. The real Latin quarter . owl, to his fore-legs, and slunk, with the rest, into the180 corner. The Signore turned and bowed. Itwas the little riding-whip they feared, forthey had never gauged its sting. Not theheavy iron bar within reach of his hand,whose force they knew. The vast audiencebreathed easier. An ugly lot, I said, turning to our friendthe manager, who had taken his seat be-side me. Yes, he mused, peering at the stagewith his keen gray eyes ; green stock, buta swell act, eh ? Wait for the grand got a girl here who comes on and doesart poses among the lions ; shes a dream
. The real Latin quarter . owl, to his fore-legs, and slunk, with the rest, into the180 corner. The Signore turned and bowed. Itwas the little riding-whip they feared, forthey had never gauged its sting. Not theheavy iron bar within reach of his hand,whose force they knew. The vast audiencebreathed easier. An ugly lot, I said, turning to our friendthe manager, who had taken his seat be-side me. Yes, he mused, peering at the stagewith his keen gray eyes ; green stock, buta swell act, eh ? Wait for the grand got a girl here who comes on and doesart poses among the lions ; shes a dream—French, too! A girl of perhaps twenty, enveloped ina bath gown, now appeared at the next instant the huge theater becamedark, and she stood in full fleshings, in thecenter of the cage, brilliant in the rays of apowerful limelight, while the lions circledabout her at the command of the trainer. Aint she a peach ? said the manager,enthusiastically. Yes, said I, she is. Has she been inthe cages long? I asked. 1S1. No, she never worked with the cats be-fore, he said; shes new to the showbusiness ; she said her folks live in worked here in a chocolate factoryuntil she saw my ad last week and joinedmy show. We gave her a rehearsal Mon-day and we put her on the bill next a good looker with plenty of grit, andis a winner with the bunch in front. How did you get her to take the job?I said. Well, he replied, she balked at theact at first, but I showed her two violetnotes from a couple of swell fairies whowanted the job, and after that she signedfor six weeks. Who wrote the notes? I said, query -ingly. I wrote em! he exclaimed dryly, andhe bit the corner of his stubby mustacheand smiled. This is the last act in theolio, so you will have to excuse me. Solong! and he disappeared in the gloom. There are streets and boulevards in theQuarter, sections of which are alive with 183 the passing throng and the traffic of cartsand omnibuses. Then one will come to a
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