Wichita eagle., 1889-05-26
looking al you now.

conscientious fellow, this Mario. Not
glance IS for him now, but what OF i'll be
VIII act bis part; there he Is, In the middle OK
the ring. trembling Violently IA all his limbs;
rather good bit OF comedy this. 1t is she,
up there, who walks along to death, IL might
be, but 1t Is he down below who is frightened
But it Is an old trick, that sort OF farce
From clown OF his standing one would ak
pect something better, especially as there Is
40 variation 70 1t Come, that viii do.
What do you think you are doing, you great
oooby, following the movements OF the
lerial walker step by step, and holding out
your arIns as If she were going 70 faIli Nile.
Dora is not in the habit OF falling, you know
well enough. And for mirth provoker,
really your appearance is not worry funny.
Where in the world did you pick I'D THAI
undertaken facet One would even think you
were pale underneath all that white paint,
and thas It is from real fear you trernble.
What is thatf'
A Simultaneous cry OF horror has hrukeu
from 3 thousand threats Under Nile.
Doras feet the wire has Just snapped In
twainl Whirling over and over through the
air, she falls
The audience has risen to its feet with d.
lated eyes and bianched faces On the saw
dust the clown aud the unfortunate girl have
rolled together; for, by remarkable feat OF
agility, Mario has caught her in his arms
They are lifted and borne away. Mle Dora
hiss received no injury; she hos onlyfainted-
But the man who by a miracle has saved her
has not come or 20 easily. A shoulder dis
located, broken arm, and internal injuries,
the surgeons say.
Another man finished for the circus bust
ness" muttered the ring master, as he left his
stand.
Two days afterwards Nile Dora, in rich
street dress, was seated at the bed side OF her
former lover. There were the four white
walls of the hospital chamber. the bare floor.
q small table with bottle on it, chair, and
that was all
We'll, my poor Mario, how DO you fcelr'
she asked in q voice that tried 70 DO sympa-
thetic.
"As You see," replied the clown with a wo-
full smile, pointing To the bandages wound
round his arm and shoulder.
1T is to you that owe my lie. Mario. I
shall never forget it
''Ahfn said the young man with n ray OF
hope in his eyes; you win love me againr'
YES, but not as You mean Como, Mario,
do not commence that sort Of thing again
Pray let US talk of something elsa Do you
know what they discoveredF'
No. he replied, ahsently.
THE wire was cut.
"Cutw
"And they have the culpritn
.sThey havef And who Is its"
1.-The property man You know that fool
who hates me so much because put him cut
of my dressing room"
But it is not possible that he could have
done it."
why no.i BE is arrested, and the thing
is proved against him"
There was short silence The tight rope
walker was thinking how much time decency
required her to prolong her visit 10 the man
who had saved her life Tho face Of tho
clown betrayed series of changing emotions
His brow was contracted, and be seemed to
be suffering great mental anguish
Listen, Dora" be broke out suddenly, In
a half whisper; this man must be released"
''WhyT
Because am certain that it was not he
who cut the wire"
What do you know about itf'
Il am sure OF &c"
Who Was IL, thenT
at was ]"
Your The young woman had started
bacl with q movement of horror.
Don't leave me, / besecch you" ho
groaned; forgive me! / loved you 40 much
that 1 became crazy over It'll" sobbod the
poor follow.
Dora arose with look Of pitiless disgust
upon her face. She took up her paralsol, and
coldly, without a look, without word,
walked to the door and went ont.
The poor wretch, immovable upon his cot,
heard down tho steps the hard click Of her
high heels, the swish Of her slken skr;A Doors
opened on the floor below and then hanged to.
Mario was alone y strange, hopeless look
came into bis eyes, and with a shudder ho
turned his face To the wall
lie had what was worse than a broken
back, broken heart, and whom BIO LEFT the
hospital month later 1t was IN bis coffin
Translated for The Argonaut from tho French
Of J. Montet by II J. Danneville.