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firmly and drew her to the seat beside

firmly and drew her to the seat beside
him.
Even as he did so, the eager cry OF
the wolf was answered and reanswered
by the comrades which he had called to
his horrid banquet.
"What can we do?' moaned Jessie.
I'VE can die together, dearest" an
swered Harold, as he audaciously kiss.
ed the willing lips of John NVilmot' s
daughter %
On came the gathering pack nearer
and nearer, more eager and more sure.
The top of the mountain was reacl-
cd, and the horses sprang madly down
the descent, passing the poor pony,
which uttered Il squeal of fresh terror
as they dashed by.
"Poor Gyp," breathed Jessie, with a
shudder, as the animals cry became an
almost human sound, and mingled with
the savage howls and eager yelps,
which told that it was overtaken.
THAT will give US a. longer time, y
said Harold, grimly.
But one small ponyi is Slight meal
for pack of hungry wolves, and they
were soon i'll eager pursuit again, "leav-
ing a few scattered bloody bones to tell
the fate of the gallant pony.
Nearer and nearer they came, their
cruel eyes glistening, their jowls drip.
ping blood.
The horses sprang forward with out
stretched necks and painting sides and
the sprinkler rocked uneasily.
Harold turned the crank, and sent q
fine spray into the eyes of the astonish-
ed wolves.
They Tell back with howl Of dis
may, and many seconds of valuable
time were saved.
They soon dashed ahead with fresh
courage, avoiding the water, but en-
deav0fing to reach the horses
cit is all over with u.s." groaned
Harold, as the near horse gave cry OF
human agony. "They have got the
horses at lastl Quick the tlapl II is
the only chancel''
The hofses no longerneeded a driver,
and throwing the reins aside, lie open.
ed the trap door in the top Of the
sprinkler, lowered Jessie into the water
followed her quickly and LAT the -danr
fall; but not second too soon---for the
door, as it fell, caught the paw Of one
great brute, and others leaped to the
ground with yelps Of baffied rage.
The frightened squeals oftthe 7horses
died away in. dying means. Harold
and Jessie crouched in the water, and
listened to the wolves as they crunched
the bones and fought fer the last rem
nants Of the feast.
Then came a long weary time of
waiting and suspense, until, when Har-
old cautiously raised the trap, he was
greeted by the welcome sunlight, and
the wolves had vanished with the night
shadows.
They clambered to the seat and bask-
ed in the warming sunbeams. And
there an anxious party found them, a
few moments later-a party headed by
none other than John Wilmot himself,
which had started fearfully for the
scene of the wolf concert, and found
Jessie's trayeling-bag among the bloody
remains Of her pony.
'"Thought you'd elope, did your"
asked John Wilmot, sternly, although
he longed to clasp his daughter in his
arms. "Well, stand upl Parson Brown
is here with us, and you 1hay as we'll be
married now as any time. Stand upI''
"But, father" began Jessie, blush
ingly.
'Stand up, I sayl'' roared John Will
mot.
and so it happened that Jessie eloped
when she did not intend to, and, al
though an heiress, was married in u
dripping riding-habit; but there is no
happier wife in the land to-day.