The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1890-08-30


..Well enough to marry me .gs sSS
/ 81 don 7 think you re juAtif u ask e.
Ing me any such q uestions. " said Ali s,
Jumping up and refreshing hurrteedIly
into the house. a..9
81 understand = remarked Leandef,
grimly. ~ don't stand any chancs.
alonrside OF the tiger hunting hero.
It's pity we haven't q few Wild beasts
IN these woods to kill The captatn
must miss his occupation. Well, good
afternoon, Ally. Terebinth and will
have to go to the circus By ourselly Ives.
suppose. 5.4s 5:
The mammoth tent on Durkill Com.
mon was crowded that night. Calumets
circus was local celebrity and had been ~
widely advertised. The sural populaat-
ton had not many opportunities OF en-
ioyment and did not propose to let this
one go by default. Every one was
there, from Elder Atkinson and his
wife down to little Michael Ryan, the
cobbler, and his pinohed-looking better
halt Captain Cassell and pretty Alice
Ames occupied conspicuous front seat
and few rows farther back sat Leandef
Rockwell. with Miss Terebinth and her
friend, Hannah Binns, beside her, 9 plain
little seamstress body, who had been
asked at the eleventh hour; sooner
than waste the ticket" thrifty Miss
Terebinth had said. One by one. the
'Unparalleled Attractions had been
put forward: the time-worn clown. the
spangled column ine. the trained ele-
plants, the bicycle-riders aud the
swarthy snake-charmer with the gold
crescents dangling from his ears and
the great glittering stage-dlamond in
the front of his turban.
ooh, isn't it wonderfully cried Alice
Ames.
pretty falr-pretty fairs" answered
Captain Cassell, tapping the ivory knob
of his cane against his teeth. "But
those rattlesnakes don't compare in size
to cobra capello l once killed in our
tent at Dung apore, when--''
And the rounds Of applause drowned
the end of his sentence.
''Ah! tiger-taming actr' said the cap
tain. consulting his programme. "'The
Marvellous signor Mahmelli and his
pupil, Rajahr Call that a Bengal tiger,
do they? / wish you could have seen
that fellow I shot that last summer in
the iungles at Hoodah. My sister has
his skin on her drawing-room floor now.
made into rug. 1t had killed four
men and u sacred OK. and the natives
called him The Scourge of the Shore
O, yes, don't deny the fellow handles
him very neatly, but"
At that second. just when the "beast
of the tropics was drowsily going
through with his list of his accomplish
ments, the lash of his keeper struck
tlifle sharper than usual, or some other
unseen cause ignited the powder maya
zine of the animals slum bering saw
agery. With ferocions roar he sprang.
| forward, telling the keeper with singls
blow of his paw, and leaped toward the.
row of tootlights, whose dtfnl flicker
! seemed to irritate him as red rag en-
RACES bull.
There was shrek, a rush, q moment
or two of wild confusion. Ally Ames
uttered scream. Captain 'Cassell ad
turned as pale as sallow candle.
WED better get out OF this" said hs
hoarsely. ''Quickl quickp'
But Alice, paralyzed by fear. sat 40
still as death.
ell can't novel" she gasped. Il
| think I'm going to faint "
The captain hesitated second. and
finally decided matters BY taking to his
heels, with the rest of the flying crowd.
Alice shut her eyes with chill shud.
der; she could not see the tawny death
spring upon her; but in a moment she
! opened them again at the sound OF .
triumphant shout that went up around
her.
Leander Rockwell was In the arena
lately occupied by the vanished band,
struggling with the savage monster.
She could see his set teeth, the veins
standing out on his forehead, the red
fire in his eyes, and she knew that It
vas for life or death.
''After ALL" said the minister, .'thess
circuses are sinful risks to human life.
/ never shall see my way clear to at.
tending one again. Suppose that brave
young fellow had been killed before our
face and eyes, in the noble effort he
made to save our lives"
''Golly, though, pa. wasn't it grand?"
said John Henry, the good mans eldest
hope. "'Most equal to Spanish bull
fight. Everybody knows that Lee Rock
wells the strongest fellow in Durkill
Four Corners, but the old tiger'd got
the best of him If it hadn't been for
that lick Lee gave him over the head
| with the sharp edge OF the cornet that
the muslc-men had dropped when they
got under the stage, like lightning. It
was as good as Damascus scimeter,
Lee says; and, once stunned. it was
easy enough for the property-men to
kill him. It'll be an awful loss to the
circus folks, thought refectively added
John Henry. There amt many tigers
Of that size in the travelling ring in this
! country"
'.But wasn't it funny, husband" said
the minister's wife, ''about Captain
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