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1roin tne buuao Courier.
The injury suffered by Lieut.. schwatka.
which led to a report of his death Saturday,
recalls to mind his story Of Q wonderful feat
which he saw performed by Alaska Indians
during his raft journey Of 800 miles down the
Yukon river in 1888. The water Of the river at
the point where the incident occurred was 90
muddy that II a tin cup was filled with il its
cotton could not be seen. Yet an old man
squaw, or q child, standing on the bank
in front OF the Indian village, would cry out
Sans w.s coming up Tie river per
Ihereupon some young man would rush out Of
one OF the log cabins, and. from his elevated
position In front Of them, identify the salmon, 9
position; Running down to the beach, he
would then paddle out in his canoe. being
directed in his course by half dozen Indians on
the bank, all shouting advice to him at the same
time. He evidently was guided by Their direc-
tons rather than by his own powers OF vision
until the fish was near him. When he had got his
canoe near the point desired, he would regulate
Its movements by using the paddle as a scullng
oar with his left hand, grasping with his right a
scoop net, the handle Of which Was nine or ten
feet long. The Indian would plunge this TO the
bottom in front Of the salmon often leaning
over the canoe and thrusting his arm far into
the water. OF seven such attempts within
three hours which Schwatka saw two were en-
tirely successful, while in two others the
salmon were caught. blu. escaped before the
net could be raised to the surface. The fishes
weighed from fifteen to twenty pounds and
the mouth OF the net was abou. two square
feet In dimension. The Indians tried to point
out the coming fishes to the white and red COM
panions of Schwatka. but they could see nothing
Schwstkas original theory was that the salmon,
swimming near the surface, exposed their dor
sal fins until they approached the canoe. when
they became frightened aud went to the bot
tom, but his interpreter assured him that this
was not SO, and that the fish communicated
motion to the water even when swimming at
the very bottom. The salmon were taken about
zoo or $50 yards from the shore, and success
depended largely upon giving the net dexter
Gus twist as soon ss the fish had entered iss
mouth, 80 az TO prevent his escape.
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increasing numbers.
The dogs courage deserted him and ID
started toward the open with part OF the pack
after him. Nalois hred right and left rapidly,
but the hungry creatures crowded closer arot, I'd
him. They leaped into the wagon and devour.d
the game and then rushed at the horse sn.p-
ping at his legs and leaping at his throat f.ei
fore Valois could climb back into the wagon nd
horse started at full speed and the hunter vzs
left with scores of hungry wolves around h,fa.
IN as ugly predicament one could imsgia-
He had only eight shells left in his belt. end
the barking, snarling pack around him there
In the stunted timber nearly unnamed him
The first impulse was 20 seek safety in q Or D. !;
but he soon discovered that though the pfcip
made fearful racket and would occasionally
rush toward him, they lacked the ferociou..
courage of the great timber wolves He uei
his eight shells carefully and judiciously mesu-
time slowly working himself out of the woodA
After about an hours fighting he got well aw al y.
from the whole pack and started on foot fotl
Sylvania, the nearest railroad station. III. re-
he got ON freight train about midnight adj
arrived safely at home before morning who.
he found his horse awaiting him, considerably ',
the worse for its trip home. The dog has not,
yet put IN an appearance.
Mr.. Nalois will not soon be caught again alor >
at night in the Oak Openings, even IL they al O
within about a dozen miles of the corporation
line of city Of 80 900 people, the fourth in sazs
in Ohio.
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An Honest Spring Poem.

An Honest Spring Poem.
Sweet with odoriferous zephyrs comes the balmy
breath Of spring; =
For the first line u vernal pome, this is about
the thingD
Thy bland auroral odors cleave the perfumed at
mOsphere,
Dust aggravate the furnace, Jim, it's cold as Ice
land hereD
You shake the glimmering roses from your sheen
of sunlit hair
Now, Jim, run ont and cut path through that big
snow bank there)
The sweet mellihuous brooklet flows down through
the emerald vale
tNow, Jim. come in and break the ice upon this
water pail.)
