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UlVJl 1 i J1 Vyl\IJLitJ BY ELLIS PARKER BUTLER Copurioht. 1021, bp The McClurc Xew.ipaprr Spndicntc. . , ? ,1U , ... ?? .. .. .. , ... . ,. , ? Author of ' I Igs is Pigs ami the famous "Pliilo (?ubb and "Jabcz Bunker Stories. >- ?? ANDROCLES JONESj AS .1 matter of fact, his name' was m t Androc'.es but Orley Jem x. j.n?l ho was commonly I'aiicl * t?.ly" for three reus r.s: , ?oily" 1? ni i ur.l.ke Orley and made a sroixl substitute for it In a com pany wh* re substitute names were the rub\ The o?r| hands of the H"g-' gins-Weltshow.s had an Invariable method of hazing a newcomer?they called him out of his proper name, i This had the effect of showing that the new hand was an unimptrtant bit of nothlng-nt-all and put him in las proper place at once. If his name was Mike they called him Algernon until he had writhed lute a proper state of meekness or had objected and been beaten into a right state of mind. Then his now handle , was softened to Algv, and if he proved to be a good fellow, he might become A I. hut never?as long as he 1 was with the Hoggins-Welti bunch ! ?was he Mike again. Even Katie O'Hare, whose ring-! name was Mile. Rosa Montmorency, was Susie to all connected with thej show, and old Hoggins, safe In his office In the Metropolitan Tower in , New York most of the time the show 1 was on the road, was '"Biff" Hog-1 gins. The name had something to1 do with the fact that he had once owned a cheap Wild West show, a ? paltry imitation of Buffalo Bill's' outtlt. and had thus won the distinc- j tion of being dubbed "BifTalo Bull." The two other reasons for the1 name were that Orley Jones had a! certain gentleness that might, by' extreme stretching, be called unctu- : ous. "Orley. Hey?" said Codge Biggs. | when he had asked the new man's i name. "Well, you look Oily, all > right!" And the name clung, and It I clung the tighter because Mr. Jones [ had a way?due to his New York, birth?of saying "I had to get up oily this motnin'," or "The oily boid | gets the wolm." The little man, with his eyes set j to? close together and his general j air of having served a long term as a sweepout In a cheap barroom, j Joined the Hoggins-Weltz crowd at i Davenport, Iowa. How he ever hap- j pened to be at Davenport was a) mystery, but ho was down on his luck and ready for any kind of meal tlcket, and when Codge Biggs, our | canvas-man, had knocked out three j drunken rough-neck stakemen with one of the iron-cupped blue tent stakes. he took O.ly and two othor hungry-looking fellows to fill the vacancies. At Iowa City, Oily dou bled with the camels, leading one of the tan-colored brutes In the, parade, and the camel bit his arm. ?. He had no luck with an.mals. If he ' stood in front of the cockatoo-case! for two minutes, the birds went i crazy with rage. They seemed to' take Oily as a personal insult of j some sort and screamed their heads j half off. Vou may have read of men wno can go Into the woods and s.t dowg. | and -n a few minutes'squirrels come! up and kiss them, and- dicky-birds | come and roose on their shoulders. | and beavers and badgers and things1 come and purr agamst their legs.! Oily was Just as different from this j as he could be. Eveh pink-eyed rab- i bits tried to bite him. They say the ' reason some men make such a hit I with animals Is because they are j innocent of heart and mind. If that! is so, Oily must have been the j roughest kind of a sophisticated' criminal. ? i That was one reason Oily was as-' signed to the animal-tcnt. Nothing i makes such a hit with the crowd as to have the animals yowl and Jump,1 at the cage-bars and show mean- j ness, and all Oily had to do w-as to) walk around inside the tent to have j a wave of yowls follow him. Even ; the guinea-pigs In the Happy Family j would try to bite the cage-bars when j they saw Oily. And it takes some thing to make a guinea-pig show' ferocity. Oily was the only thing it ever knew that could do it. We had a Jap with the show once | who used u kind of hair-oil that j drove the trained seals crazy. Ho i was a little fellow and about fifty j vears old. and his star stunt was to j go away up In the top of the big top : and fasten his little