Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-03-26

much mistaken, she will keep the box.
too. She is not like other Engishwo-
men in the least
| was not sure of that. We had some
tea in the door of our tent. and Isaacs
seemed hungry and thirsty, as well he
might be. Now that he was refreshed
by bathing and the offices of the camp
barber, he looked much as usual. save
that the extreme paleness | had noticed
when he came in had given place to
faint flush beneath the olive, probably
due to his excitement, the danger being
past As we sat there, the rest of the
party who had slept rather later than
usual after their fatigues of the previous
day, came out one by one and stood
around the dead tiger, wondering at the
tale told by the delighted rvot, who
squatted at the beasts head TO re-
late the adventure to all corners.
We could see the group from where we
sat, in the shadow of the connat. and fine
different expressions of the men AS thet-
came out. The little collector of Peg
nugger measured and measured again:
Mr.. Ghyrkins stood with his hands in
his coat pockets and his legs apart. then
going to the other side he took up the
same position again. Lord Steepleton
Kildare sauntered round and twirled his
big moustache. saying nothing the while.
but looking rather serious. John Yves
tonhaugh, who seemed to be the artistic
genius of the party, sent for chair and
made his servant hold an umbrella over
him while he sketched the animal in his
notebook, and presently his sister came
out, big bunch of roses in her belt. and
broad hat half hiding her face. and
looked at the tiger and then round the
party quickly searching for Isaacs. In
her hand she held little package wrap
ped in white tissue paper. [ strolled up
to the group, leaving Isaacs in his tent.
| thought | might as well play innocence.
"Of course" remarked, those fellows
have bagged his ears as usual"
They never omit that" said Ghvrkins.
"'Oh no, uncle" broke in Miss Weston
haugh, 'he gave them to me-
Who" asked Ghyrkins, opening his
little eyes wide.
MIR. lsaacs. Did not he kill the tiger?
lie sent me the ears in little silver box.
Here it is-the box, mean. ann going
to give it back to him. OF course"
"llow did Mr.. Isaacs know YOU wanted
them" asked her uncle, getting red in
the face.
"Nhy we were talking about them last
night before dinner, and he promised
shat if Ne shot tiger today he would
give me the ears" Mr.. Ghyrkins was
retlder and redder in the morning sun.
There was storm of some kind brewing.
We men collected together Oh the other
side of the dead tiger and exchanged all
KINDS OF Spontaneous civilities and re-
marks. not wishing to witness Mr.. Ghvr-
kin> wrath nor to go away too suddenly.
heard the conversation. however. for
the old gentleman made no pretence of
lowering his voice.
And do You mean To say you let him
go off like that He must have been out
all niglt. That beast of Il bigger saws
50. On foot. too. say on foot, DO
You know what you arr talking about?
En-: Shooting tigers on foot: What:
Eth: Might have been killed as easily as
a not. And then what would YOU have
said: En-: What: Upon my soul.
\ on girls from home have no more hearts
than parcel of old Juggernauts :" Ghvr-
kinS was now furious. We edged away
towards thu dining-tent, making great
talk about the terrible heat of the sun
i'll the morning. caught the beginning
Of Miss We~tonhaugh answer. She had
hardly appreciated rhc situation vet and
probably thought her uncle was Joking.
but She spoke very coldly, being proper
I ~ annoyed ut his taking in such n wav.
You cannot suppose for a moment
that meant him to go" heard her say.
and something else followed in a lower
tone. We then went into the dining
! tent.