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"Yis, sor," muttered Flaherty, as
he made his way from the other's
The thought of Donna's doom
weighed down his heart He stood
before her cage that night after the
zoo had been closed and watched her
eating her supper. Donna put her
head against the bars and Flaherty
scratchejd it. Donna liked Flaherty to
be near her. In his cage adjoining
Jocko scolded and chattered. But
Flaherty had no heart to pay him
any attention. On the ensuing Sun
day morning Donna was to give up
her life for the worthless Jocko.
That evening Flaherty paid a visit
to the zoo doctor, an elderly German,
who attended all the animals.
"Can't you save Donna's life?" he
The elderly German was an iras
cible man, but he was as sentimental
as most Germans are, and he was
touched by Flaherty's solicitude.
"There may be a chance," he an
swered. "But I doubt it. It's those
fine, strong apes that generally go
off at the least thing. Now if it had
been the other way round, he'd live
through it and flourish. Why, he's
been living for years now with blood
that would kill you or me."
"Doctor," said Flaherty, "is it true
that apes have the same blood as
"Quite true," answered the doctor.
"The difference is, in fact, impercep
"Then phwhy wouldn't a man's
blood do instead of Donna's?" asked
The old doctor looked at him
gravely. "It would," he answered.
"But where are you going to find
the man who will give his blood for
"Here!" answered Flaherty, beat
ing his breast. "Ill do ut, doctor."
The doctor was' at first indignant,
then surprised. Then, after ten min
utes of earnest conversation, he al
lowed himself to be persuaded.
"You must be very fond of Jocko,"
"No !" cried Flaherty. 'But I'm not
going to let a lady like Donna be
killed for the sake of a wretched,
measly, spindly craythur like Jocko.!'
The operation had been performed
successfully. One of the zoo employes
had given away the story, and it had
appeared in all the newspapers. Fla
herty and Jocko were depicted side
by side, in the cage and on the oper
ating table. And Flaherty, pale and
weak, and nursing a bandaged arm,
nursed his wrath also as a constant
stream of reporters and visitors who
had read of the affair came to see
him as he limped about his work.
In Jocko's cage a new Jocko, much
more alert, much fatter, and much
angrier, sat, and he shook the bars
and chattered and swore in simian
language as Flaherty passed.
"He doesn't seem very fond of you,
in spite of what you did for him,"
suggested a lady visitor.
"Look, mamma!" exclaimed a little
girl. "That is the monkey man who
loves Jocko. Does Jocko love the
monkey man as much as the monkey
man loves Jocko, mamma?"
"It doesn't look like it," sneered
a fat man, as Jocko thrust his arm
through the bars and shook his fist
at his keeper.
Flaherty turned away, sick at
heart He could have borne the
sneers and taunts and misunder
standing, if if Donna had known.
But she would never know that he
had saved her from death. When he
went back the house was nearly
empty. He passed Donna, who put
her- head against the bars, and Fla
herty scratched it. In the cage ad
joining Jocko began to chatter at
"Hey! Git back, ye ugly spalpeen,
or I'll knock the head offen you!" he
roared, raising his arm, and Jocko
fled quivering into the recesses of
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