Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-05-25

''you don't understand, hut oh, Pedro.
cant do it over again!" And the
holiday-m.nded 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 the band swung into it's rolling
"Heave-Ho;" again the\O 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. "She
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 I'M
conscious Babette, and Beppo answered
it's summons, springing mechanically
into the ring in revolt against this
throng of bloodsuckers who had beer
RECALLED by Babette's fall.
Signaling to them to stop their
clamor of applause, he raised his hand
"She's 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 ap-
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 a volley
of cheers. ;Tae merriment of the even
ing had reached its highest pitch, and
the audience vas 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!" fat boy
cried from the front seat: Whereupon
the audience seeing, as it supposed,
the point of Beppo's joke, laughed 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 spr1wling stunts to the edit
cation of the crowd, but Beppo's effort
at sadness was tremendously funny,
the people thought.
backward off the platform, and made
for the greenroom tent, but not before
the people had discovered him, and
arose to call him back. Three cheers
for Beppo!" rang above the general
clamor of stamping, whistling, and
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?" commended
the hayseed citizen.
'She must make lots Of money" the
foothill supervisor ruminated, his
fancy still clinging to the forlorn lit
tie figure he had known few years
before flying over the Timbuc' hills on
wild colts, and taking her ''licking'
for the offense while devising another
feat. But the spirits of the Junior
member had fallen out of step with the
times. The glitter and glory Of the
life that was Babies had turned her
own little nankeen existence into hit
terness. Some people get all the fun,
while others don't get any! The little
rebel in nankeen forgot that tue cir
Gus music sometimes stops.
"And now, ladies and gent.emen,"
the deep tones tried to say again; but
they could not I've heard. 'rhe gay
reality of the music, the SOUND of fly
ing hoofs, the uproar of the animals.
the wild applause drowned evs.y other
sound.
The crowds were calling for Babette.
mile. Babette, the One aud Only
Lady Somersault Rider in thu, World"
The band struck up the swinging
measures of Jackie Heave-Ho," while
Pedro and Queenie prickeo up their
ears at the familiar strains.
"Babette! Babette!" the crowds still
cried. The band played louder, and
the broadside hilarity rocked the tent.
"She's the winner!" the fat boy
shouted.
''She's all right" the mob echoed.
But, my God, she's gone!" cried
the poor painted fool behind his grim
ming mask-San Francisco Argonaut.
Wanted His Boat.
A man who resides at Peekskil1 and