The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1904-05-20

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81 wonder if she remembers how her |
pa ulster lick her. for catching up the |
colts" staggered another member.
81 guess them circus people just live
on popcorn and soda-water, and has
all the balloons they want" the Junior
member sighed, measuring Babies
short cut from wild horses to grandeur,
and planning disastrous future flights
for her own chubby limbs
Easy, Pedro, easy, old boy" Mile.
Babette whispered, STOPPING to pat his
flying name. Before her arose sea
of blurred and swaying faces-men
and women bending eagerly to witness
her peril, drunk with the excitement
of the desperate chances she was TAX
ing. Gently, old fellow she croOned;
''you don't understand, but oh, Pedro.
| can't do it over again!" And the
holiday-minded throng did not know
that the gayly bedizened arms, flung
out in wild appeal for help from some
unknown source, was not throwing the
customary kisses they had seen.
Again Iuc Udliu SN llllo Ito loiliiiJ
"Heave-Ho;" again the One and Only
refined in the two horses; again she
crouched, sprang, described her rose
hued semi-circle and lit, slipped, threw
out her arms-and fell.
On plunged the horses, not noticing
the loss of their light burden. Before
Beppo could leap over the ropes they
were back and almost upon the pros
trate little figure. Like a flash he
sprang between them, but even when
the ringmaster came up the curly head,
bound with it's gay flowers, did not
rise The spangled form lay limp in
the sawdust, and as Jim gathered her
up in his arms she did not answer HIS
careSS.
mile. Babette is not hurt" the ring
master fastened to announce. ''Shs
presents her compliments to her indul-
gent audience, and says she will re-
turn after the next act and do it bet
ter I have now the pleasure of pre-
senting to you one of the greatest
mirth-makers on this earth, Beppo
| The Famous Funny-Fellow will give
an exhibition of his company of fools
full of fun and frolic.'
"Beppo! Beppo!" chorus of voices
started up in anticipation of their
promised fun. The swinging platform
was Immediately thronged with merry
andrews. lined up for their quips and
jokes The crack of the ringmaster's
whip reached the little group of terror
stricken faces that hung over the UNI
conscious Babette, and Beppo answered
| it's summons, springing mechanically
into the ring in revolt against this
throng of bloodsuckers who had been
RECALLED by Babette's fall.
| Signaling to them to stop their
clamor of applause, he raised his hand.
'Shes dying!" he cried wildly; cant
you stop your noise!"
1t was Beppo, the funny man, who
turned his grinning mask toward them
and spoke The first outburst of APP
plause had not ceased sufficiently for
the import of his words to reach them,
but he was always funny, so the
crowds answered back with yolley
of cheers. The merriment of the even
ing had reached it's highest pitch and
the audience was in that happy frame
of mind, ready to laugh at anything
''Babette, she's dead, say!" Beppo's
anguished tones repeated.
Sure, she's a dead one!" a fat boy
cried from the front seat. Whereupon
the audience seeing, as it supposed
the point of Beppos joke, laughe ed up
roariously at this reference to the
riders failure, and the fun went on.
The other clowns took their cues
from each other, and did their tum'
bling and sprawling stunts to the edit
cation of the crowd, but Beppo's effor
at sadness was tremendously funny
the people thought.
At the end of the act, Beppo slit
backward off the platform, and made
for the greenroom tent, but not before
the people had discovered him, anC
arose to call him back. Three cheer:
for Beppo!' rang above the genera
clamor of stamping, whistling, ant
cat-calling. Bully old Beppo!" shout
ed the patronizing fat boy.
Peanuts! popcorn! lemonade!'
again shrilled through the audience.
WAL, now, them clowns is dread
fully funny, amt they?'' commende'
the hayseed citizen.
"She must make lots of money" tn
foothill supervisor ruminated, hi
fancy still clinging to the forlorn lit
tie figure he had known few year
, before flying over the Timbuc' hills OF
wild colts, and taking her Ticking
for the offense while devising anothe
feat But the spirits of the JUNO
member had fallen out of step with tn
, times. The glitter and glory OF tn
: life that was Babies had turned he
own little nankeen existence into bit
terness. Some people get all the fur
9 while others don't get any! The littl
= rebel in nankeen forgot that the Gil
3 Gus music sometimes stops.
8 "And now, ladies and gentlemen,
, the deep tones tried to say again; bu
they could not be heard. The ga
reality of the music, the sound OF fly
h ing hoofs, the uproar of the animals
$ the wild applause drowned every othe
+ sound.