The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1857-01-08

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stoS wr0TT tS'cn ~ Two raging,
rayciug animals. o sctli Peters thought
only6hat death WIS close to the woman be
loved.
A momnnt more and it had reached her
The hot breath Of the beasts driftcd al.
most across her flying feet. as the miller
rushed by her; for in turning towards the
meadow she had shortened the distance
between him and herself; indeed, at The
farthcst it had only been lew rods
The foremost animal came up to the young
man--tho heavy paws we're placed on his
shoulder--now, Seth Peters, stout arm
and brave heart will only avail YOU
the axe comes down heavily-ft has done
its work well. Do you s"e the bear sink
back with a growl of terror and Of pain,
while the hot blood gurgles up from its
cleft throat
It's mate sees all this, with a responsive
howl of fright and despair, rushcs back to
the woods, and Seth is safe.
Lefty, Lefty, they are gore The voice
swells loud and triumphant to the ear Of
the poor girl, who. still imagining the
bears are pursuing her, rushes on wildly
in the direction of her home. She pauses
a moment. But that clear, strong. tri.
umphant voice sends new tide of hope
through her soul. She turns back. A
few minutes later, and her white face steals
up close to Seth's as he stands there
watching the last gasps of life heayhg the
hugh black frame of the bear.
Lefty, lei US thank God for the great
.deliverance.
They kneel down there together, and
the sad moon and the sweet spring stars
look on them, as the young miller 5 voice
sends up its eloquent thanks to the all
Father.
But Letty's fair head dfoops lowsr and
lower; and when Seth looks once more in
her face, the blue eyes do not answer him.
Poor Lefty, the terror had been too great
for her. No wonder she has tainted with
the great joy Of deliverance from death
Suddenly across the fields breaks the
sound Of many voices. There is a quick
stamping of feet. Jason has given the
alarm and friends and neighbors are rush
ing wildly to the rescue. In less than five
minutes they find the miller seated on the
damp earth with Lefty lying senseless on
his arms; and the dead bear at his feet!
oh! but there were smiles and rcioic-
ings that night at widow Pcasc's, where,
but for the brave heart of Seth Peters,
there had been waiGng despair, and DEATH
1t was long past midnight when Cyrus
and Enoch returned; and somehow their
faces did not look so bright as when they
left, and they settled themselves down
weariy by the fire saying, what, mother,
up watching for US all this time? Well,
We hayh't killed the bear after all!'
mo, but we have, here, you seep was
the old woman's S triumphant response; and
then, to their CALCULATIONS of doubt and
surprise, the old lady detailed the whole
story-indeed, she had sent off Lefty to
bed half an hour before, for tie exclusi 2
enjoyment of this pleasure. Cyrus and
Enoch listened in amazed silence, and at
the conclusion thus briefly and character
istically expressed their opinion Of the
millcrs heroism: 'Waal now, if that don t
beat everything all hollow!'
Thirty days had passed! 1t was a wild.
sobbing night, with one of those storms
that furrow the sweet face of April with
wind, and drenched it with tears.
This time the miller and Lefty Pease
sat alone together, in the ruddy birch
freight of the old kitchen. while the
storm moaned and ba4led without.
well, Lefty, how tid-JJou get on with
the sugar -boiling?' asSd the young man,
drawing his chair a little nearer the girls.
ooh. nicely, Psssre you. though l
couldn't help- -sialIng and looking round
every time tko wind stirred the branchesp
and Lefty shudderod, for even in the dan.
cling fre-light, she seemed to see again
those wild eyes glaring upon her. oh,
Seth! how can | ever be grateful enough
to you for taking care OF me then?'
The miller drew his chair still closer
TO hers, and his voice trembled in its deep
tenderness as it answered, 4 should like
to take care of you always, Lefty
The giTf must haYo 1oH731GsteI gotten at that 'iii-
moment how very nicely Mrs. Williams,
The merchants rife, sounded, for she laid
her hand in that of Seth Peters, and the
birch flames were not ruddier than her
cheek, as she whispered 'Ya may Seth
And through all her happy after life,
we are very certain Lefty pcase never re-
GREETED marrying tIk miller Instead Of
he merchant.