The Dickinson press., 1889-05-18

Tue ring, treMbllng violently Ill ull his limbs
rather good bit of comedy this 1t is she.
up there, who walks along to death, it might
DO, but it is lie down below who is frightened
But it is an old trick, that sort of farce
From clown of his standing one would ex
pect something better, especially as there is
no variation to it. Come, that will do
What do you think you are doing, you grea,
beoby, following the movements of the
aerial walker step by step, and holding ou,
your arms as if she were going to fallt Mile
Dora is not in the habit of failing, you know
well enough. And for u mirth provoker,
really your appearance is not very funny
Where in the world did you pick up that
Undertaken faces One would even think you
were pale underneath all that white paint.
and that it is from real fear you tremblel
What is thatf'
from a thousand throats Under Mile
Dora's feet the wire has just snapped in
twain! Whirling over and over through the
air, she falls.
The audience has risen to its feet with iii
lated eyes and blanchcd faces On the saw
dust the clown and the unfortunate girl have
rolled together, for, by a remarkable feat OF
agility, Mario has caught her in his arms.
They are lifted and borne away Mile Dora
has received no injury; she has onlyfaintcd
But tho man who by miracle has saved hei
has not come Off easily A shoulder dis
located, broken arm. and internal injuries
the surgeons say
Another man finished for the circus bus,
ness" muttercd the ring master, rs he left his
stand
Two days afterwards Mile Dora, in a rich
street dress, was seated at tho bed side Of hsI
former lover There were the four white
walls of the hospital chamber, the bare floor
u small table with bottle OF. it, a chair anu
that was all.
We'll, my poor Mario, how do you rcclf'
she asked i'll a voice that tried to be sympa
thetic.
"As you see," replied the clown with wo
full smile, pointing to tho bandagcs wound
round his arm and shoulder
"lt is to you that | owo my life, Mario. /
shall never forget it.
":Ah" said the young man with n ray of
hope in his eyes, you will love me againt'
'Yes, but not rs you mean Come, Mario.
do not commence that sort of thing again
Pray let us talk of something else. Do you
know what they discovcred.'
NO" he replied, absently.
9Th wire was cut
Cut
And they have the culpritn
"They havef And who is itf'
The property man You know that fool
who hates me so much because | put him out
of my dressing room.
but it is not possible that he could have
done it,"
Why nots uc is arrested and the thing
is proved against him"
There was short silence The tight rope
walker was thinking how much time ,lcccncy
required her to proions her visit to the man
who had savcl her life. The face of the
cl'wn betrayed series OF changing emotions
His brow was contracted, and he seemed to
tic suffering great men.a! anguish
Listen, Dora, he broke out suddenly, in
halt whisper, "ths man must be released.
"Whyf"
"Bccansc | am certain that it was not Ii
who cut the wire"
"Whot do you know about tl'
"l am sure of it.
wv Who was 1t. then!'
ut was L."
"You!" The young woman had started
bacL with q movement of horror
Don't leave me, | bcsccch you!" he
groaned, forgive me loved you SO much
that became crazy over it'll" sobbed the
poor fellow
Dora arose with look of pitiless disgust
upon her face. She took up her parasol, and
coldly, without a look, without a word,
walked to the door and went out
The poor wretch, immovable upon his cot,
heard down tho steps the hard click of her
high Lcels, theswish of her silken skirts. Doors
opened on tue floor below and then banged to-
Mario was alone. A strange, hopeless look
came into his eyes, and with u shuddcr he
turned his face to the wall
He had what was worse than broken
back broken heart, and when he left the
hospital a month later it was in his coffin.-
Translated for Tue Argonaut from tho French
Of j. Moutet by NJ. j Dannevillc