and threw
off the top. The shrill cry of 'the
warrior and wild man" was
choked in his throat by the
fingers of the raging manager. But
the "Fiipino" was no weakling. He
threw himself forward, pounding his
assailant. The cage came over with
him. The two men rolled together
on the platform, the painted demon
on top. "Snipey" jumped to the res
cue, and was wrapped up in a tangle
of arms and legs that kicked and
fought and tore the clothes of the
Mexican and the manager with fe-
rocity that would have shamed the
most determined Filipino that ever
fought. A mob, gathering in from
the street, howled and applauded.
Jenny" screamed and wept. The
ticket-office beauty turned pale around
her rouge, and the organ grinder and
the antiques from the Beauty Show
gazed over the. calico screen in mute
terror
TWAS wild minute before "Aguin-
aldo" was choked into belplessness,
carried bodily into the Hall of Illu-
sions and held face down, with "Sni-
pey" on his shoulders, until the man
ager cleared out the crowd. When a
slow policeman came up to the gaping
mob at the windows, he found tho
front door shut and all quiet within.
"Aguinaldo" was sleeping peacefully
on the floor, covered with a curtain
from the Turkish harem. "Snipey"
was sitting by the stove upstairs, sew
ing up the rents in his Mexican cos
tune. The manager was bathing his
face in the sink.
'What happened?" he said to the
officer. "Oh, another Filipino revolt.
An you bet I'm an anti.expansioner
hencefort' an forever more. Madge,"
he said to his wife, "get that feller's
money ready. He gets his autonomy
tO-night. New York Post.
A GIrnrr-n N I'm,