The patriot. (Glenmora, La.) 1918-1955, 1919-05-30

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| paper Syndicate.)
All the way home Dorland, newly
| made Junior partner Of the Lasley
Vickery company, thought of his
| mothers last letter.
"Alleen's been going out with Will
1 Carey ever since you've been away"
| the letter said. "With Wits eing
| so handsome, and Alleen O bit fickle
and Arabella Avery encouraging the
match. the Avery ball may mean the
climax of things. Really, son, think
you ought to hurry home"
His mother was so keen for his
marriage to his rich partners daugh-
ter. And Alleen-Alleen was charm
ing--he believed that he loved her.
At Corbin Junction Stafford Fife
greeted him.
Trains two hours late, Frank"
Dorland's pleasant dark face cloud
ed bit. Fife laughed. take off
that frown. Frank; you'll see her to-
night, anyway. Let's go to the Cir
GUS"
Twice daily for four years Mile.
Jeanette Cheronnet had entered the
cage of the performing lions, and Dor
land had neither known nor cared.
But today when he watched her NOV
ing fearlessly among the fierce beasts
that at the @d of the act began to
growl and lunge, his face paled like
one who sees his beloved in danger
and is powerless to help.
"Buck up. old man, Fife laughed.
'The lions are used to her. They
wouldn't hurt her If she were to fall ~
"Mueh you know about lions, man ~
a man next them exclaimed. THAT
girl takes her life in her hands every
time she goes In that cage.'
Another half moment and made
moiselle was turning to bow her &C
acknowledgements to the applause. Her
brown eyes, clear and innocent, met
Doriand's. She caught her breath and
hurried out of the tent. The sawdust
under her feet had turned to shining
gems, the shabby canvas had become
spun gold!
'She's got to have. her rest after the
nervous strain of her act" the mana
ger of the show impatiently explained
to Doriand. "She's got TO sleep until
the evening performance. And she
don't like hangers-on
"But I'm not a .fianger-on,' object
ed Dorland. II want to be properly
introduced to Mile. Cheronnet."
"a reporter, Ell? Well. maybe she'll
give you five minutes"
StiIl in her spangfed chiffon stage
costume. mademoiselfe appeared.
II am afraid of the lions for you"
Doriand found himself saying. A
warm color suffused the girls face.
1T ees for me. monsieur. you fear?
1t ees kind. most kind, monsieur-hut
they love met The creatures have
known me thees long time; they love
me -
"And so do TF' echoed Dorlanl's
heart. "even I who have known you
but an hour r
Il wish you worked in store or
some other safe place! J" he murmured.
"But. monsieur" she objected. Il
must have more than a clerks
money!
When her parents had died, she ex-
planned, the great-aunt who had lands
and money had taken her In, but not
Lucille, the sister who had married be-
r. ri Ia
was dead, and her crippled husband
and her little children we're. oh, SO
poor!
'sMy aunt and my cousins cast me-
of when took the training Of the
lions--but it meant money, and could
not let poor CASTOR and the mother
less ones starve, monsieur!"
Could she see him again soonf Dor
land asked when he arose to leave.
She hesitated. There was little time
on the road, but If monsieur were
ever to be In the city in which the
circus went into winter quarters. it
might be possible. The managers
paid her to stay there and teach the
lions.
At the bali. Aileen vickery. looking
like lily In a blue vase. beckoned
TO him. Il want you to show me the
fish in the lake"
Along the sanded path she chung to
his arm. screaming at leafs rustic.
ave been wentlfg to see the Ash
playing BY snoonlight so long, bat
Nora and were afraid to come over
here alone :"
DorIand listened with strange intoi-
erance. Afraid In that fiower-fliled
garden, by the broad light OF the
moon And at that moment that 9TH
er girl. as delicately. tender, was ex-
posing her delicate body in den Of
lions that others might have daily
bread
A fortnight Inter and Dorland stood
III the little parior OF Mile. Cher0r-
nets boarding house.
Il want you to quit showing the
lions" he told her. II am afraid for
you. l love you-Iet me take your
burdens on my shoulders, Jeanette"