Stage Magic
“Nothing must keep your mother from attending the magic show with us,”
Judy told the children when they reached home.
Little else was said about it.
“A secret is more fun,” Penny whispered. Both children knew now that the
magician was their young uncle Paul.
There were so many secrets that Judy was afraid the children’s mother
would suspect their plans. But she was too busy with plans of her own to
pay much attention to them. The very next day she found employment in
the Roulsville variety store and declared that she would soon repay Judy
and Peter for all their kindnesses.
On the same day, which was Monday, Penny and Paul started in school,
taking the bus at the main road and attending the school where Judy once
went.
Wednesday finally came, the day of the magic show. Since there was no
school the next day, Thursday being Thanksgiving, the children could
stay up a little later in the evening. Penny was all excited.
“You just wait, Mommy!” she cried. “You’ll see I’m not making it up. The
magician can even make wishes come true.”
“Wear your prettiest dress, Mom,” Paul suggested.
“Very well,” she agreed, “but I don’t want to meet this magician. You
know how I feel about strangers.”
Judy did not tell her the magician was no stranger.
Judy and Peter arrived with Horace and Honey to find the Browns’
recreation room already crowded. Rows and rows of chairs were lined up
before the stage. The front row was reserved for the club members. Penny
and Paul joined them.
“There’s room for you, too,” Ricky whispered.
“Thanks,” Judy whispered back.
They were all seated before she realized Helen Riker was not with them.
“Where’s your mother?” she whispered across to Paul.
“She’s back there somewhere,” he replied. “Her face got awfully white
when she saw him.”
Judy knew Paul meant the magician.
“I guess it’s all right,” she began uncertainly, “as long as she can—”
She was interrupted by the sound of clapping hands. The heavy velvet
curtain had parted. The magician appeared on the stage smiling and
bowing. He had a wand in his hand. As he waved it, flags of all nations
began to appear. When the stage was quite filled with them he waved the
wand again and every flag vanished.
“This is stage magic,” he announced. “Watch carefully and you may
discover my secrets.”
After he had done a few more astounding feats with ropes, balls, and
boxes, he asked, “Did anyone in the audience wish for a canary bird?”
“I did!” cried Paul, jumping to his feet.
“Will you step up on the stage for a moment?” asked the magician. “Birds
come from eggs, do they not? May I take your handkerchief? I hope you
don’t mind what happens to it,” he continued as he began rolling it into
a ball. Soon the handkerchief was gone and in its place was a round,
white egg!
“My handkerchief!” gasped Paul.
Judy could see that this trick had not been rehearsed. She was as
surprised as the children were when little Paul reached in his pocket,
at the magician’s suggestion, and pulled out a real live canary.
“Where will I put him?” asked Paul as he held the fluttering bird.
“What about a cage?” asked his amazing young uncle. Touching the table
in front of him with his wand, he made a cage appear out of nothing.
Another flick of his magic wand and it disappeared.
“Wonderful, isn’t it?” he asked. “As a rule magicians don’t explain
their tricks, but this is going to be an exception. You’ve seen a magnet
attract a pin or a needle. Well, the magnet on the end of the wand
attracts the spring that collapses or unfolds the cage, and presto!”
The cage reappeared on the table, and Paul let the bird fly into it.
There was a thunder of applause followed by the announcement that a girl
could be made to vanish as easily as a birdcage.
“Let me!” cried Penny, running up on the stage.