Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1909-01-21

pretty, and (for circus LADY, young,
and the dawn's ermine glow upon her
cheeks was quite as brilliant as could
be gotten anywhere for two shillings
the box.
Mademoiselle. trudging slowly in
the dust, might have seen the CLEAN of
the signor's blonde name and his en-
circling arm, had she chosen to raise
her eyes above the golden bar of the
band wagon. But she did not. Mile
Zingarella Hoolihan was vindictively
bordering how, when and where she
might, with most disastrous result
sever her majesty's corset strings
Also. she was wondering whether she
herself, by any possible means short
of a donkey-engine, could be gotten
into the riding-habit Of Nine. Jones,
the managers wife.
The very biggest circuses do not
come to Dawnsbrink, but 1t must not
be supposed that this was ten-cent
show. The price of the general ad-
mission was % cents, with reserved
seats one quarter mere, and. a fur
Their charge of ten cents, two nickels,
or one dime, for the concert after the
main show. There were two rings in
the big tent with a stage between
them. There were two bands under
contract never to play the same tune
at the same time, and steam calliope
whose notes at frequent intervals dur
ing the day woke all the echoes be-
hc
ish. In the menagerie, moreover, were
elephants, three of them, very melan-
choly looking and small, TO be sure,
but which would probably grow. In
deed, perhaps this was what the man.
ager was waiting for, suggested Tenny
Lynne that evening when the begin
ming Of the performance was 80 min
utes overdue. OF the riding-habit of
Nine. Jones, as of the corset-strings
pertaining to Rosina, queen Of the
slack wire-of unrequited love and
sacrifice propitiatory, of vengeance in
mysterious ways. Tenny was happily
oblivious.
Many fellows had cut recitations to
see the parade and to attend the mat
inee performance, but socially the
event of the day came off after sun
set Then on the circus grounds were
TO be seen townspeople, mucker and
patrician, members of the faculty, theo-
logues and academicians en- masse.
The fellows laid in vast supplies of
popcorn and peanuts. tested the ele-
plants with the conventional plug of
tobacco, visited all the side-shows and
the menagerie, and finally, when they
were about to take up collection for
the purpose of getting the bearded
lady shave, the performance began.
There is a pyrotechnical outburst of
melody from the two bands and Rosina
enters upon the sawdust wearing the
colors of the senior class. Wild cheers
and fervent encores reward her ma
jesty of the wire. Next appears
a deluded lady contortionist in the
crimson of rival academy Her gold
filled smile and venerable collar-bones
do not save her from obloquy and
scorn. She retires ANONYMOUSLY
pelted with popcorn. At length there
is startling discharge of small-arms
from the band-stand, crack of the
ringmaster's whip, and in the entrance
from the dressing-tent appears Mile.
Zingarella.
"Milly Zangarella - the Eques-
trienny," portentously declaims the
gentleman in evening clothes. "Milly
Zangarella-petite, pert and peerless
the little Zingarella!"
She wears the riding-habit of Nine.
Jones, and from between her shoulder
blades fiutters a veil of the collegiate
blue. Her face is flushed dull even
red from her collar to the fringe of her
sandy hair She clings TO the born
of the saddle, and the glare of her pale
eyes is fixed between the horses ears.
The band quickens its tempo and the
horse falls into the leaning canter of
the ring.
Hi! Ginger," shrieks a small boy
from the level of the canvas caves.
Viva la Ginger Ale!"
Three times three for Mile. Gin
ger!" A leader leaps down before his
fellows. Never touchdown received
ilOtu hduuChcu DltdCutT uOTe
throat-splitting cheer.
Again." Again the thunder of
leather lungs and brazen throats bel
lies the canvas sky.
Then in the midst Of the third cheer
a pause begins to spread like oil over
the surging voices. The band waivers,
and in final squall of the wind-instru.
ments the tune goes overheard. In a
turmoil of chords and discords the
other instruments lap indecisively
about its slump.
Seeing the saddle slowly turning and
the woman making no effort to save
herself, the crowd had supposed 1t
part of the feat: even when the wom-
ans head and shoulders had struck
against the ground, thrice rebounding,
they had been undecided.
The beating hoofs had crushed her
breast before the glrths broke and she
was flung still and torn against the cir
cling mound of fresh earth. A clown
caught the frightened horse and the
crowd began to flood down through the
ropas Several Of the ring hapdo