New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-04-20

oDA I AFRlL ~, 1851.
tangible proof of it in q well-defined
scar; and, even now, I could not bear
to write of that nights experience had
not my children's laughter and my low
ing husbands care long since banished
all unnatural gloom from my life.
While had been sitting alone on the
lakeshore, toward the evening. had
heard a distant shot; it scarcely reused
me. A sportsman, thought, had wan
dered from his encampment on the
opposite shore, had seen some game in
our wild woods, killed it, and his canoe
had long since carried him away. In
the gathering darkness I CROPPED my
way back through the familiar little
path and reached my own door. I
alone should pass the threshold in the
future; their feet were still; the busy
feet that had toiled for me, followed me,
and had been ever near me! l was to
60 on my rugged path alone! Heart
sick and overcome, l stopped at the
doo-, and, leaning my head against it,
sohs d in uncomfortable despair. Tired
or length, had grown quiet, and
was just about to lift the latch, when q
faint moan, as of an animal in pain,
and close to me, startled me; then a
death-like silence reigned.
knew I had not been mistaken. l
felt that must forget myself and help
the poor creature in distress. ''It is
very good for strength to know that
some one needs you. to be strong" No
longer hesitating, hurried into the little
cabin, struck light, and went in the
direction whence the moan had reached
my ears. thought of the shot I had
heard. 1t was quite possible poor,
wounded deer was lying in the bushes.
Yes! I could now see it's skin-unmis-
takably fawn- spotted dun-colo It
lay quite still-perhaps that moan had
been its dying gasp!-and so I came
quite close to It, leaned over, and, par
alyzed with horror, saw my mothers
face, only young and very beautiful, as
| she must have looked when girl.
Deathly pale, dead, possibly, she lay
matted hair all about her face and
clothed in doeskin. Just then she STIR
red; it was not death. All wonder
ceased within me, every feeling fed be-
fore the thought that this being, what
ever, whoever she was, might be saved
to live.
dragged her the few steps into the
house, laid her on my hemlock- boughs,
untouched by me since the sickness Wis
tied us. Then I found a wound in the
poor creatures side and bound it up,
bathed her head, and, in the quiet, now
again felt startled at seeing my moth
er's image, young and fair, before me, and
when at length her great eyes opened,
| felt it must be that sister lost to me
till now, and sent back in this sad hour
to take my mothers place. Ileaned
forward, in an access of tenderness, to
welcome her, when look of fright, an
animal-like, wild terror took possession
Of her face, and a low sort Of snarl
broke from her human lips.
The start she gave caused a fresh
flow of blood; dimness passed over her
eyes. Again I stanched the wound, and
prepared nourishment in case she
walked. Too busted in these ways for
further speculation, only with strange
weight at my heart and WEAKNESS of
body, suddenly I felt the CLEAN of eyes
watching me. Such strange eyes! No
human expression about them; a
stealthy look in them now.
Gently as I could 1 approached her
side. She trembled and tried to
hide her head when I offered her my
carefully prepared food. l moved away
and studiously avoided any appearance
of watching her. Yet I was intensely
conscious of her every movement. I
could see her eying eagerly with a
wretched, famished look a raw venison
steak that had been forgotten and lay
on the table close beside her. Suddenly,
like beast of prey, her feeble hand
stole toward it, and in moment she
had torn it in pieces and devoured it.
Horror filled my heart. Could this
creature be HUMANE I sat still in the
corner, where, myself unseen, I could
watch and restrain her if necessary. and
soon-weakness overcoming HEREAFTER
this last effort she lay tossing in an I'M
easy sleep.
Oh! was so weary and so very lone
ly! The dreadful night was almost at
an end. / went to her side, threw my
self on. the bed beside her, and put
my arms about her neck. Again her
wonderful eyes opened full in MY face.
I fixed them with my own. I Ca
ressed her, called her by the endearing
names of old. I besought her to be gen.
tie and to love me. 1 told her she was
my own, the only creature left for me
to love and care for! One short second
it seemed as if a soul looked out of her
glorious, deer-like eyes, then, with a
groan as if she gave the struggle over,
and with that low, fearful growl again,
she fastened her white teeth in my hand.
! Shrieking with the pain, I tainted.
When came to myself dawn was strug-
Cling in at the window; leaf-shadows
fickered on the floor. Fearful pain in
my hand reused me at length, and a
consuming thirst drove me to the woods
toward the spring to allay it.
struggled through the underbrush,
and there, close to the water, discerned
confused mass. There lay my poor
sister, dead, her head pillowed on a
wildcat of the woods, shot by the same
hand, probably, that had wounded her
neutrality-suspicious. Journal.
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Shipping Bees.
| Mr.. N. LEvERING, whose apiary is in
the Cahuenga, recently shipped four
colonies of bees, intended for New Zea-
land. Each colony is accompanied by
an Italian queen, including the one that
took the prize at the recent fair. The
boxes in which the bees make their long
journey are about two feet in length by
a foot and a half in height and breadth.
Each one is supplied with an attachment
on one side containing q sponge, and
bearing directions that fresh water shall
be applied to it every day. This fur
nishes the bees their drink and keeps