The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-01-08
II Want TO
Belong TO
Somebody"
CHAPTER xxfil.
(Contlnued.)


But greater than the lions, was
their tear OF the woman: and greater
than their fear OF her was their terror
OF that long serpent which, no matter
+ how far II might dart through space
remained always in the woman's hand
They well knew its venomous bite. ma
Is they skunk from side 10 side, their
eyes were upon it's ceiling black
tongue.
Il met Fran on the street" muir
INJURED Abbott, as he watched, unolink-
ingly. "She said she was going 10
visit sick friend. When did you see
Fran last, Simon"
Don't know" Simon said, discour-
agingly Nov they're going 10 see
saw. The black-maned one is the
hardest to manage. reckon, one day.
he'll just naturally jump afoul OF her,
and tear her to pieces. Look at him!
don't believe this girl is going to
make him get up on top OF that board.
NY! how he Is showing his teeth az
her. Say, This is pretty good show,
hey? Glad you came, uh? Sayl Look
AZ his teeth"
In truth, the black-maned lion opened
his mouth to a frightful extent, max
ing, however. not the slightest sound.
He refused to bulge,
Abbott shuddered
.Samson." cried the woman, impell-
fngly. The other lion was patiently
standing on his end of the board wait.
ing. He seemed fast asleep. Samson,
however. was wide awake and every
cruel tooth was exposed as he stretch
ed his mouth. In his amber eyes was
the glow OF molten copper.
Suddenly Samson wheeled about,
and made a rush for his end OF the
see-saw. He stepped upon It. He was
conquered His haste 10 obey, evil
IDENTIFY the result of fear and hatred,
produced a ripple of laughter The
other lion, feeling the sudden tremor
Of Samson's weight, opened his eyes
suddenly and twitehed his tail He
waB not asleep, after all
Simon whispered hoarsely, ITS in
toresting all the way through. A fell
low never knows what's going to hap
pen. 'Tain't as il you was watching
clowns, knowing what the jokes TO be
hefore they say It, To my mind. lions
Abbott found himself intensely nerv-
Gus. He longed to have II all over,
anxious, above all, TO prove his fears
groundless. Yet how were so many
coincidences TO be explained away?
Fran had been a show-girl, a trainer
OF lions. and Abbott distinctly remem-
bered that she had spoken OF sam
SON." Fran had just these movements
II Il v,aka ENFaVN .
mellow voice, hut voices may be dis
guised; and the hands now raised to-
ward the audience may have been
stained dark. Who was that sick
friend" that Fran had possibly men
toned only as an excuse for escap-
ing7 Was that subterfuge? And
why this red mask which, according TO
Simon Jefferson, was an innovation?
At every trick, the black-maned Lon
baked. He seemed resolved not to
leap upon the wall-bracket: and, after
attaining the precarious elevation,
not TO understand that
he must descend. His INSTRUMENTATION
disquieted the enormous animal acting
the corresponding part. Even he be
gan TO pace softly TO and fro at such
tunes as he should have remained mo-
tionless.
When the time came for the clown
t. hand the woman her violin he was
afraid. and withdrew his arm with
marvellous rapidity. His grotesque
disguise could not hide his genuine un-
easiness. The members Of the band,
too, played their notes with unusual
care. lest the slightest deviation from
routine work bring catastrophe. Meth
ing had gone right but the see-sawing
act; but OF all this, the crowd was
ignorant.
After the violin playing-"Now,"
Simon Jefferson announced, gleefully,
there's only one more act but it's a
corker, let me tell you--that's why
she's resting minute. La Confetti
gets astride OF Samson-the one that's
mad-and grabs his name, and pre-
tends TO ride like a cowboy. Calls
herself a Rough-Rider Makes Sam
fon get on top OF that table. then she
gets on top OF him"
but this isn't La Confetti" Alb
bolt protested, shuddering again.
Now you've said something. That's
right. But 1t looks like she's game
she'll try it--we'd better stand little
farther back"
A hand was laid upon Abbott's arm.
Abbott" said the voice OF Robert
Clinton. harsh from smothered ex.
element. "You went to Gregory's
house-did you see him?"
Abbott did not hear The refractory
lion. knowing that his time had come
~ be ridden. was asserting his indie.
rendence. He would not leap upon
the table. The other lion stood watch.
ing sleepily to see II he would obey.
THAT you, Clinton?" Simon's greet.
ing was tense with enjoyment Got
here for the best OF 1t, didn't you!
Seems TO me ! saw Gregory some.
where not long ago, but wasn't
thinking about him"
"Herculesl" the masked woman ad-