wisp of hair to | a pulley and slide down a long wire. | banging by the hair and whirling i around and around until a couple of j rough-necks caught him Just as he j reached the ground. Along In '93 his ! hair began to come out. and he wrote 1 to an uncle of his In Vladivostok j for some of this hair-oil. I guess It was one of the good old family remedies he knew about; anyway. It' was so strong that if the Spaniards had heard about It In time they j wouldn't haveMiad to invent garlic. J The first time Yama Toy came Into the big top doped up with the t stuff, the eight trained seals were doing their stunt on the stage be- ! tween the two big rings. They gave 1 one whiff, said something that j counded like a seasick army and j scooted! One of them went Into :?f clown's giant fake tuba l.ke a snail j into a shell, and he went In so far j and so hard that we had to cut the tuba off him w.th a can-opener. Hs, head was Jammed Into the funnel of j the tuba so hard that one of us had j to hold down one of the keys of the j tuba so the seal could get a breath.; Fverytimo the seal drew a deep., trightened breath the tuba piayod a note. It was B flat below the scale.! nnd whenever I hear that note now I can smell Yama Toy's halr-oll. ! There must have been something about Oily Jones that had this effect ; on all the birds and beasts. I don't: know whri It was. and neither did : (?hy. L .ter on we trle.J every way I pos* ble to discover what It was; but' that conies lator in this story. It j wasn't sophisticated criminality.! Aioag about the time when Oily was, '??etng of love, and when he used to fee- t me all his troubles, he told me vlth tears in his eyes he had never, done a naughty deed, and I believe) him. Maybe It whs Just that the; animals did r.<*t like his looks. Per- j haps they d d not I ke his eyes. We ^ Tied to figure out that It wm his st ent?every man and animal has a distinctive one. as bloodhound-own ers know Anil we tried diet. Oily was fond of onions, and we thought maybe that was It. He went without onions for weeks, and It made nrt difference. We tried rubb'ng cotton j ? ?n Oily and then putting,the cotton in the capes with the brutes. You know how a dog or a cat or any j other animal will go for anything scented with a scent they don't like, j Well, they paid no attention to cot ton scented with Oily. They Just d'd I no like him. During those days Oily just moped around the show and1 didn't care whether he lived or died, i It was on account of Pink. Th.s Pink person was a widow and j :i voting one, and one of the finest i girls with the show. I knew her be-1 fore she married Morris, who was her hrst husband and who was killed in the big blow-down in Kansas In '11, and 6he always was Just about as tine as they make them. Morris I had never cared much for. He was a good enough clown but a sour iempered Individual. I read a story sonio fellow wrote and got published it. a magazine, and although he changed the names, anybody would know It was about P.nk and Morris (we used to call him Orunt, he was always so complaining), and it had a lot of stuff about how Grunt lay under the big stick, crushed and holding link's hand?you know, the "only a clown but human after all" ?stuff. That story would make a horse weep, but It wasn't any of It so. The big stick hit him on the head and he never knew what hit him. If he had known, his last words would have been "Sue the show! We can get damages for this! "* . As I said. Grump Morris was a good-enough clown, but he was not much of a husband. Pink gave him j all the weeps he deserved, and I guess she didn't think much of marrying again until Oily Jones be gan to make up to her. Now, there's another thing not many people know or think about. The kind of man that makes the big hit with the Inno cent birds and beasts, like I men tioned, don't stand one-two-three with the ladles, as a general rule. You can take that or leave It. but It is so. Maybe the dames have an Inside liking for killers?soldiers and big-game hunters and such always seem to make a hit w.th them, some how. I give It up; I've got other things to figure out. at the end of a show-season when we've had rain once every day and sometimes twice and then