The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-08-23


Don't sTFRt I'LL SAVE YOU.
In the spring-of 1875 Louis Morel, a
worthy Alsatian farmer, weary of sub
uniting to the vexatious restraints put
upon his language and liberty by the
German masters of his land, sold what
little property he had left and started
for America with his entire family, con
sisting Of wife, son and daughter. Morel
was still in the prime Of life, and his
wife Juliette seemed wonderfully young
to be the mother Of two such children as
Leon and Pauline. Leon was head and
shoulders taller than his father and of
extremely muscular build. Pauline, at
this time just entering her eighteenth
year, was maiden of very winning ap-
pearance, round and rosy and swift
footed as an Atalanta.
The Morels had intended settling
somewhere in Manitoba, where distant
relatives of theirs had already preceded
them, but hearing tales of the wonder
full fortunes made in single month by
the geld seekers of British Columbia,
they determined to push ON to that
new el dorado, as father and son felt
confident that their strong arms would
not be long in uncovering some of the
treasures in the valley of the Fraser
Crossing the United States to Seat
tie, ID Washington Territory, the Marels
here fitted themselves out with a good
pack wagon. horses, tents. camp uten-
sis, etc, and turned their faces north
ward. Fish aud game were plentiful,
and Leon and his father had no difficult
ty in supplying the moving household
with all the fresh meat it stood in need
Of Fruits and vegetables were always
obtainable from the Indians and Chinese.
Tho grandeur Of the scenery, the won
derfuI purity Of the air, the perfect Sc
eurity to human life In these wild re
gions exercised sort of fascination
upon the Morels. What they anticipated
would be wearisome march through a
wilderness turned out to be one long
+ pleasure trip, varied by laughable adj
ventures of all kinds True, there was
plenty Of hard work. bat the Morels had
been accustomed to that all their lives.
It was no hardship to them. The one
thing which astonished and charmed
them was the respect paid to women by
tfasse rough miners. They gazed upon
Morel's wife and daughter as if thankful
for the privilege. AS for Pauline, the
fame Of her beauty usually travelled
about thirty miles ahead of her, and at
every small village up the Fraser val
ley she was sure to find some unknown
admirer waiting to get look at the
beautiful French girl"
As they drew near the mines of the
Cariboo they fell in with Captain Rob
erts, the chief of the mounted police OF
that district. Roberts reputation was
not Of the most savory sort. He was
known as violent tempered man, adj.
dlcted to the use of liquor and quarrel.
some and INSCRIPTIONS when under ths
Influence of it. Roberts accepted the
Morels' invitation to partake of theil
hospitality, and halt was made be
4 meath clufnp of towering silver frs.
He could scarcely believe his eyes when
he saw the ease and skin with which the
Morels cinched, tethered or hobbled thei1
horses, put load on pack mule with q
genuine "squaw hitch" or "diamond
hitch cut poles and pitched tepee,
slung kettle, skinned a deer or made a
trout ready for broiling. Good feeling
ran high at dinner. although the banter
and chaH were sometimes little bit toe
acid to be perfectly safe.
I thought you French people lived on
frogsf' exclaimed Roberts.
So we did up to the battle of Water.
loo, replied Morel, good naturally, ssbut
now we eat roast beef.
Speaking of Waterloo" cried the
Englishman, what a fortunate thing il
I was we crushed that monster Napoleon
Yes" answered Morel, sit was for
inmate for you that one of his own gem
erals betrayed him, for otherwise he
would have beaten you at Waterloo, and
after that --
WhatT cried Roberts.
He would have swallowed your little
island atasingle gulp, added the French
man with chucsle.
Stuff growled the Englishlnan
England has never been whipped By
any nation in the world"
How about the Americans inter
rupted Morel, with a sly glance at hi
+ son.
We were not whipped, SIR crie(
& Roberts in stentorian tone. "W'
/ simply abandoned the contest
& 4 Abandoned the contest! Ia, ha, ha
! har' roared the Frenchman.
You Frenchmen are monkeysY ex
claimed Roberts, losing his temper.
And You Englishmen are are bu
Madam Morel's hand had stopped hi
mouth completely.
Come, come, gentlemen" she criet
8ayiy, keep cool; you'll spoil your al
sestion, I hate quarreling. Here's Ii
the health Of Old England, under who's
Nag We are as safe in the wilderness a
ID the city park
Bravon cried the Englishnan IAN.
heres to La Belle France, that gives 4
HE best wine and the most beautifu
women in the svorlar
This last pull at his canteen rousel
Roberts worst passions. and he began
FALLING love to Pauline with more ardor
Eizn discretion The young girl bore
exs2H with admiral Judgment, re-