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The Reverend Mr. Withholder had organized a series of Biblical tableaux at Skinnerstown for the benefit of his church. Illustrations were to be given of “Rebecca at the Well,” “The Finding of Moses,” “Joseph and his Brethren;” but Rocky Canyon was more particularly excited by the announcement that Polly Harkness would personate “Jephthah’s Daughter.” On the evening of the performance, however, it was found that this tableau had been withdrawn and another substituted, for reasons not given. Rocky Canyon, naturally indignant at this omission to represent native talent, indulged in a hundred wild surmises. But it was generally believed that Jack Filgee’s revengeful animosity to the Reverend Mr. Withholder was at the bottom of it. Jack, as usual, smiled inanely, but nothing was to be got from him. It was not until a few days later, when another incident crowned the climax of these mysteries, that a full disclosure came from his lips.

One morning a flaming poster was displayed at Rocky Canyon, with a charming picture of the “Sacramento Pet” in the briefest of skirts, disporting with a tambourine before a goat garlanded with flowers, who bore, however, an undoubted likeness to Billy. The text in enormous letters, and bristling with points of admiration, stated that the “Pet” would appear as “Esmeralda,” assisted by a performing goat, especially trained by the gifted actress. The goat would dance, play cards, and perform those tricks of magic familiar to the readers of Victor Hugo’s beautiful story of the “Hunchback of Notre Dame,” and finally knock down and overthrow the designing seducer, Captain Phoebus. The marvelous spectacle would be produced under the patronage of the Hon. Colonel Starbottle and the Mayor of Skinnerstown.

As all Rocky Canyon gathered open-mouthed around the poster, Jack demurely joined the group. Every eye was turned upon him.

“It don’t look as if yer Polly was in THIS show, any more than she was in the tablows,” said one, trying to conceal his curiosity under a slight sneer. “She don’t seem to be doin’ any dancin’!”

“She never DID any dancin’,” said Jack, with a smile.

“Never DID! Then what was all these yarns about her dancin’ up at the pass?”

“It was the Sacramento Pet who did all the dancin’; Polly only LENT the goat. Ye see, the Pet kinder took a shine to Billy arter he bowled Starbottle over thet day at the hotel, and she thought she might teach him tricks. So she DID, doing all her teachin’ and stage-rehearsin’ up there at the pass, so’s to be outer sight, and keep this thing dark. She bribed Polly to lend her the goat and keep her secret, and Polly never let on a word to anybody but me.”

“Then it was the Pet that Yuba Bill saw dancin’ from the coach?”

“Yes.”

“And that yer artist from New York painted as an ‘Imp and Satire’?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s how Polly didn’t show up in them tablows at Skinnerstown? It was Withholder who kinder smelt a rat, eh? and found out it was only a theayter gal all along that did the dancin’?”

“Well, you see,” said Jack, with affected hesitation, “thet’s another yarn. I don’t know mebbe ez I oughter tell it. Et ain’t got anything to do with this advertisement o’ the Pet, and might be rough on old man Withholder! Ye mustn’t ask me, boys.”

But there was that in his eye, and above all in this lazy procrastination of the true humorist when he is approaching his climax, which rendered the crowd clamorous and unappeasable. They WOULD have the story!

Seeing which, Jack leaned back against a rock with great gravity, put his hands in his pockets, looked discontentedly at the ground, and began: “You see, boys, old Parson Withholder had heard all these yarns about Polly and thet trick-goat, and he kinder reckoned that she might do for some one of his tablows. So he axed her if she’d mind standin’ with the goat and a tambourine for Jephthah’s Daughter, at about the time when old Jeph comes home, sailin’ in and vowin’ he’ll kill the first thing he sees,–jest as it is in the Bible story. Well, Polly didn’t like to say it wasn’t HER that performed with the goat, but the Pet, for thet would give the Pet dead away; so Polly agrees to come thar with the goat and rehearse the tablow. Well, Polly’s thar, a little shy; and Billy,–you bet HE’S all there, and ready for the fun; but the darned fool who plays Jephthah ain’t worth shucks, and when HE comes in he does nothin’ but grin at Polly and seem skeert at the goat. This makes old Withholder jest wild, and at last he goes on the platform hisself to show them how the thing oughter be done. So he comes bustlin’ and prancin’ in, and ketches sight o’ Polly dancin’ in with the goat to welcome him; and then he clasps his hands–so–and drops on his knees, and hangs down his head–so–and sez, ‘Me chyld! me vow! Oh, heavens!’ But jest then Billy–who’s gettin’ rather tired o’ all this foolishness–kinder slues round on his hind legs, and ketches sight o’ the parson!” Jack paused a moment, and thrusting his hands still deeper in his pockets, said lazily, “I don’t know if you fellers have noticed how much old Withholder looks like Billy?”

There was a rapid and impatient chorus of “Yes! yes!” and “Go on!”

“Well,” continued Jack, “when Billy sees Withholder kneelin’ thar with his head down, he gives a kind o’ joyous leap and claps his hoofs together, ez much ez to say, ‘I’m on in this scene,’ drops his own head, and jest lights out for the parson!”

“And butts him clean through the side scenes into the street,” interrupted a delighted auditor.

But Jack’s face never changed. “Ye think so?” he said gravely. “But thet’s jest whar ye slip up; and thet’s jest whar Billy slipped up!” he added slowly. “Mebbe ye’ve noticed, too, thet the parson’s built kinder solid about the head and shoulders. It mought hev be’n thet, or thet Billy didn’t get a fair start, but thet goat went down on his fore legs like a shot, and the parson gave one heave, and jest scooted him off the platform! Then the parson reckoned thet this yer ‘tablow’ had better be left out, as thar didn’t seem to be any other man who could play Jephthah, and it wasn’t dignified for HIM to take the part. But the parson allowed thet it might be a great moral lesson to Billy!”

And it WAS, for from that moment Billy never attempted to butt again. He performed with great docility later on in the Pet’s engagement at Skinnerstown; he played a distinguished role throughout the provinces; he had had the advantages of Art from “the Pet,” and of Simplicity from Polly, but only Rocky Canyon knew that his real education had come with his first rehearsal with the Reverend Mr. Withholder.