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"Second bell. ma'amselle." be inter mpted, “second bell!" and. grasping the curtains, he peeped through the faded fringe. “Ah. the tiers; they are black with peopleâ€"black. ma’amselle! There is no time, no time to tell. Trust Pier- rot, trust. trust!” And in a moment he was gone. “Non, non. mu'muselle, you must not!” he whispered. "I have it; Pier- rot has it!” And again he glanced in-- tently at the programme. “Bleu, hien, I have it! In number seven you ride Comanche Bill. Ride him, ma'amselle. Pirouette! Jump! Jump through the drum. 1 hold it, ma’amselle. Look, number seven. ‘erabeau on Coman- che.’ Bah. beg on? Non, non; trust Pierrot. Have no fear. You will not swing from Hercules’ weight!" "Ma’amselie! No, no. ma'amseiie; one moment. one moment!” cautioned Pierrot. detaining her and pressing his hand against the crimson diamond on his forehead. ' “But, Pierrot. Pierrot," she insisted, “I must, I must. I"â€" “Pierrot. Pierrot.” she cried. “I can- not. I will not perform tonight! See -â€"seeâ€"I tremble; I could not stand; I could not ride Comanche Bill. I must beg off. I am sick. I~I will tell the manager!” “Mon Dieu, mon Dieu!” muttered Pierrot when he had read the bill. “I understand, I understand, ma’amselle. Tonight you must answer ‘0111.’ or he will drop the dead weight from his teeth when you hang below 1” “Number eight, ma'amselle, number eight on the programme, tonight’s? I have one somewhere,” he mumbled, searching doubtfully among the frilled yards of red, white and blue at his pockets. “Ah!” At last with trembling fingers he unfolded the crushed crim- son sheet. “Hercules, Hercules, Her- cules! The dead weight lifter! To- night, tonight, tonight!” it read. “Head downward from a swinging trapeze twenty feet above the circus ring this worldwide champion will dangle in his teeth 100 pounds of solid steel. Is that all? No! We tell you no! But see for yourselves the most marvelous sight ever seen. From a ring beneath the suspended weight he will hold fast the added burden of our premier eques- trienne, and backward and forward in midair she will swing and hang until at length she drops, dancing and pir- ouetting on her galloping steed below.” “Pierrot!” From her tear dimmed eyes she dropped two small, pink star- fish hands and faced him. “Pierrot ‘a tool? You said a fool!” she quavered. “Ah, to ma’amselle you must not say so once again. I know you. A fool? Non, non! You say I will not tell you, I will not trust you, won ami. Leesten, leesten! That Hercules, the dead weight lifter, bah!" and she shuddered violently. “Again, today, he say. ‘Ma’amselle, you will marry me, oui'.” Already six times he hat said so. 011, Lala, how persistent! Ah, Pierrot, you do not know. And for answer I say: ‘M'sieur, noâ€"no. Noâ€"-no-no!' Six times I say so, and of heem I think no more. But today, today, it is differ- ent. I am afraid. He look so black. so terrible when he say: ‘Ma’amselle, you will marry me. No? Ah, no more trifling, I say, none at all. Git me your answer. You but till 7 o’clock tonight; that is all!’ And Pierrot, number eight on the programme, oui, number eight, tonight’s! Look at it, andâ€"and you will understand!" "Marie, Marie.” he urged, “maybe Iâ€" Iâ€"ah, you think not, hey?” And his broad breast swelled with asmothered love, a love that had known no utter- ance, for he was “Pierrot, the fool,” a groom! And she? She was “Ma’am- selle Miraheau, premier equestrienne,” in Barkalow’s big circus ring. Suddenly ting-ting, ting-ting-ting! “Ma‘amselle, ma’amselle,” whispered warningly, “the first bell! You hear? Thirty minutes and you go on. Just thirty, Marie!" But still she did not answer. “Ah, I am only Pierrot, Pierrot, the (001,” he murmured, “and you-you will not tell a fool, ma’amselle. No, no. Why should you?” “Ah, ma'amselle, and you know not what to do. That is it?” he questioned quickly and inviting confidence with his earnest, searching little eyes. “But, Marie, ma'amselle,” he muttered, step- ping closer to her. so close that she felt the warmth of his breath on her cheek, “maybeâ€"maybe Pierrot might knowâ€"ifâ€"it you would tell him, hey?” "Ah, Pierrot, non !” she faltered, cov- ering her face with her hands. “Youâ€"- you could not. non, youâ€"~you”-â€" No other words would come. Her lips quivered. Her eyes filled. “Oui, oui! Iâ€"Iâ€"am in troubleâ€"grave trouble, Pierrot,” she answered broken- “Marie! You are in trouble, mu’am- Ielle? Your face, it is no white!” whispered Pierrot, stepping noiseless ly toward her on the little sawdust circle before the performers’ entrance. The Price of A Threat memm By ALBC BRUCE “Tell nuthin’, nuthin’ at all!" volley- ed the leaders. “Square the deal at number eight an’ screw out yer lights!” “Gentlemen, order, order!” “Hiss, hiss, hiss-s-s-s! Square the deal at number eight!” “Gentlemen, gentlemen”â€" “Hiss, hiss, hissâ€"s-s”â€" And in the ticket omce a few minutes later, though he knew it not, the man- ager was paying back the fabuloul Drice or a threat. