Soon after this the young performers brought their performance to a close.
But the last trick—how was it performed? we hear some of our readers say.
It was very simple. When the curtains were closed Leo came forward and concealed himself under the table. He had a powerful magnet, and wherever he pushed the magnet under the table the bit of metal on top of the table was sure to follow.
Leo knew where the circles were to be placed, and made his movements accordingly. A swift motion at the finish dropped the metal into the little girl’s lap.
“I would like to see you,” said a gentleman at the close of the engagement. “I belong across the river about ten miles north of here. The folks are going to give a sociable, as we call it. I will give you twenty dollars if you can give us a first-class entertainment to last two hours.”
“We’ll try to suit you,” said the young gymnast, and the engagement was duly entered on a passbook he had purchased.
“We are getting famous!” cried Carl, when the mansion was left behind. “We are making money faster than we ever did with Nathan Wampole’s combination.”
“The trouble is, these snaps may not last, Carl. By the way, I wonder if Wampole will really succeed in getting our people together again.”
“He won’t get me. I am done with him.”
“So am I.”