some. An/ua/, vit? ocTjiucu iu OMBMU pretty well with all the dames in the show?Pmk, cspec.ally. Come to think cf It. ho must have stood In with me pretty well, too. although 1 never thought of that until this min ute! Come to think of it, I did push him along pretty fast, rushing htm 1 up from canvas-man to what you might call my general assistant In j half a season. But Oily was a handy man, and ho could get things done. He was oily, that way. He had a brain, and he greased the trouble paths with It so things slid easily. I've got to drive around the block like, and get back to Pink Morris. Maybe you'll bring her to mind without my telling you any more If I say her ring name is Princess Cara. Ves, I thought you'd remember her! She was just the best little handler of the big cats we ever had. and one of the best the world has produced. There's a lot of bunk about handling the big cats, and there's a lot that isn't bunk. Those who think any one like Pink is in mortal danger every minute she Is in the big cage have it all wrong, and those who think the trainers are as safe In the cage with the big cats as they would be at home in bed are Just as wrong. You get one of the trainers to strip ?get any of them to strip?and you won't find one that Is not scarred up. The reason Pink wears her fleshings to her wrists is because one urm Is so marred the public would turn sick to see it. One of the cats clawed her there. The truth Is that the eats have their days. Some daya they are as sweet oa pigeons, and again they are as mean as rattlesnakes. Some days one cat will be cross and all the rest will behave like little angels; another day they will all be cantankerous; another day thoy will ail l>e good. Once In a while you'll tind a cat that Is good all the time. I remember, when I was a kid on my father's farm, we had a bull that was so sweet-tempered a chipmunk could push it out of the way. Pink had one cat like that. It was a big he-lion with a mat of beard and mane and big yellow eyes and the sweetest temper any brute ever had. I'll tell you what he was like: he was like one of these big. heavy haired orators they grow out West who 6tand up on a platform and shake their manes and howl and i look grand and ferocious and then go home and eat half a soup-plate of milk toast and call It a full meal. That was like old Leo. He was a . star poser. He was the noblest cat j I ever saw. did the lino-rampant act [ to perfection, yowled like a blood- i thirsty hyena, and never even acted annoyed except when he had eaten t"o many chocolate creams and felt satiated. I believe that if he hadn't been ashamed to be seen doing it, he would have eaten hay Instead of | meat. 1 All this did not make Pink d a- i like Jen Hp was the darling of her heart. You don't require a collie d">g' t<> ho ill-tempered In order to love It. and neither was It necessary for Leo to be ferocious to keep Pink's love. , .lust about worshipped that dear old lion. She used to call him her i / V big boy and her Mg hahy and nthc pet names, and she always said that when she retired from the sawdust ring she would take I.-o with her, no matter what happened t<< her other big cats. I t"U| her a couple of things about Manhattan Janitors and what they would think of a lip dog like I.eo, who was as big as a pony and looked as fierce as he wasn't, but Pinky said she had about as much use for a flat in Manhattan as for n submarine, and that when she retired-she meant to have a nice little farm on a Catsklll hillside with a good timber-lot where Leo could roam around?and oat beech-nuts, I suppose and He down with Pinky's j lambs. If the lambs were not too [ fierce for company for the dear old (cat! Yes, Pink was a nice girl, and the ! net she pulled off in the big ring I cage at each performance was all It was cracked - up to be on the big posters. She had all the big-cat stunts and some sho had Invented on her own hook, and when sho stepped j Into the cage in her short spangled skint and her ribboned sandals, w th her short bull-whip in one hand and a reliable forty-four in the other, she always made a hit. She had a big lot of brown hair and a way of | doing It up with a little red-and-gold ! turban on top of It