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, I must tell youâ€"I must -tell you”â€" “Tricksters! Swindlers! Money back! Money back! Boo for Barkalow!" chorused the galleries. “Ye’s can’t do it! Ye’s can’t do it!” piped a thin, quemlous voice. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, one minute, and I will explain, I”â€" “Ah, ha! Ha, ha, ha!” It was one brief trickle of laughter accentuating the intense silence that followed, for in the thrill of a flute it all happened, and no one had attempted to stop him. Rat-tat-tat! “Now, all together!” commanded the leader of the orchestra, coming gal- lantly to the rescue, and a bunch of mandolins and violins ripped the air. But music had no charms for the out- raged audience, and at last the storm broke. Loud, long and deep voiced it ragedâ€"ribald laughter, shrill jeers. dark threats and hisses like the angry exhaust of steam. “Gentlemen, gentlemen!" In vain did the manager attempt to stem the avalanche, but like a sick man’s whisper against a battery can. nonade his explanations and apologies melted on soundless lips. But the boy was first. In his tlny hand he grasped the weight and, holst- ing it to his slender shoulder, sped with it like a startled hare across the ring and out through the quivering curtain. “Once, twice-once, twiceâ€"whoop- lah!” shouted Hercules, bending swift- ly and throwing his mighty arms be- tween his legs. “Pierrot, Pierrot,” breathed rma’am- Belle, squeezing the cold fingers resting on her saddle. Suddenly the giant stepped before the weight and faced the high priced seats. Above his head he raised his hands. “Once, twice, thrice!" On the third call he would swing and grasp and juggle with the dead weight as with a toy. Click! Click! Pierrot, and only Pierrot, heard it. The violins and the flutes were mur- dering sound, and the clown’s heart thumped his chest like a drumstick beating the time. Click! Click! Up went the trapdoor, and a boy, a very little boy, hatless, but with a sun crisped thatch of curly hair, struggled through the ring. For a moment he hesitated, blinking his big blue eyes in the glare of light; then quick as a flash he was over on the big carpet star. “Ha!” In a moment he was there before them, smiling and bowing, a Spangled vision in scarlet and gold, a miracle of physical strength and big- ness. He stretched out his long right arm, his left, too, and the muscles of them rose up like plaited whipcords. Then he breathed, and every man breathed “nth hhn. IIe broke a poker across his thigh, and the cheers rang wild and deafening. He looked at the weight, at the trapeze above, at ma’am- selle with critical eye, and again the audience cheered. If before they had doubted the claims in number eight, it was evident now that they be- heved. ‘ Mirabeau? White as chalk beneath her mask, she held her breath and glared from her steed at Pierrot. And Pierrot? Eyes bulging outward, he transfixed the little trapdoor in the belting below the orchestra stand. “Hercules, Hercules!” The excited whisper gathered force and chased along and Up and down the tiers. Jauntily the manager advanced and made a brief announcement. Two blue coated, quick action grooms spread out a brilliant carpet star, and two others, red faced and with straining arms and shoulders doubled over, brought on the plaything of the giant. But now it was number eight on the programme, and all eyes were focused on the performers’ entrance. And so it was arranged. Came 8 o’clock dinging and dying amid railway siding sounds, and six items, like snow in a tropical sun, had melted from Barkalow’s big wonder list. Comanche Bill, pink nosed and piebald, with Mirabeau, was prancing around the mammoth ring. Whoop, whoop, whoop, whooplah! Crack! Through ribbon ring after ribbon ring the ma’amselle jumped, landing al- ways fair and dancing on her plush platform saddle. Suddenly whoop, whoop, swish! A tissue drum went into