The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1904-11-25
applause that had rewarded M.ubI

during the time they were out, some
OF the employees Of the circus began
working on trapeze that hung high
up above our heads. Ropes were
pulled, bars were raised in position,
and when the sustaining and guy
ropes were made fast, there were two
fixed horizontal bars, with a flying
trapeze between them.
Suddenly q hush came over the
audience as girl appeared and
walked to q spot directly under the
trapeze.
Nita Barlotti was, without doubt
the most beautiful girl who had ever
appeared before New York public.
Her features were matchless. She
had q wealth Of dark.brown hair,
which was tightly drawn into a knot
so that 1t would not interfere with her
In her performances on the bar. Her
face was perfect in it's contour, and
every feature was a poem. And vet
1t seemed to me that she looked sac
| -woefully sad-not like one who en-.
joyed the triumph Of successful ap
pearance, but like one who wa
ashamed, or who loathed the part she
played, or to whom some great sor
row or bitterness had come that had
driven all the brightness from he,
life.
The trapeze queen drew herself onto
one Of the bars and hung lightly ir
mid-air, head downwards, with no sup
port bu. her toes. Then she swung tc
and fro, and letting 60 from the bar
she seemed to soar through the air
and chung to the flying or swinging
trapeze. On this she gave a marvel
GUS exhibition of her fearlessness and
wonderful sill, in all of which he,
writing white muscles shone and
every beauty Of her form seemed t.
display to advantage.
The audience watched her in breath
less silence, and when at last she had
finished, there arose an uproar the
like of which was never heard before
in Madison Square Garden.
There were two men In that
audience who were evidently much in
terested in the queen of the flying
trapeze. had seen Maubikeck, the
Lion Tanner, clad in ordinary evening
dress, looking like a handsome pow
erful man of the world, standing near
the ropes, watching the beautiful aero
bat narrowly. There was smile of
encouragement on. his face, and he
was among the first in the applause.
Then, as Nita reached the ground, a
tall, black-bearded, mean-looking Ital-
ian forced himself through the group
Of attendants, and taking the GIRL
hand in his, led her away from our
sight.
And I noticed that, although her
countenance was dead to us-dead to
the tremendous applause and greeting
she had won from the people-when
she passed Maubikeck 1t was to him
that her beautiful head was bowed,
and one bright, fleeting smile showed
itself on her lips when her eyes looked
into his.
The next act fell fiat, and as neither
Maubikeck nor Barlotti was billed to
appear q second time, we soon lost
interest, and before the crowd began
to get restless, we left the Garden and
went home.
Don't forget Graviscourt's stag to.
morrow evening"" said the major, as
was leaving him. "You will be there,
suppose"
|, "Hang Graviecourt!" replied. Eyes,
will be there, If for no other reason
than to show the fellow am still alive
and in the arena"
"Good!" said the major. "And good.
night"
"Graviscourt's genius for entertain.
ing is indisputable," said the major,
on the following evening, as he. Dill.
kins and I sat together, among score
of more kindred spirits, all forming an
appreciative audience at Graviscourt's
stag" entertainment.
"True," I replied, with tinge Of
malice. zone almost forgets who his
host is, with so much to amuse."
The program was a sort Of vaude.
vile. There were songs, skirt dances,
comic sketches by more or less ia.
nous artists in their line, and the time
was so well filled and passed so pleas
antly that the hours glided by almost
imperceptibly.
Dilkins, with his usual curiosity and
push, was rummaging around in some
cabinets he had succeeded in opening,
and he suddenly electrified us all by
exclaiming:
"By Jove! Dick! Major! Look Mt
this!"
The major, Graviscourt and !
reached him at the same moment.
"By Heaven! That facet" he cried.
thrusting a photograph into the ma
jor's hand.
"That is likeness Of Alice Gravis-
court, my brothers wife, taken some
four years before she died." said our
host, calmly.
els it?" ..lmost shouted Dilkins. III
It isn't the Queen of the Flying Trap.
eye, I'm Dutchman!"
"what do you mean?" asked Gravis-