saw a sea of faces all lookiiiiz at me. I can imagine how a mur- 

 derer must feel when he is about to be han<j;e(l. "What in the 

 world have I done and what's the matter with them?" 1 thouji;ht. 

 At last the band quit and my poor Master, heaven forgive me, tried 

 to make me umlerstainl that he wanted me to do those things right 

 then and there that he had taught me before. I was so badly 

 scared that I forgot 1 was in the world. I must have looked like 

 an inspired idiot. My Master's face changed color so rapidly that 

 I feared he uas going to have a fit. Then I thought to myself, 

 "Here's a pretty how-de-do." I realized that I had to do some- 

 thing and do it (nn'ckly. So without really knowing what I was 

 going to do 1 reared upon my hinder legs, and in that attitude 

 walked across the platform to the band. Before this the crowd 

 was indifferent, skeptical and almost insulting in its remarks. Rut 

 ni\- coup (le grace caught them and they howled with delight. I 

 felt relieved. Aly stage fright was gone, and my Master having 

 pulled himself together began our exhibition. Every time I did 

 anything pleasing the vast throng roared with delight and my 

 Master was so unmistakably pleased that I redoubled my efforts to 

 ilo good acting. Oh ! how glad I was to hear them clap their 

 hands and shout when we concluded our stunt and the President of 

 the Fair leaped to the platform and roared: "This horse is the 

 Princess of Trickery." From that incident grew my name. Prin- 

 cess Trixie, and it has clung to me ever since and is known all 

 over the world 

 wherever the Eng- 

 lish language is 

 spoken. My Master 

 flung his arms about 

 my neck and hugged 

 me and I am not 

 just sure I did not 

 see a tear in his eyes 

 as he spoke to me so 

 kind and lovingl}-. 

 Hundreds came up 

 and petted me and 

 said, "What a smart 



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