shreds, and Pierrot stepped down from his pedestal and looked proudly at the lady. “Hurrah, hurrah!” The audience cheered and clapped their hands. “Well done, well done!” indeed !” lea, splendid. “I’ll write to Barkalow. You get a bonus for thisâ€"ha, ha! And we can stave ofl challenges for one night, eh? Tomorrow we'll invite in- spection. Very good, sir, v-very good, lite. Git two of the grooms, Dan’l and Pete, sir; I know ’em well enough. They’ll persplre an’ purtend a blt when they bring it on. Savez the ldee, hey? I reckon you do, sirâ€"ha, ha!” “Ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the manager heartily. “Splendid, Hercu- “What way 1" snapped the manger. “It'eâ€"it’a the papler mache weight. air; light as a feather. Iâ€"I used to practice with it," stammered Hercu- les. “But theyâ€"they wouldn't know it from the real thing, sir; not on your fl “Every time the other {eller got. in!” "How many times has he the office?" “It is unpleasant.” said the King, “yet it might be endured. You are trifling with me; turn the screw so that I may really feel pain similar to that you felt." Carstairs gave a sharp turn. The King shouted with pain, and when re- leased Said that under such agony he would have confessed to anything, true or false. Some time after he became conti- dential secretary to William 111., and was presented with the instrument by which he had been tortured. The King, wishing to see the measure of fortitude necessary to endure the terrible torture without making a confession of some sort, placed his thumbs in the machine and told (tar. stairs to turn the screw. He turned slowly and cautiously. William Carstairs, the Scottish divine, was Suspected of being im~ plicated in the Rye House Plot. but when put to the excruciating torture of the thumbscrcws he endured it heroically, without confessing or hu- plicating others. “Nu, madan never talk of \I all the world! " “Come on, Paco’ ” in a gracious humor hear of our faults.” The very first time they again mot however, Pace was as bad as ever. “Come on, Pace.” said the Queen 3__ __._‘-_ Sh; rp Pace. Pace, jester to Queen Elizabeth, was so bitter in his retorts upon Her Majesty that he was forbidden her presence. After an absence of some time friends interVened and eutreatcd Her Majesty to receive him back into favor, engaging for him that he would be more guarded in his wit for the future. “You are much given to fault-find- ing, I know, but I fancy you will find nothing missing here.” Ono Fault. The Emperor Francis of Germany one day took Laudvrer, his eccentric Court chaplain, over his model farm at Laxenburg. On entering the stab- les, which were floored with marble, and fitted up in the most luxurious style, the Emperor said to his com- panion: “Nothing: Your if: sofa for each horse " He was once presented with an address by an Irish municipal body, and by way of Special compliment the document was composed and read in French. After listening to it the prince rose and, speaking in English, expressed his gratitude, but added that he could not. reply to the address as he would have wished, since it was his misfortune not to understand the Irish language! Met Bl. Match. King Frederick William III. (of Prussia) was very spare of words. One day he learned that there was at Toplitz, where he was drinking the water, a Hungarian magnate still less talkative than His Majesty him- self. An opportunity for a meeting was soon managed, and the follow- ing conversation took place, the King beginning: “Bathing?” “Drinking,” was the reply. “Soldier?" “Magnate.” “Good.” “Policeman?" “King." “Compliments." Prince Lucien Bonaparte, who died in 1891 at the age of seventy eight, was a nephew of the gnut Emperor. He was a notul philolo- gist, and lived long in l‘lngland. The following story used to be told of him. “They let me laugh as much as I like," replied the Prince Imperial. “But, he added, referring to his- marck, who had come on a visit. to Napoleon III., the Prince’s fatherâ€" “What I don’t like is to be obliged to smile and look pleasant to mm who I know are my father's enemâ€" ies.” The future King of Spain, id 8. lugubrious tone, replied, “Not to laugh at the theatre when 1 am amused!” “Windsor, sir, Windsor,” said Mr. Browning. Of course, the Prince and everyone laughed heartily. No Laughing Matter. The Prince Imperial, killed in South Africa in 1879, was one day talking with the young King of Spain, then Prince of Asturias. “What, " asked the former, is the lesson