that made her , look like a real queen rf beauty, and | she was all that and more. Sho had I a heart of solid gold. I <Jon't know Just when Oily made J himself prominent in her notice first, I think the first she ever thought of htm was with annoyance. He wor | ried her Leo terribly. Ix>o had the same feelings toward Oily that every other animal had. and when Oily would pass Leo's cage, the dear old thing would Just yowl with rage. He would bounce around the cage and yawp and carry on In an awful man ner. He would Jump at the bars and bite them and get all worked up and nervous. He would get so mud he would fairly weep and the tears would run down his Jowls, and Pinky said it upset him so that he would be like another lion for an hour afterward. All this had one effect; It made Pinky notice Oily. Tliey had one , big fow over it, and then Oily came I J and begged her pardon like a little! ! man.. from then on they w;ere to gether a lot.- Probably Oily fell In : love when she gave him that rake j over. At ahy rate, we all knew, be fore long, that Oily was head over heels and that Ihnky was favorably | ) inclined. We expected to hear any j l day that they had been marr'ed be ! tween the afternoon and evening i performances. Then Oily came to me looking like | a lost soul. j "Mack," he said (my right name being John Roger Weltz), "what f would you do if you loved the nicest ' little goll In the wotld and she hand- j I eu you one that put your hopes on j ice?" 'What's Pink been handing you , now?" 1 asked. Oily seemed surprised that I had i guessed the girl was Pink. "How did you know she was the ' goll?" he asked but without much j I spirit. "Well, no matter! She's the, | (lame I mean. Mack, she's willing to marry me?" "Oh. that part is fine enough!"] Oily said. "Sure, the big show is all j I right. Mack. She's willing to be tied. Pink Is: but?say, did you know Morris?" ' Liko a book," I said. "Say. is It a fact he stood for ( bein' married in the rtng-cage with all tbem cats?" ' Then I knew. O.ly d dn't have to ] tell me another word. P.tik and1 Morris had been married at the eve- 1 i :iing performance one night when ; we showed at Dallas. It was a great stunt, and advance news of It had | Allen the tent so full we hail to walk ; the elephants single file In the grand cniry to keep them from stepping on the Texans who were sitting oil the sawdust at the foot of the blues. It was a great stunt, and Pinky never tired telling about it. and it; was such a good stunt that every cat-frnlncr that got married after that had the wedding pulled off1 In the ring-cage. I could see why she had suggested the same thing to' 1 Oily, it was profess I >tial pride. It t 1 was h? r own stunt, and If the other | I eat-tralnt-rs were stealing Iter stuff, i and being married in the cage. Pink j wasn't going to pass the chance to i make g>?,.d at it again. Oily poked at the sawdust with his toe, "Say, Mack," he said, " she knows a preacher who thinks he's a regular Daniel. The beasts and birds ail love him to that extent that they cry for hint at night. He's willing I I to l>e inside the cs.ge when he ties! the knot. Nice little party, ain't It? I Me and Pink and the eats and the J i preacher ail caged up and saying the j j till-death-us-do-part stuff!" He smiled a sickly smile. "Say, Mack. ( j you know how them cats love me, j , don't you? Death would us part Just j about the minute I stepped Into that J j cage with them cats!" "You Jet me talk to that P.nk per- | j son. Oily." I said. "She's a reason-1 ? able creature, for a woman, and I! guess I can tlx this up for you." I He almost kissed mv hands. I h?d a long confab with Pink. She ! was a reasonable creature, as I bad said, nnd before I had talked half an j hour, she began to see that the mar riage wouldn't amount to much In j 1 the end if the big cats ate Oily be-1 fort he had tim*> to say "I do!" I "I'll tell you. Mack," she said, ''I'm , not pig-headed. I'll say right now i ? that when the tent-pole caved In i Morris's head, I made a resolve that I ! if I was ever fool enough to marry j again. I'd be married In the ring-1 I cage with nl! my cats rght there as ; | bridesmaids and ushers, but I'm no I j stubborn Jade. I