Spring, like q resurrection, wakes all nature from
the dead,
Of that big icice should fall 'twould break some
bOdy's head.)
So let me forth, q careless wight, through vernal
GiAdes to rove
Tm freezing cold, III 60 down stalrs and sis upon
the stoye.)
s. W. Foss IN Yankee Blade.
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'Did say" said Sirani, ''that the past should
vanish? I was wrong. II has left its impress
on my love. To the passion of a boy it has
added the heat of the desert, the depth of de-
spair and the sanctity of death. Lean your
face to me-sweet"
Her face Swallowed him. Their lips met.
"Ah, cara mia" he murmured. Did not
speak the truth?'
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II | S DE S T | N Y .

Anna Vernon Dorsey in the Philaieiphia Press
No Use vrestin Md de ocean
You he'd better list lie Still
Case de currents dat sent from God
Guinter fetch yer whar He will
-fr1ntd,ios HMM
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WOLVES IN OHIO.
Chased by . Pack within . Dozen M,,s
Of Toledo.

Sinety-nine persons in one hundred. saws 4
Toledo correspondent Of the New York TSr,el
would declare from their general knowledge az
the state that there were not wolves enough n
Ohio to seriously threaten ANYBODY. Had t.cssr
been with Mr.. +. L. valois Of this city lev
weeks ago in one of his hunting trips 20 What q
known as the Oak Openings. a barren talt
not far from sylyania, and about twelve msls,
from Toledo. they would have had abundars.s
reason TO change their minds.
Mr.. Nalois is one OF the best-known insuIt.
ance men in Toledo and is widely known as "a,
enthusiastic and successful sportsman. Sd
body in northwestern Ohio is more famiiist
with the haunts of grouse, squirrels and ot.,ek
sInsn game IMAM he, and few marksmen in I'D
region couid excel him in skill. One morn,nt
several weeks ago he took his best dog .nf
started IN a light one-horse spring wagon re
the Oak Openings. This region il peculiar. II 4
laree; barren tract. partly prairie and partl,s
covered with stunted trees Nobody lives tberd
and Tor years IL has been hunters paradi.i
huffed grouse. prairie chicken. partridges, Wit
an occasional deer have been found in LARK
numbers, and only in the last two wears o. 4
nave there been any signs Of decrease. Ed
miles there Is not dwelling. and il is oftet
dlihcult for man to find his way. Indeed,
mas not been many years since a well-knowt
real estate man of this city was lost for ivt
days in this tangle of stunted forest and bar re
open.
The day Mr.. valois had chosen proved
cloudy one. with frequent hurries Of snow. bul
II was an unusually good day for shooting. and
before night Mr.. Nalois had the bottom OF hi,
wagon well filed with fine game. The cle.idi
broke away toward evening and the moon ~o-s
fuii and bright. IL was nearly O'Clock be ,or}
he started for home. The roads are winsin4
trails through the woods. and around pcadi
and swamps, and slow progress was made. ID
was an hour or more before he began to gel
out OF the woods, for he had pushed furthef
than usual into the widest part of the tract:
As he proceeded he heard strange sounds IL
the woods about him, howlings and barking !
but gave them little thought He knew tb.r(
were some wolveSsk the common gray spe:ies
IN the openingy nyriads OF foxes, bat bad
not the reno of attack until a. h
neared the edg e woods he was starticsi
by pitiful cries II dog, under the wagon;
he stopped his hof jumped to the grousad,
gun in hand, TO sed kas the matter and
was surprised TO self surrounded by
wolves. Throwing pm hastily to al,
shoulder he fired into TX, killing what ht
took to be the lea, instead Of be ,na
frigh .ened away. ms 10 ned, they rushed
ut and devoured their Header and than be.
gan to crowd closer srds Ia the wagon in e, crs
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A handsome Rnelish woman has been -
rsstsd In Paris for narriaee frauds. she havilg
tavsiglsd for>y->hrss Dsa 10 narry her.