you find hardest to learn ”’ “What a beau£iful‘i)1ace!"flhe ex- claimed, as he looked at the picture. “Somehow, I seem to know it. I think I must have been there!” an engraving of Wifidsdx Castle, fak- en from a point of view unfamiliar, perhaps, to the young Prince. Several amusing stories have been told of the late Duke of Clarence, who was King Edward’s eldest son. The Prince was visiting his friend and tutor, Mr. Oscar Browning, at the latter’s rooms in Cambridge Uniâ€" versity. There hung upon the walls Charles. ”I am only 'an Emperor. and must make the best of it." Author’s am. On being presented with the second volume of Gibbon's “Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," His Royal Highness the Duke of Gloucesâ€" ter (George III.'s brother) received the distinguished author with great aflability, saying to him, as he laid the “quarto" on the table: “Anoth- er dâ€"â€"â€"- thick, square book! Al- ways scribble, scribble, scribble! Eh, Mr. Gibbon?" conductor. ’3 ' ‘Well it madam," replied Paco what if discouraged. In: Seamed Familiar Stranga Llngo. Majessy, except a 9’ ’, was the reply. ; "now we shall be helped.’ ' replied for “Great Scott!” exclaimed Askew, with mock dismay. “How did we ever get into such a sentimental discussion -â€"two good comrades like you and me? By the way," he went on quickly, “have I happened to mention to you that I’m going 0! for “whileâ€"possibly for good? “It’s an excellent business otter. but “But what about the woman-~the poor rich woman? Perhaps-perhaps she might hate her richesâ€"she might Just loathe them. But what could she do? Perhaps they came to her and she could not get rid of them any more than she could change the color of her eyes or the shape of her nose! And what if, in spite of it all, she loved you? Shouldn’t you consider her at all '1’" Miss Vance, the haughty Miss Vance, the heiress of the Vance millions. re- garded him demurely. She was a person who was accustomed to having her wishes complied with. She won- dered vaguely what it' was about the man before her that made her ready, eager even, to step down from the re- gal position she had always occupied and sue for his favor; why in her eyes he should seem the king! And when at last she spoke her voice was almost wistful. He fenced manfully. “\\:ell,ivvtvl;i-nk I should clear out. It would be the best thing to do in a case like that.” “What would you do assuming that in spite of yourself you should fall in love with an heiress?” she persisted. For a moment her heart turned to ice. Then the blood flowed hack warm and strong, and she understood. He was taking this stand in the hope of throwing her of! the track, because his fantastic sense of honor put him out of the running, and he wished to divest himself even of the interest that an undeclared love might arouse in her. She could have laughed for very joy at his disseuihling. “Never in the world !” was the dellh- erate reply. “Never!” Then he added coolly, “But I should be careful not to do anything so asinlne as to fall in love with a rich girl in the first place, knowing, as I do. that the money mak- ing talent ls not one to which I can lay claim.” “Do you mean to say,” she blurted out, with schoolgirllsh lmpetuosity, “that you would not tell her that you loved her?" For the second time she paused with a confused impression that the air of the room was suddenly exhausted and that breathing was by no means the simple, natural matter it had always seemed. “Do you mean to say that it you hap- pened to fall in love with a rich wom- an-andâ€"and”-â€"- “And '2” he interrogated. “And she loved youâ€"or you had rea- son to think that she did"â€" Few of her associates would have recognized the expression that soften- ed and glorified the face of the “haugh- ty Miss Vance,” as she was called be- hind her back, as she turned more ful- ly toward Donald Askew and demand ed softly: Moreover. she was loved by him! She knew it, though he had never by so much as a word admitted it. She was as sure of it as she was of her own love for him. and at the were thought the blood danced riotously through her veins and her head invol- untarily went up. No queen could be prouder, no mere woman more hum- ble, than that thought made her. Always he would be complete master of himselfâ€"and of her! He would love her with a tenderness strong and deep. In her own domain she would be su- preme, but that domain would never be coextensive with his own larger life. And yet, to the tips