San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-05-13
TIE CLOWN IN TRAGEDY

face livid. the young man sprang from his
kMees where he had been kneeling before her
Have q care, Dora" he cried, with flash
ing eyes. you know how | love you, and
you know how far | might go Don't push
me too hGrdr
The young woman, reclining calmly on the
sofa, shrugged her shoulders.
Threats, ehf' she said, coldly. that was
all that was lacking. and 10y what right
by the right you gave NE in allowing me
for the last six months to think that you
loved me ~
We'll, if have let you think So are you
fool enough not to see that perhaps it was
because did love you9"
But you have ended with it all now; is it
not so" replied the young man. clenching his
teeth.
at appears So" She paused and
throwing aside her indifferent air, became
more earnest Come, let us finish this right
here, Mario. But let US finish it once and for
all That will be the best thing for both Of
U.S. You talk of rights. | have not given
you any, unless it was to love me as
much as wanted you to- 1t is the same
story always, and all the world over, my
good fellow. Chance brought us together in
q
YOU, clown. 1t was an accident like any
other, was it noti 1t might not have hap
pened. But it did happen-so far so good.
took fancy to you, or, rather, you pleased
me, that is better still | told you that
liked you, strange thing to say, perhaps
but it was true and | said it. You profted
by it for six months, and now what more do
you wants Do you expect this to go on for,
ever; do you want to live your whole life this
way! All, no, no, indeed! l see no reason
for it; | do not wish it. Here we are at
Paris. still with the same circus, for luck
would have it that the same manager should
engage us together. But that is no reason
why we should remain chained to each other
like couple of convicts For my part
have had quite enough of the chain. If it
were a golden one, | might consider the mat
ter. But that is not the case, as you
know, cha Well, now l have found
one which is truly of that metal, and,
moreover, an easy one which | can carry as
| please, provided that | carry it with de
cency Now, my dear fellow, you are in the
way. you are a hindrance, even a danger
Do you think have no ambition, no dreams
to gratifyf Do you suppose should be con.
tent to follow in such track as this all my
life timef have my future to look out for,
but you don't seem to consider that. can
never be certain that you won't spoil every
thing with your bursts of stupid Jealousy Do
not think | would hesitate for moment be
tween you and a fortune. You are very
agreeable, but | prefer the hundred thou
sand francs year which am offered; pre-
fer the carriage and dresses and servants
which can have if l only say the wor6
prefer them, tell you. And that is why
declare to you thus frankly that all is at
an end between us, quite at an end Come.
give. me your hand and let us not speak of it
again. Is it agreedW
Mario stood before her-a handsome fellow,
indeed, with an athletic figure of which his
street dress could not conceal the powerful
yet elegant outlines. He remained looking at
her without speaking, gazing into her face,
his black eyebrows fercely contracted, as if
struggling with a frighful temptation to
strangle the words in her throat.
THAT is your last word9" he demanded.
finally, with an effort.
My last What more is there to say2"
Dora beg you"- he broke out, with
trembling voice.
There, you are not going to commence
again, hope. All, there goes the belle 1t is
the count Quick, get out by this door, and
don't put your foot in here again. | have
no more time to waste with you. Come,
don't you hear what sayr she cried, bru
tally. And, running up, she pushed him out
by the shoulders
When she had slammed the door on his
fingers, the clown turned and shook his fist
at it.
Eleven o'clock. The circus glares with its
myriad of lights. A murmur of impatience
runs along the tiers of seats, gittering with
the bright toilets of the ladies' The Jug
glers, the tumblers, the dashing equestri-
ennes, the performers upon the trapeze, all
accompanied by the ridiculous clowns, have
each had their turn. Now nervous hands are
crumpling the satin programmes They
await the performance of the daring Mile
Dora
Fifty feet high on a steel wire, without a
poleI It's marvellous"
And without net, tool"
1T is madness. Why do they not take
that precaution, at leastG"
Simply to produce a sensation, my dear
Without danger there is no excitement 1t
would be an insipid affair with net You
migGt as well go to see a lion tanner perform
with his boasts r1Ilzzle1 or an exhibition, Of