like Oily too well J I to chuck him Just because he don't' p like my cats. Some of 'em are nasty [ I brutes. Mack." j "All cats are," I said. "Not Leo, Mack!" she said re ' proachfully. "Well, I wouldn't hardly call him j | a cat," I said. "I'd call him a cot-j j tago cheese, except that that's a; ! rather wlldlsh thing to call I.eo." j "You mean thing!" she said. pre-. ; tending to pout. "I ought to spat i your face for that, but I won't. Now,' | about Oily: I'll give up tho cat ( : Idea." I "link," I said, "you art Just as i white as they make them these days.! you are!" She smiled. "I know I am, Mack." she said, i ' Maybe I like Oily., too. Maybe that, has something to d> with it. 1 don't ' suppose," sh?? added as I was turning ; to hurry away and tell Oily, "that! Oily would mind being married In i the ring-cage if'I had no eats In the! cage?" I stopped short and looked at her. ! She was as sober ns a Judge. "Why. no!" I said. "Why should1 I he? The cage won't bite him. will! It?" j "Then it Is all settled," she said ga.vly. "We'll be married In the r;ng-cage in the big top any night l>erf<>rmnnee Oily chooses. Just before the big cats are let Into the cage. You can tell him." I turned to go again. I was half way out of the tent. "Mack!" she called. I turned back. "Of course." she said, hanging. onto the words ns if she hated to let ' them sMp from her, "Oily won't mind ' having a cottage cheese In the cage." I "A?a wht^?" 1 cried, and then 11 remembered what T had called I.ro. j I went right back to where P.nk was i standing. "Now. s?e here. I'ink." 1 said severely, "a Joke Is a Joke. You , know as well as I do that that is all ' that o!d l^o cat is?a hunk of cot tage 'cheese, if that's what you want' him'called; but you don't want to( worry the life out of Oily Just be cause I called that brute of n I<co a fancy name. I^co may he cottage cheese to me. but he's not that to. Oily. He's a lion to Oily?a king of beasts." I saw then I had offended her. | right enough, by railing thn old nnl- ! mal a cottage cheese. It was one case of calling by a fake name that; was a bad mistake. "I cannot Imagine any man being coward enough to be afraid of being locked In a cage with a cottage ??hecsc." she said haughtily. "That's, my ultimatum. You can carry it to | Oily." i Well. I carried it and I give you my wore! it weighed a ton. 1 found C?ilv ju.st where I had left him. and h-' looked up with h pc in Id." close set f.vs, 1 had to blast it. I blasted , as gently as 1 could. "Oily," I said. "P.nk If a fine girl. She's going to giv< up the idea if having the dang'Teiis en's in the i cage with you." Oily looked at me suspiciously. "She acted fine." ] hurried on t ?1 say. "There Isn't a mean hone In her body. Oily. All she wants now [ Is to he married In the ring-cage? nothing in it hut hrr and you and the minister and that old-cotton wool lma-haa lamb Leo." "And 1 thought you were my j fritnd, Mark!" O.ly said In a tone! that would have mad* an iron hydrant weep, it made me rather j hot. I had fought it out with Pink ? and argued with her and all. and this was what I cat tor my pains. I think Oily and rink talked It over at full length after that. I d ire say eaoh was right from a pers oia! point of view. I'ink couldn't see how happiness eotild result from the marriage if Oily was always to h"* in mortal fear of Leo, and she could not think of giving up 1a.m. Tlio old cot tage choose was almost like a brother to her, and I couldn't blame her for feeling as she did about the old beast. If she did as she intended and took a farm In the mountains and expected Leo to roam around the > place, Oily would have to get used ti i the lion or lead an unhappy and, probably dismembered life. As Pink looked at it, it was up to' Oily to learn to love Leo and liv e in | harmony with him. As O Iv looked, at it the mnrrlagc in the ring-cage would all right for P.nk and mitt-' Ister: Pink was the lien's chum, and he would not hurt her: and the min- , ister would ho safe enough in the cage because Leo would be so busy rending Oily limb from limb that the ! big beast would have no time to pay I nticntion to the m.nister. Put Oiiy j felt he would have a d'sagreeahlc and j hiood-soakod time In that cage. That year we had one clown with us by the name of Sam Schmidt. His ring name was Shivers, and we railed l.'m '"ish, and ho had one act that was a hummer. I* was a flown school, .