of her fin- gers. she felt that she would rather be loved by him than by any other man in the world! Askew was a man of thirty, with a square jaw, strongly cut features and that pronounced air of masculinity that caused Miss Vance to reaP.ze with a thrill that to such a man his manhood,- as he had said, must be first! It could not possibly be otherwise. Deep down in his heart of hearts a woman might reignâ€"loved with the passion that only such natures can feel, but never really dominating his life. Considering that the two were pla- tonic friends of several years’ stand- ing, the air of the drawing room seem- ed curiously surcharged with meaning. Though they sat in silence with their eyes fixed upon the open fire for some time after Askew’s last remark, each was fully aware of the other’s thoughts, and each listened to the reg- ular ticking of the clock with a vague impression that the sound was om- inous with love and heartbreak. “Yes, I think I do." he resumed 1m- perturbably, “so high a value. in fact. that I would place it above all sus- picion-above even the suspicion of suspicion!" he ended in an emphatic tone. “You plaice a high value upon love!" she murmured, and despite her efforts there was a little catch in her breath. “00, no," concluded Askew, retard- ing his hostess intently with Just that touch of cool mastery in his glance which always made her wonder if the telltale blood were rising in her cheeks and which. at the present moment, caused her somewhat haughty eyes to avoid him, like quivering, cornered ani- mals. “A man's manhood is a greater thing even than his love! And the poor man who asks a rich woman to marry him is like the chap who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage.” WMvaMW ty-flve. V - _â€"o\.u. tallill apart over some scourse too In for the general p xt mornim and I saw “300" game on the 1m tam opposite whore we had climi Just here I will risk a generalizu When a trzmtwr tells you he In. so many hunjred head of gt has not wanted them. but be what he says. (‘mintryfi’ mentions a clrcumm which will perhaps recall to natun and hunters some miscalculatio: their own. 119 had traveled acro- coutluont in the hope of killing I goats, and of course he Ind ! goats in his eye. Opflcal Exauernflon. Owou Wistcr. writing of his at once with “The White Goat am Country," mentions a oil-mim- “I’m a brute, a perfect brutal growled. “to have made you do It! “You're the brute I love, thOI was the whispered answer. the world but a proud, sensitive covered with womanly shame. B that vision his pride went down. leaning forward. be buried his in her iap. A moment later her tom-lied his hair. Then his vision cleared, and he nothing, was conscious of nothtl ed out as the man who marrii rich Miss Vance. to have it said i that he had feathered his nest these and kindred possibilities a in his mind and gelled his Ipii yond endurance. Donald Askew sat as It can while the struggle between prld love went on within him. To be “That's just what she wants to leaped from her lips. “She wan! give it all to you. You seeâ€"I- speaking for her. She isn’t in the] of saying things like this to me she doesn’t know'exactly how it. But she wants you to know: she thinks you the one man in world; that her faith in you is so I that she even dates to tell you tl sheâ€"10v esâ€"youâ€"analdâ€"becaule knows that if she has made a m and you do not care for her be as truthful with her as she has: with you." ' “Poor thing!” sighed Askew ingly. “What a pity she can't with me!” “Well"â€"-ber voice was sligh . certain. but her eyes' looked in without waveringâ€"“you see, them poor rich girlâ€"a girl who has 101‘ money and who just hates it bed it is always cutting her off from the things and people she cares fol “Duncan,” she said bravely, “a something to tell you. Perhaps other woman in the world would I and perhaps you’ll hate me for it"! "Hate you !" he interiupted in I whose derisive incredulity was 1 to her ears. “Hate you! I can ' inc 3 good many things. but not 1 Askew smiled assent and on with her request. Then he with the lighted cigar between I gers and gave her a long look. she returned unflinchingly. W effort she began to speak. “You might light a cigar if n one about you,” she suggested slcally. “It would be a favor h you would. Men are always In proachable when they’re II aren’t they?” “Remember. Smithson. I an be disturbed,” she threw a! shoulder to the butler. 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