The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-08-23
THE- SUNDAY MORNING News. AUGUST -2a. 1881.

pered to her that she must not throw her
| life away Turning about and making
a great effort, she regained possession Of
her viii power and bounded off like an
arrow, calling out to Hector to follow
her. In an instant the bear started IN
pursuit Had there been clearing, the
swift footed Pauline would have had no
difficulty in distancing her pursuer, but
the long, why grass and at times thick
underbrush SO impeded her movements
that a glance over her shoulder told her
that the fierce beast was slowly gaining
upon her.
Still her heart did not fail her. Bound
ing, leaping, dashing along, the girl kept
in her course 1t was now question OF
endurance, for quarter mile of level,
open country had enabled her to increase
the lead she had. Her, strength was still
intact. In fact, she began to feel a thrill
of tleasurable excitement in this danger
GUS sport of racing with q grizzly, when
to her sorrow she saw that her further
advance was blocked by turbulent
stream some twenty feet in width.
Swim she could not, and SO it seemed
certain destruction to plunge into the
seething, foaming food. She shalted,
turned, saw the fierce beast, from whose
jaws few flakes of foam, not hundred
feet away. Itwas now choice of deaths.
Thoughts of mother, father, brother
again fitted tunultuously through her
mind, mixed with vague idea that the
bear had suddenly halted.
And so it had. Worried by the at
tacks Of Hector, the huge animal had
come to bay and was making frantic eff.
forts to strike the brave dog with its
paw. But again the grizzly resumed The
chase. Pauline now stood hesitafing
upon the bank of the wild mountain
stream watching the terrible beast as he
drew near with an easy lope. Again the
dog succeeded in hating him when
within few feet Of her. She could see
the glare of his eyes, hear the sound Of
his breath. It grew black before her.
s.Good dog, seek hint seek himl' now
rang in her ears.
The voice was strange one, but the
sound of it lent her new courage.
sDon't be afraid, womanl Throw
yourself on your face; play deadla again
the voice rang out.
Hardly knowing how, Pauline obeyed.
and the next instant the grizzly's hoi
breath came in putfs against her neck,
and then she felt a crushing weight upon
her back. The grizzly had set his paw
upon her. Then the sharp crack of
rifle rang in her ears, followed by deer
roar of rage and pain, and the crushing
weight was suddenly lifted from he1
back. Hector's savage bark now told
her that that faithful animal was hang
ing upon the tanks of the enemy and
holding him back. She pressed her lips
against the cool ground in silent prayer.
and waited for the sound of the strange
voice
Don't stir! I'll save your it now
called out
The speaker, a handsome young man
in hunting costume, was, however, sep.
arated from the girl by the swollen
creek. TO wade or swim it meant to
make a landing possibly a hundred feet
down stream, and thus virtually aban.
don the girl to her fate. A jump Oh
twenty feet with heavy rifle was like
wise an inpossibility. Seeing that the
bear was seriously wounded and had
turned his attention entirely to the at
tacks Of the dog, the hunter had an in
slant to collect his thoughts In that in
slant he had matured his plan. It was
either to reach the girl, or, failing ir
this, to call to her to throw herself into
the torrent, and then spring IN and save
her. A wild grapevine hung from one
of the trees. To swing his rifle on his
back and sever the lower end of the vine
was the work of moment. Then seiz
ing the loose end of the vine and draw
ing it down with his full weight he
cried, "Here come" and leaped fear
lessly into the air, trusting that the re-
coil Of the branch would land him safely
on the other side, which it did, but, by
twisting in midair, the hunter was
thrown heavily to the ground and some
what stunned.
Don't stirr' he called out again, and
the next instant a point blank shot from
the rifle laid bruin dead within ten feet
of Morels daughter.
With face whittier than chalk the
Frenchman rushed up in time to catch
the unconscious Pauline in his arms, as
her rescuer raised her limp form from
the ground.
"Oh, never mind my name," said the
stranger, but Morel insisting, he replied
with smile, "Well, call me Timely"
That night the Morels were too much
excited over the awful peril to which
Pauline had been exposed to examine
Icons specimen of gold ore.