-ill pantomime, and ho was j the tenohor: it was s> g ?? -.1 wo gave j him tho l?lg stage for his act and | didn't run-anything ??'so at the s.im" j time exc- tho eight elephants in j .No. 1 ring end tho eight-stallion a t in Ring 2. Wo had to ki op th-* clowns off the hipp' dri.mo track ? while the stallions ware in tho ring. | anyway, because th" stallions are : bad actors when tin* clowns are, loose on the track, ltut Irish appre ciated the stage privileg ? Jus: the > same, and he did al! lie could t >, build up his act and mrk" it good, j At tho stnrt ho used any rid prop- J erty hook in his act. hut as it grow, j ho got particular about properties, j and ho dug up an old road tig-hook to use in the act. He was sitt ng in . the dressing-tent one day reading , this book when Oily dropped in. "Oily." Irah said, "it's a p ty you > came from tho Rowery instead of, from the desert. You ni ght have j pulled this stunt on old I.e." "What stunt?" askrd Oily. "What it says her" about this old | guy Androeles.'' said Ir.sh. and ho | tossed the bunk to Oi'v. I suppose you know the Androeles 1 tale. He was an old 'Irook follow. I and ho wont out into tho desert, picking cranberries I suppose, an.l up came a lion with a thorn in its, foot, and Androdes took out tho; thorn and off trotted the lion Prob- | ably lie forgot all about it. for soar* i years later ho turned Fhrist an and i was pulled for it and the king saidj he had to be fed to the big eats on whatever was the Greek Fourth of July. So all the steady show-patrons eiowdod into the Mg top. and An droeles was shins into tho arena.! seared stiff, and the rage was ' v heeled In and a big lion pried out bv tho rough-necks. Mister Lion j gave one yowl and stru t d for An- ! flnx-les, saying. "Here's nu break- I fast-food all served e.n i china J plate!" Rut Just when Androeles j shut his eyes and got ready to lie j eaten in two bites, the lion stopped J short, laughed a merry laugh and j walked over and kissed Androclcs on j both cheeks. It was the lion An- ? drocles had unthorned. Of course, they tried to make the lion nibble j Androclcs. They got pepper and, sr.lt and tried that, and then they ! tried to serve Androclcs with pnw- ! dt red sugar. No u.v! Lion wouldn't cat Androclcs. Well, Oii.v read the story three | times, and then he tore out the pige! and carried it away with hitn and | studied it. It made a big bit with j kirn. Ho would sit across the tent; from I^o and read thnt tale and j then look at LeJi and worder how It would work. F.rnlly lie came to me.; fie gave me the tale to read and I j rend it. j "What do you think of it. Mack?", lie asked eagerly. "Weil, 0>ily," I said. "I don't know! It seems sort of phony tot me. Ton don't remember Bony Harper?he was with us before your time: he was the man that pulled, the ulcerated tooth for the black panther when we were in winter quarters at Ii-> Soto. I never in my i life knew a beast to suffer as that panther d.d with that tooth or to feel better than thnt panther did t after the tooth was out. That should have bet 11 a grateful panther?but! the tlrst chance he got, he reached out of the cage and clawed all ttie i meat off Copy's face." "Ix?o is a naturally go<>d-natured animal." said Oily. 'Oh.'" I said, getting the drift eft his meaning. "So that's it, is it ? ? Weli, Oily, to tell you the truth, I | think this Androclcs stuff is pretty j strep. You can believe it. hut I can't j just see it. If that cot'age cheese?" i "I'd rather you didn't call L?o that. Mack," said Oily gently. "Pink I don't like that. I just thought that j if. maybe, I.eo should pet n thorn in his foot and I pulled it out?" "Well, it wouldn't hurt to try It.! Oily," I said doubtfully. "Maybe It j would work." j So we tried It. We started with ! 