le with
their spears; and our Grecian heroes were reminded of their weapons
which to their regret they were advised to leave in the Odenwald. It was
with intense interest they watched the many different exploits exhibited
in the one-hour's performance. When it was finished, Mrs. Steiner
suggested that they go to the pavilion on the terrace and have rolls and
chocolate while they rested.

This proposition was readily accepted, and just as they finished, Mrs.
Steiner upon glancing at her watch found that it wanted but five
minutes of five o'clock.

"And we were to see the lions fed," exclaimed Fritz.

"You can go," said his aunt, "I will stay here and rest," and she
pointed out the nearest way for them to go. They were just in time to
see the keeper walking to and fro before the cage of the great African
lion, holding upon the point of a long pole a piece of raw beef. The
lion sprang against the stout iron bars which made the cage tremble, and
reached out his terrible claws as if to grasp not only the meat but the
keeper who was watching a suitable moment to toss in the meat. At length
this was done, and the ferocious beast with low growls pounced upon it,
took it between his paws, while his eyes rolled about as if dreading an
enemy who would take it from him, then tore it to pieces and swallowed
it.

The panther was next fed. He took his meat slyly to a distant corner of
his cage to eat it. When the boys returned to Mrs. Steiner she said,
"Now we have not seen all that is to be seen in the garden. Would you
like to stay longer?"

"No, Aunt Fanny," replied Fritz, "I have seen and heard so much that
I don't think I could remember any more," and to this Franz and Paul
willingly agreed, and they set out cheerily for home.

They had enjoyed a charming afternoon and the refreshments that Aunt
Steiner had selected had been so abundant and good that new life seemed
to thrill them as they moved along.

"Look, Fritz," cried Paul excitedly, "there is Pixy."

"Where?" cried the boy, reddening with surprise and joy.

Paul's finger was pointing to a black dog, with head and tail depressed
from hunger and weariness, but Fritz knew his dog.

"Pixy! Pixy!" he cried joyously, and the three boys ran toward him and
the stout well-grown boy who was leading him. As if electrified Pixy
raised his head, and barked from joy as he struggled to break away from
the rough hand that held him. The three boys grasped the rope, but were
pow