The bareback rider was fearless and daring in her tricks and showed an unusual understanding of horses and the way to control them.
“Do you know what that girl can become? A wonderful instructor in a Riding Academy,” remarked one lady to another, as Miss Goldie rode out of the ring with applause sounding acceptably in her ears.
“Yes, but I should hate to have her become a circus actor, don’t you know,” replied the lady.
“That’s just why she should be taken in hand at once, to train her for something worthy before a third-rate circus troupe discovers her courage and ability.”
“Make a note of it and refer the matter to Mr. Talmage,” advised the lady, and it was written down on a small pad.
“We have a most remarkable treat in store, now, for our New York friends. You have never seen anything better at a dog show, nor at a Circus or Hippodrome,” called Uncle Ben.
“This is Crummie, the dog-hero that saved one of our Little Citizens from drowning a short time ago,” he added.
At mention of his name, Crummie ran out into the Ring. But what a different-looking Crummie from the dirty, matted-wool dog that won the medal for bravery the day of the picnic!
Uncle Ben had superintended the task of clipping him, so that he presented a distinctly aristocratic appearance. His main body had been shaven, leaving tawny patches of wool on ankles, neck and head. The tail, too, had a thick bunch of wool on its end and a ring of wool about the base. The long hair on his forehead was tied in a knot with a fancy ribbon.
“Crummie, salute the ladies!” said Uncle Ben.