The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1901-06-21

Still and trembling for one brief in
slant, they rushed at each other and,
before Marie could change her posi-
ton, she lost her balance and fell
heavily against the bars while the
shock dislodged the tiny pistol always
IN her belt, and flung it far beyond her
reach. Then the lions turned upon
her, their eyes wild with fury.
"Cerberus, Diabolo," she shouted, as
she struck at them with her whip,
trying in vain to fix them with her
eyes. But it was useless. Three times
they chased her round the cage while
the audience held their breath.
"The guards" gasped the people,
"Ohl God, the guards" their absence
being now noticed for the first time.
All! but the audience had forgotten
Jim! Snatching the long-handled
fork (kept for emergency, he dashed
at the cage, jabbing and prodding the
lions with it's singing prongs. Nothing
but the knowledge that he must be
outside the cage-door to open 1t for
Marie, kept him from dashing in
among the lions, whom he seemed to
fear no more than ants.
Then, as for one instant driven to
the end Of the cage, they turned again
upon Marie, Jim flung the door wide
open-she dashed out-and the heavy
iron swung to again, but not before
Diabolo's claws had fastened upon Jim,
ripping his arm open from shoulder
to wrist, and almost tearing 1t from
its socket. AS he sank upon the
ground bleeding, unconscious mass,
Mr.. McGrath and the delinquent
guards hurried to the spot.
The audience rose to a man, and
for moment panic seemed inevitable.
But the thought in every mind that 1t
was probably all over for Jim, did
more to quiet them than the efforts OF
the manager, and as several doctors
hurried from the crowd, and Jim on a
hastily improvised litter, was borne
from the tent, followed by Marie, her.
self bleeding from several wounds, the
tinsel and gauZe almost torn off her
back. many women and even men
sobbed aloud.
When the lacerated arm had been
dressed and the fractured shoulder set,
the doctors turned their attention to
Marie, telling her that it might have
been so much worse, for though Jim's
left arm would be useless for many
months (they feared, though they
never limited it, forever), his iron con-
stitution and sober habits would has
ten and insure his recovery.
Marie's injuries were mere flesh
wounds, painful but in no wise dan
gereous, and though the doctors mo-
mentarily expected total nervous col
lapse, she pulled herself together in a
way marvellous to behold, seeming to
have eyes, ears and thoughts for no
one but Jim.
The next day, as Jim lay faint and
weak but conscious upon his bed, with
Marie sitting beside him and Jimmy's
cradle close by, Marie said, bravely:
ut is Eat you are now to worry about
Messing, my Jim, me, l will work for
bose while you and re bebe get WELL"
Jim smiled family, as she leaned
over him lovingly, but his well hand
closed with astonishing strength over
hers, as she said firmly: That's as
it may be, Marie, but you'll have to
work at something else, for though
I've lost one arm, maybe, I've still, got
the other, and you and me has quit
the circus business for good. No." as
she seemed about to interrupt him.
I've said my say and though l don't
put my foot down often, it's down this
time for keeps"
And it was just st this juncture that
their good landlady handed Marie a
letter addressed to Jim in queer. UNI
formed hand, and while Marie held Il
for him, Jim, with difficulty, read as
follows:
I'm a plain Teller and no saint. but 7
do admire a brave man when l meet him.
and 1 never see a neater job than We
done yesterday 1 hear the gals yer
wife, and If we ever leave her do the
lion act again L say We don't deserve 10
keep her. AS we may be a bit short tin
we git goin' again, l enclose a trifle
which 1 shan't never miss from a pile /
made on the trak last week And va