The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-01-29

Another icy shudder creeps through her;
she struggles desperately with her terrible
dread, and then a strange little laugh falls
from her white lips.
For you, Gervais,'' she says; and she rests
her horror-flled face on his arm, that he may
not see the agony of revolving in her soul.
What is my life worth? 1 give it to you
freely
'It shall not be sacrificed, I assure you,
dearest, is his elated response.
Nothing turns Meg from her purpose, once
resolved to face that awful peril in Senior
DardanePs great amphitheater.
She goes resolutely through daily rehearsal
of narrowing dangers, in a fever of deter
nlnation to achieve success, and if her nights
are made hideous with the glare of tigerish
eyes, and the fierce snarls of enraged
four-footed foe, nobody knows this least OF
all the man for whom it is endured.
He is in widest spirits when, clad in her
gypsy DRESS her brOnZe-brOWn hair flowing,
Meg comes to him, smiling, from the dress
ing room, ready to take her part for the hrst
time in public.
you will certainly cause a sensation he
exclaims, delightedly. Il knew exactly when
1 planned it all how you would look How
proud shall be of you, my Margaret!
He gaZes in fascination at her brilliant
color and the lustre of her sloe-blue eyes.
The soft tints of the orange tan, and
crimson of her costume suit her to perfec-
ton; there is TO outward sign to betray the
cruel painting of her sinking heart.
'Your wife shall be worthy of you, Ger
vais, she responds.
And lifting her hands to his lips, he asks
you are no longer afraid?"
afraid! If she is, her life isn't worth
straw, and you're consenting to her death as
surely as I'm standing here!
Carmen st. Clare's voice is loud and ring
ing, and it makes Meg start as though from
the utterance of an ominous warning.
The acrobatS dusky eyes are flashing
uueerly, and she seems to tower above the
young wife with conscious defiance of fear
and danger.
Better have chosen me- the ringing voice
resumes "She isn't fit for the task and I'd
have made the whole thing go like wildfire.
You're bound to regret having her IN the
affair"
1--WE shall see," Gervais Golding responds,
frouning, and he leads Meg towards the
dreaded ring.
moment later, Gagged in with iron bars,
she sees nothing but the awful presence of the
tiger.
That the vast building is thronged from
base to roof is totally unobserved by her; the
shaggy, treacherously docile creature, whose
victim she may become at the slightest
caprice of temper is all that she beholds. and
she acts with a sort of fire in her veins-a de-
lirious heat in her brain, that serves her for
courage.
The agonizing odeal over at last she stag
gers into safety, amid a thunder of applause.
But when Gervain speaks to her she does
not hear his voice; her face grows curiously
dazed in expression, and reellng forward
she falls, fainting, at his feet.
IT knew she wasn't equal to it, Carmen
ST. Clair SCOTS, and her eyes glisten with
mockery. "She hasn't my skill or courage.
Stand aside!" voice commands, sternly.
Bruce Ellington PUSHES to Meg's side, and,
kEeeling, lifts her head.
.She is not dead yet " he says, grimy; "but
reIeat this fiendish experiment often and her
life will pay the Forfeit