'horns. Oily would go out into the j wood-lot nearest the show-grounds and get thorns?any kind he could! get?atid 1 s -uttered them In the cage. Then Leo would walk around j on them and never know there were i any thorns In the world. I suppose that trending the hard floor of the cage had toughened the o!d cottage iheese's pads until they were like sole-leather. So then we tried tacks ?carpet-tacks and Swedish-iron up holsterv-tacks and any k.nd of ticks that were guaranteed to have sharp points and to be tough and business- J like?and old Leo Just ramped around on them as if they were the (lowers that bloom in the spring. | Oily was just worrying himself to death over It. A gir! like Pinky isn't like a nun tn n nunnery when she Is with a big show, and there were plenty of men around who ... ?.oil.... ... . v.? ?ri c txiuiife .iiiii tu^vr tu tii'; i widow curst? off hrr if she would i give them a chance.' Every time' oily saw one of those wou'd-be hus-' hands talking with l'.nk Im would, simply writhe in Jealousy and rush j out and buy a fresh paper of tacks, j The old he-eat seemed to be punc-' | ture-pronf. Hut he wasn't. He j stepped on a tack and sot it between I his toes along about ten o'clock one | I night when we were showing at a j j little place in Kansas well toward j the end of the season. Oily was worn down to almost ! nothing at all by that time, and he j hardly cared whether he was alive lor dead. Pink had put the big cats ! through their tricks about nine ' o'clock and had gone back to the !bunk-car on the spur to get her 'beauty-sleep, and when I heard Leo i yowl. I guessed what had happened. The sides were up on li^s cage, and the. menagerie top was down and the (cage nut in the lot. hut I hunted up ! Oily and rushed him to the cage. We tnok down the sides. Leo was sitting on h.s haunches! holding up one fore-paw ami licking ! .t between yuwls. When he saw Oily,! he began bouncing around the cage' ? >n three feet, ten times as mud at j Oily as ha was at fit" tack in his : paw. Oily was as white as a sheet. "'On to It!" 1 said. Love cr something gave the little ! narrow-eyed man men nerve than , 1 ever imagined lie could dig up. Ho I must have tcit he was g >iiig to death ; or mutilation, hut he walked right up j to the cage. "I' ime here, vou brute!" he said, j and lie reached between the bars and took Leo l.y his tack-infested paw. I hail a tent-stake ready to Jam into the big cat's face if he tried any ugly business, hut the old cottage cheese was too cowardly and pain- I frightened to make a mean move. M? Just put up his muazle and | yowled, and Oily took the tack by! the head and Jerked it out of the I paw. For a moment Leo yowled: | then he began licking the paw: thui : he went to the back of the cage nndj 'proud out ready to sleep. We put up tho side of the cage. Oily sort of tiptoed away. "I guess that will he all right," he said in a whisper, J.ke a person in a sick-room. "If lie sleeps well, he'll . feel better in the morning." I said J hoped he would and that I hoped the old grannie.of a beast! would have sense enough to know the kindness Oily had done him. ' I hope so," Oily said, but he, hadn't any enthusiasm. "Somehow I don't feel the same way about that Androclrs business. Mack. The more I think about it, the fishier it looks." Well, one of the stunts of our par- : ade was to have old Leo on top of h.s cage with fink sitting Irt a chair' with one foot on his hack. Of course, i tho old Hon was chained to a ring in the cage-top. but it was a good stunt and made a Lit with the < rowds. The day after Oily had done the r Ai drocles stunt the parade started for town. O.lv was cutting across ( the show-lot on some business or j other, and he passed near Leo's cag"1. j The moment Leo saw him he pricked ' up his ears and yowled. Oily stop-! ped short and looked, of course, and j the next moment Leo made a leap for him. Pink shouted and struck at the big cat with her bull-whip, but she was either too lnte or the lion did not mind her blow, for he hurtled off the top of the cage to ward Oily. He hurtled Just exactly the length of the chain and stopped with a Jerk and slammed back against the side of the cage, hanging there by the neck as if he was try ing to commit suicide by hanging. He kicked and clawed and scratched. P.nk yelled, and some of us climbed to the top of the cage and we all pulled on the chain and hoisted I>?o to the top of the cage again. For a moment he shook