Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-02-27

that there was strong bolt to secure
it on the inside. And her refuge had
not been gained moment to soon
for each moment the howl OF the
wolves came nearer, and presently
she could hear the tramp of the whole
pack as they surrounded her hiding
place, their keen scent evidently in
forming them that their prey was
within
jeanne glanced wildly around to see
what kind of protection the cabin
would afford. and found to her great
Joy that the two small windows that
lighted the cabin were so high up that
it was not likely her enemies would
try to reach her through them.
'If 1 only had light, that [ could
make fire. she thought, as she felt
her way toward the rude fireplace,
through whose chimney the starlight
shone down. ga fire would be a pro-
lection, for the light would scare
them away and then as she felt
instinctively in her pocket where
she often, for safety, put the match
box of mornings, she found it there.
and cried aloud in thanksgiving,
"God is good. He can protect me
even herer'
She struck match and found great
heap of brushwood and logs piled in a
corner; and in a few moments grand
fire was bowling up the chimney. send
ing a light around that Illuminated
every chink of the cabin. And by this
unexpected help Jeanne was able to
examine her surroundings carefully.
and with a view to discovering the
weak as we'll as the strong points. The
first thing she did was to gather
together the heaps of last years leaves
which were blown about the floor, into
one large heap, and made soft bed
for the baby, who slept like an angel
all through the pandemonium of howl
ing without; and having folded all his
wraps more closely about him, she
laid the sleeping infant down on the
leafy couch.
She then discovered that the
wolves. apparently undismayed by her
fire of brushwood, OF probably rendered
courageous by hunger, had absolutely
surrounded her dwelling, and through
a half dozen chinks and holes between
the logs she could see their black
muzzles poked. or their wild, hungry
eyes, red in the freight, glaring in at
her.
Sick with horror, for she easily per-
ceived that the logs were old and worn,
and might not hold out long against a
vigorous attack by the famished beasts,
she did not yet despair, but pulled
blazing brands from the fire. and
struck each dark muzzle that poked it's
way through the chinks, causing the
savage creatures to retreat with bowls
of pain, only to return again more
fercely than before.
But the night was long, and Jeanne
was but a delicate woman, already
worn out with fatigue, hunger and
want of sleep; and at last the baby
woke and cried, and in the midst of
her terror Jeanne could not be deaf to
that cry, and while she held the infant
to her breast she knelt and prayed,
and between her words a cry of
Donald, Donald, come and save me 2"
would burst out between her prayers
to Heaven.
1t was at that very moment that
Donald Malcolm. who had taken glass
after glass, and had sung song after
song for the entertainment of his boon
companions, started to his feet with a
hoarse cry of terror. and nameless
awe that suddenly sobered him.
''Didna We hear anything he asked
wildly, glancing round on his compan-
ions.
mo. Donald man, nothing" ans
wered countryman of his own.
"What's come to you-is it the second
sight that's on you?''
eyes, yesr' cried out nearly a
dozen others, '' it must be that--tell
us, Donald, what do you seel!"
"Hist!'' cried Donald, imperiously.
''There it is again-do We not hear it {!
'Donald-Donald, come and save mel
It's my wife's voice! She's in danger
she calls on me--come-comei if We
are men, come with me !"
And with the words Donald NAL
colin had rushed from the room fol-
lowed by his companions, who were
all men enough to respond to his
words.
Each man carried gun. for in those
days no farmer, however peaceful,
went through the woods unprotected !;
and led sby Donald, silent and swift,
they FASTENED on till they struck that
same short cut that had misled
Jeanne.
And there the cry of wolves came
borne on the wind to them, but they
only fastened their steps instead of
turning aside, and in a few minutes
they had come on the whole yelling
pack, surrounding the little cabin that
still sheltered Jeanne.
Each man brought his weapon to
his shoulders. and poured volley into
the bowling beasts, who, surprised
and lessened in number by half dozen.
took to their heels. yelling more fierce
ly than before; and then above the
hubbub could be heard the cry of an
infant and the sweet tremulous voice
of it's mother trying to soothe it.
"Jeanie, lass-Jeanie, love!" called
Donald, beating wildly on the door.
Sc You are safe-I am here-open the
door!''
And it was time, for Jeanie had
but just strength to draw the bolt;
and then, with the baby close pressed
to her breast, she fell fainting into
her husbands arms