Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-09-10

the female lions refused to obey
then the young girl knit her pretty
brows, darted a glance from her sap
phire eyes and struck the beast with
her whip.
Fresh applause followed, and the
young man, standing close by the
stage, cried out. Bravo for the pret-
ty girl y
The lion tanner raised her blue eyes
upon Henri, who devoured her with
his glance. She became confused
and blushed. In another minute. re-
covering her self possession, she cast
her eyes upon the animals. It was
time. for the female lion had straight
ened herself up and was looking at
the young girl ferociously. The lion
tanner drew a revolver from her belt,
fred four shots rapidly and before
the smoke had died away disappeared
from the cage.
The crowd filed out noiselessly,
meeting another lot of spectators
who were entering to see the next
performance.
That little girl isn't eighteen years
old" said the colonel, ''and she's
stunningly pretty"
"IIer beauty is a little insipid, " said
Nine Clery in scornful tone.
"She looked at you for a moment,
lucky dog" said the colonel, turning
TO Henri; "that's what it is to be
young"
The following day the light morn
ing mist still hung over the rich
Limousin pasture land when Henri
Maurel returned from his horseback
ride. After few seconds hosita
ton he suddenly decided 10 leave his
horse at his quarters and go to the
fair. The little booths were already
open, but the tents were closed.
When he came near the menagerie
Henri saw the crier seated on the
platform mending his red costume.
We'll" he asked the man, 'ia
business brisk2"
For the boss" replied the crier
"but l get more kicks than coppers.
The lieutenant put his hand me-
chanically into his pocket and the
criers eyes cleaned with covetous-
ness; but Henri, changing his mind,
let his hand fall empty. you doubt
less travel a good deala" he con-
tinued.
1.-THE whole year. That improves
the appetite and is very good for the
health, provided you have enough
to eat"
Jean" called gentle, feminine
voice from the interior of the tent.
"rm coming, Mam'zelle Paula, 7"
replied the man, rising.
Zone moment" said Henri, this
time placing q silver piece in Jeans
rough hand. 'If you should not re-
enter the tent, what would happenT
"Well, Mam'zelle Paula would come
after me-"
"Who is Mam'zelle Paulal"
"She is the niece of old William,
our boss. In short, she's the lion
tanner"
''Ah, yes. saw her last evening.
She is very pretty girl"
"She has lots of admirers" said
the crier, "but she doesn't listen to
any of them"
The curtain that concealed the en-
trance to the tent was drawn aside
and Mile. Paula appeared. 1t was
no longer the bold hon tanner in the
atrical dress; she looked like a sim
pie country girl. She had put a
scarlet kerchief around her beauti-
full blond hair; a white calico dress
with blue stripes nodded her delicate
form. She was as fresh us the
and blushed at sight OF the
officer.
But Henri soon found means to re-
assure her, and she had already re-
piled to some of his questions when
d coarse voice in the tent cried out,
"Are we not going t lave dinner
todayf"
The crier rushed into the tent, and
Paula, after parting glance, also
disappeared.
After that morning, whenever
Henri was not detained by his mill
taly duties, he came every day at
the same hour to exchange a few
words with the pretty girl, who, for
her part, began to think often OF
him, and welcomed his arrival with
q radiant smile and throbbing heart.
Every evening, unless the officer
was invited out to dinner, he man
aged to be present at tho perform
anoe. Certainly the monotony OF
garrison life increased the pleasure
Henri felt in being near Paula. Nine.
Clery had returned to Paris, SO moth
ing prevented him from following
the attraction that drew him toward
the young girl.
He was charmed by the contrast
between the bold courage OF the hon
tanner who rislSed her life every day,