his head and swallowed hard and panted, and then his gaze caught Olly's again, and zlpp! over the side of the cage he went again, clawing and scratching and kicking. Well, this time the chain broke! Down the old cat went to the ground, tail first, and fell head over heels. Ho got up and shook himself, pawed his neck where the collar had choked him, looked around for Oily, saw him and started after Oily on the lope! \ Run? Oily went in at one end of the menagerie-tent and was out of the far end of the dressing-tent be fore I^o was fairly started. We saw him make for the fence at the far side of the show-grounds like a scared rabbit and take it in one leap and keep right cn across a plowed field toward the tall timber in the distance. Old Leo went after hlpi like a loping cow, not much for speed but a prize-winner for persis tence. We all started after Leo. I'll say right here that I had as mixed emotions as a man ever had. I didn't know whether Leo would catch Oily or not, and if he did catch him. I didn't know whether he would kill him or kiss him. I didn't know whether Oily would be Androcles II or. plain raw meat. Nobody knew-, not even Ollv. That was why he ran. He had lost all faith in that Androcies business. My gang of rough-necks found Leo somewhere near the middle of the patch of timber, sitting in the leaves and looking puzzled and sur prised. When they led him away, lie would stop and look around and then walk a short distance reluc j t.mtly and stop' and look around ! again. He wanted Oily. The next we heard of Oily was [ on a picture post-card ahowing a I view of the Davenport railway bridge but mailed from 8treator, i Illinois. Pihk showed it to us. It I said: Tou can catch me at Hogaa's [ Lodging House. 33 Bowery, if you want to, but nothing doing in that cage business. Yours till death. O. Jonea. Well, I guess that's all. The next season Pink married a fellow named Murphy and went into vaudeville with her cats, and ao you might gay the story ends happily, but somehow I wish Oily had hung around the circus lot that day until we knew whether that okl cotton-wool baa baa of n lion was going to eat htm or love him. We talk about it a lot. but we don't know yet whether that Androcles stunt would work or not. , I guess wc never will know. , Looked Around for Oil), Saw Him and Started After Oily on the Inipo i The Why of Superstition Ilj H. IRVING KING NEW HOUSES THE superstition that when a family moves into a new house there will shortly be a death in that family is, fortunately, not so prevalent es some others or the housing problem would be greater than it is. Put tho superstition ex ists. The writer knew a man of mil lions. prominent in national affairs, who having bought an estate, hesi tated for years to pull down the old house on it and build a new ona be cause of this ancient superstition. Finally he risked it and died?some twelve years later?and then he was about seventy-six years old. The origin of this superstition is plain. It is a "hangover" from the days when it was thought necessary in order to assure the stability and the good fortune of a new building to propitiate the gods by a human sacrifice. Human beings were en closed In the walls cf buried alive under the corner-posts or pillars of the now edifice. The books are full of instances of this practice which appears to have persisted into early Christian times. There is a castle in Germany where they will show you the place where a child was built Into the walls et Its erection; and tho legend Is well known of how the evil spirits threw down St. Columba's Church on Iona Island as fast as he built It until he had buried a man alive under one of the pillars, when all went well. In Greece today it is said to be the custom of builders to surrepti tiously measure a man's shadow and bury the resulting figures under the new building?the best that can be done in view of the popular prejudice nowadays against human s3<-riftre. And every once in a while you may hear the old saying. 'When the house Is finished th? hearse stands at the door." Some profess to see in the custom of lay ing cornerstones a survival from the bloody practiro of our barbarian ancestors in their building opera tions.