The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-01-15

answer to the command he came for
ward, but there was something
strange in his motion. His eyes were
set, and he moved jerlily, and the
great tufted tail that had been curry
Ing around his tanks grew straight
and rigid as an iron club.
Come, Archon," said the girl. up!
Get up sir! Archonw Then. without
raising her voice. for the discipline of
the circus thinks first OF its audience
the audience that must not be unpleas-
antly listurbed-she said rapidly: "Set
the poles and keep him back can't
get 10 the door. He's going bad"
Slowly the great lion moved on
stitily like cat stalking sparrow
The others crouched at the sides, silent
and trembling. Olly Brlndle growled
slightly Then there was rattle and
clank of the iron door, and man,
bearing Il heavy club In his hand,
leaped into the cage.
"Phil" cried the girl, with thrill
In her voice that told him more than
he had ever known before. go back!
They don't know you! You'll be kill
ed! can handle"-
Her voice was drowned in the
shrek of thousands OF voices as the
great lion hurled himself straight ut
her throat, shifting at her with those
terrible paws At the same time Sec
ond tawny body darted through the
air, and the two met. Like u fash
the girl had slipped away from the
mad lions onslaught, but CHANGING
impact had sent her to the floor Half
stunned as she was, she caught ut the
bars to raise herself, for once train
or Is down authority Is gone, and any
lion Is likely to attack. A strong arm
lifted her and drew her toward the
door, but the way was blocked. Lock-
ed In furious embrace. the mad lion
and the -year-old We're tearing
and clawlng each other, while the rest
skunk, terrified, at the sides. Even In
her peril the girl thought OF the faith
| full beast.
"Archon Will kin him" she cried,
clutching the elephant mans arm.
"See he IS working In ut his throat
Oh, can't they get iirebrandsY
What Berthels did then was partly
| from gratitude and partly from the
natural lighting courage OF the man
who trains wild beasts. He swung his
heavy club up and as Brindle In n final
effort for life tore half loose from his
foe brought the weapon down with q
smashing blow across the mad lions
nav. A lions nose Is his sensitive
point. Half stunned, the giant relaxed
his grip, and Brlndle tore away. Arch
ON gathered himself to leap. Again tn,
club fell, but this time too late. TIL,
man was down.
AT him, Brlndle.' cried the girl
catching at Archon with her slende
hands and the faithful lion responds
with another attack.
But now the fighting madness was q
its height in Archon's brain. One pa'
broke Berthes arm, the roaming Jaw
were Mt his throat, when there cam
the crackle of pistols. and the fiert
| face rose, despatched with blood, turl
l. ed hlthor and thither and closed !
G eyes. They dragged Berthels out Of Il
C cage then and there, but not so Il
II girl. Over her Brindle, torn and ma
H. gled, mounted guard until she came
Is from her faint and drew herself to b
e feet with her hands buried In
name
o Berthels insisted that he and Il
feline empress ought to be married {
Il the day they buried Archon, but h
D broken arm wouldn't allow Ii. Howe
J er, they had professional wedding
I the lion cage, and Brindle, standiu
proudly on his hind legs with crosse
American flags In his mouth, was be'
| man.