Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1902-02-06

hardly ever taken off the king Of the
group Twice he missed his cue, and q
third time he half turned sway.
"All right. boy" said the trainer
gently. .I'll give You a rest. Come out.
Prator! Jump! So, Now, Consul! Up!
Good boy! Up, CWsor! Come, Senator,
over! Hola!'
Around the confines of the cage, now
running, now leaping over the set OBJ
structions, glided the taWny, sinuous
bodies of the lion troupe. while their
mistress, in the center, waved them on
with her wand. But all the time she
was watching, not Brindle, but Ar
chon, and Brindle was watching too.
/ Soon it was the big lions turn. In
i answer to the command he came for
!. ward, but there was something
strange in his motion. His eyes We're
set and he moved jerkily. 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! Archon' Then, without
! raising her voice, for the discipline of
the circus thinks first of it's audience
| the audience that must not be unpleas-
antly disturbed she said rapidly: "Set
the poles and keep him back can't
get to the door. He's going bad
| Slowly the great lion moved on
stiffly. like cat stalking a sparrow.
The others crouched at the sides, silent
and trembling. Only Brindle growled
slightly. Then there was a rattle and
clank of the iron door, and a man.
bearing a heavy club in his hand.
leaped into the cage.
"Phil" cried the girl, with a 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 hanClle"-
i Her voice was drowned in the
shrek of thousands of voices as the
great lion hurled himself straight at
her throat, shifting at her with those
terrible paws. At the same time sec
ond taWny body darted through the
air, aud the two met, Like a flash
the girl had slipped away from the
mad lions onslaught but glancing
impact had sent her to the floor. Half
stunned as she was. she caught at the
bars to raise herself, for once train
err 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 two-year-old We're tearing
and claWing each other, While the rest
SUNK, terrified, at the sides. Even in
her peril the girl thought of the faith
full beast
"Archons will kill him!'' she cried,
clutching the elephant mans arm.
See, he is working in at his throatl
Oh, can't they get firebrands?'
What Berthels did then was partly
from gratitude and partly from the
natural fighting courage of the man
who trains wild beasts. He swung his
heavy club up and as Brindle in final
s effort for life tore half loose from his
foe brought the weapon down with a
smashing blow across the mad lions
NAV: \ lions nose is his sensitive
point. Half stunned. the giant relaxed
his grip, and Brndle tore away. Arch
on gathered himself to leap. Again the
club fell, but this time too late. The
man was down.
'At him, Brindle' cried the girl,
catching at Archon with her slender
hands, and the faithful lion responded
with another attack.
But now the fighting madness was at
it's height in Archon's brain. One paw
broke Berthels' arm. the roaming jaws
We're at his throat, when there came
the crackle of pistols, and the fierce
face rose, despatched with blood, turn
4 ed hither and thither and closed its
eyes They dragged Berthels out Of the
cage then and there, but not so the
girl. Over her Brindle, torn and man
gled, mounted guard until she came to
from her faint and drew herself to her
feet with her hands buried in his
name.
/ Berthels insisted that he and the
feline empress ought to be married on
the day they buried Archon, but his
broken arm wouldn't allow it. HoWev-
er, they had professional wedding in
the lion cage, and Brindle. standing
proudly on his hind legs. with crossed
! American flags in his mouth, was best
man.
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