on his face, his eyes twinkling with merriment. It was a good
act that could draw from James Sparling these signs of approval.

The act was nearing its close.

The audience thought they had seen the best of it. But there was
still a surprise to come--a surprise that they did not even dream
of.

The time was at hand for the elephants to rear in a grand finale.
An attendant quietly led Jupiter from the ring and to his
quarters, Emperor making a circuit of the sawdust arena to cover
the going of the other elephant and that there might be no
cessation of action in the exhibition.

Emperor and his trainer finally halted, standing facing the
reserved seats, as motionless as statues.

The audience sat silent and expectant. They felt that something
still was before them, but what they had not the least idea, of
course.

"Up, Emperor!" commanded Mr. Kennedy in a quiet voice. "All
ready, Phil."

The elephant reared slowly on its hind legs, going higher and
higher, as it did in its regular performance.

As he went up, the bonnet on Emperor's head was seen to take on
sudden life. The old calico gown fell away from the huge beast