The Press., 1888-11-29

"1t was Dieridgowak's first miscaiculation; his impatience overreached itself," he said, scrodng his beard once more. Watch him nowl He will make up for the faux pas, as the French would say.n
 Apparently but slightly injured by his re- pulse, though painting slightly, the tiger had resumed his silent, watchful circings of the arena, seemingly with no more want of con fldence in himself than if they had not been in the least interrupted
 But the stallion was now seen to have changed his tactics so far that, while resum. ing his pivotal gyrations, his head. in lieu of his hindquarters, were now presented to the front.
 Another breathless interval of suspense, followed by a fresh hurtling spring on the part of the tiger.
 But it was countered even more cunningly and effectively than before. Crouching and gliding under the flying black and yellow bulk, much as gazelle might crouchingly evade 6, lammergeyer's hurtling swoop, out flew the glistening heels again at just the right instant, this time bringing up with tremendous impact on the monsters flank, so that when Dieridgowka's revolutions were resumed, as they were almost instantly, it was with sullen. half gasping air, and with a perceptible limp that betokened moro than a brifing injury to his hips.
 "Another thousand to five hundred on tn white stallioni" vociferated Poindexter yes again over the many voiced applause. "Is it & go, your excellency3 Or I'll go you three to onels
 The rajahs Oriental composure had deep ened into something mora than Oriental guinness; and his cruel gaze roamed from the tiger to the little begum-now radiant with smoldering fierceness of dissatisfac- tion; but he, nevertheless, inclined his head matestically, and the third additional bet was registered
 But again and again was the tigers spring repeated, and with no better success, save that on one occasion one of his mighty fore paws managed to fetch the brave steed a long raking stroke along the loins, ripping his skin into strips and staining his silvery coat with blood
 It was now foregone conclusion that Nadgka would be the victor. The English men roared themselves hoarse; even the na- tives yelled their unrestrained delight, in spite of their royal masters drowning dis pleasure; while little Mahala fairly clapped her hands and bounded in her seat at the side of her stern visaged protector.
 But Djeridgowka, though plainly dis pirited, had as yet suffered no positively dis, abling injury, and it was quickly evident that he intended to make one more supreme effort to retrieve the day.
 Without the slightest warning, he sud- denly changed his tactics by swerving from his prowling circuit, and running, instead of leaping directly toward the horses lowered crest, until within 6 couple of yards, and then launching himself forward, like the veritable thunderbolt for which he was named, full at Nadgka's throat.
 But the stallion was not there to meet 1t, having danced to one side with the rapidity of thought. Then, and before the tiger could recover from the shock of striking the oppo- site wall of the pit, crashl crashI crashI suc- cessively were the steel shod, terrible heels launched, each time reaching the mark with arrowy precision and bone crushing forca
 And then the jungle monarch was seen run ming whimperingly around the skirts of the arena on three legs, and with his jaw hope lessly broken-co conquered, defeated, and with the sole object of efectlng skulking escapa from his victorious foe.
 The tajah made the sign by which his ia vorite was permitted to make good his re treat, and then, with bow to Col Mohun turned Do go with his suite.
 "One moment, excellencyi" shouted Ma halas protector. "Deign, if you please, h formally announce that the victory is witl Nadgka, and my little friend here is to con atinue undisturbed under my guardianship" "
 The poteftate did so, with none of the bes grace, it mnst be said, and then took his de parture with ms much haste as was consistent with his augnse dignity.
 ID wes nqua too soon.
 Ind saa, wifchr had until that moment re1nained proudly in the center of the pit, suddenly reared himself high in the air, with flashing eyes and floating mane, and then fell upon his side-dead
 'Poor Nadgkar commented Mai. Poin- dexter, laying his hand on Mohun's shoulder, on which the little begun was now sobbing as if her heart would break. ''See, his entire left ribs were laid bare by that one stroke of Djeridgowkaas paw. Butnever mind Mahalu is free from the raiah's clutches, and have won pot of his money"
 And perhaps they didn't mind, at least mol greatly. Money had changed hands; Mahala, the whilom Nautch girl, was saved to become agreat magistrates wife in Bombay, and the mother of child destined to depose the usurptng ratah of Nagpoor, twenty years later, and restore the rightful dynasty; and most decisive single combat had been nobly contested and heroically won.
 But then the hero was only a white stallion only horsel-Nathan D. Urner in Once g Week.