Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
He might have astonished more sophisticated spectators. Instead of
wearing the ordinary evening dress or the costume of the Japanese or
Hindoo, according to the usual wont of conjurers, he was clad in a blue
flannel shirt and a black-and-red blazer, and his blue knickerbockers
and long blue hose on his muscular legs impressed the mountaineers as
a ballet costume might have done, could they have conceived of such
attenuations of attire. A russet leather belt was drawn tightly around
his slender waist, and they gazed at him from the tip of his dark
sleek red-brown hair, carefully parted in the middle, to the toes of
his pointed russet shoes with an amazement which his best feat might
fail to elicit. His air of deep respect reassured them in a measure,
for they could not gauge the covert banter in his tone and the mockery
in his eyes as his sonorous “Ladies and gentlemen” rang forth in
the little building. And there was something more in his eyes--of
reddish-brown tint like his hair--that the mockery and banter could
not hide; for these were transient, and the other--a thought with a
fang. It might have been anxiety, remorse, turmoil of mind, fear,--one
might hardly say,--plainly to be seen, yet not discerned. Below his
eyes, above his cheekbones, that showed their contour, for his face
was thin, were deep blue circles, and that unmistakable look of one
who has received some serious sudden shock. But the spirit of the
occasion was paramount now, and he was as unconscious of the lack in
his accoutrements in the estimation of the mountaineers as they were of
how the bare feet of sundry of his spectators offended his prejudices
in favor of _chaussure_.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to witness some of those
feats which are variously ascribed to charlatanry, to skill or sleight
of hand, or to certain traffic with supernatural agencies. Those which
I shall have the honor to exhibit to this select audience I shall
not explain; in fact,” with a twinkle of the eye, “some of them are
inexplicable, and so may they long continue! I have not thought best
to avail myself of the services of an assistant, who is generally, I
grieve to say, among most of those of my profession, a mere trickster
and accomplice, and therefore you will have the evidence of your eyes
to the fact that every feat which I perform this evening is absolutely
genuine.”
His spirit of rodomontade had reached its limit. Perhaps some of the
more finely strung sensibilities in the audience appraised the ridicule
in his intention, despite the masquerade of his manner, for a glance of
resentment kindled here and there; but before the awed and open-mouthed
majority had drawn a breath or relaxed a muscle he changed his tone.
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