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Walls seemed to reach indefinitely above.
like the narrow sides Of a grave. How alive
it was! Dim, misshapen shapes like carved
COLLINS in the churches jumped about in the
and tho sky seemed to open overhead. The
| mare stumbled and paused. She had passed
| out Of the canyon to o narrow ledge. A steep
cliff lay at her feet. Weak with the loss Of
blood from her wound she staggered and sank,
wounded unto death. Sirani was thrown for
ward, striking upon q sharp stone, tearing the
\ smooth, olive cheek where Ellinor's lips had
rested. Below the foothills and plains stretched
| out like map in the twilight. The horned
moon hung low in the deepening sky. Above,
| the mountains rose awful, shrouded in the
gloom Of the gathering night.
| Sirani lay facing the dim tract OF hills.
Half stunned, his mind was in the past Scenes
OF his past life flashed across him with startling
vividness. Through ALL his brothers face and
voice REQUIRED to him with an inexpressible
longing. Why was Luigi not here to smooth
his hair in the old way, almost like a woman 8;
| to hold his hand?
sirani stretched out his hand to meet no
warm human clasp, only the prickly burs Of
the cactus. Through all his limbs there was
great weakness and weariness
The valley below Lit by moonlight the still
ness and loneliness were not what they had
been to him. These and the sky seemed wear
ing away, becoming thin. They were like a
veil, through which he saw something beyond.
4
gether, an awful presence
Luigi" he cried, sis this death2''
Shadowy and dark in the moonlight his dim
| consciousness became aware Of shapes moving
around him. One gigantic form stood over
him and with arms that were not shadow pin
| toned him fast.
"Get up from here. We want your
The moon was shining down on the plateau
There were four men or horseback. Two had
dismounted. A white bearded man whom he
had seen before was STOPPING over the dead
horse.
This il my mare, Betty" called Higginson.
Heath. tie your lariat around the rascal
neck. There's q Gotten tree at the ranch high
enough to swing him to. Well Just settle up
onr little account, Mr.. Parades."
| Sirani, stunned, bewildered, oppressed by
the weight OF a knee on his chest began to ex-
gostulate. He was stopped by the man called
Heath.
.'shut up. We don't want any Of your
CAB"
His arms were pinioned and rope was tied
around his neck. The men remounted, leading
him thus, weary and dazed, after them as they
rode back, one by one. through the canyon in
| grim, portentious silence
Sirani could not think. II all seemed part of
this unreal country. He still fancied that he
must be dead. At all events they had reused
him from pexce. and the torture would be but
short. He was tired. The rope cut his neck.
| He stumbled over the stones
| Above the earthly precipios bright star shone
down.
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IN increased stir around her. People were
passing and repassing A woman said:
Come. Let's look. There's . passenger
going over to the Montana
Kissing and walking to the railing she looked
down the steep. black side Of the vessel to the
small boat rocking below.
Sirani's face was uplifted. His eyes lit on
her face and rested there until his heart seemed
frozen, and she herself turned to stone with
their parting sadness.
The boat moved OF, struggling with the dark
swell of the waters.
Miss verney stood, q slender figure outlined
against the sky, her veil blown backward until
Siranis features were no longer distinguish
able, and he had mounted the rope ladder up
the side of the Montana and lost identity in the
crowd upon her deck.
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Then he sank into q chair and waited, his
whole soul on the alert for her footsteps. He
| remembered, with a sense of the incongruity OF
the comparison, another moment of passionate
expectation in the baro shanty on Gopher
Gulch. His life seemed always the pursuit OF
| an elusive goal.
"Addio, bella Napoli, addio," she sang softly,
coming down the stairs.
See, Ned, have brought the book" she
said, standing in the doorway and pausing in
| surprise at seeing the unexpected figure.
Il have come" said Sirani. do not send
me away"
.You may understand my surprise, signor,
when you think where it was that last saw
you. Your sudden exits and entrances SAVIOR Of
melodrama."
She seated herself on low divan under the
lamp, her small head defined against O gold
cushion. Her face was pale and there were
shadows under the deep eyes, but she smiled
| into his face, grave and dark.
Listen" said Sirani, 'then Judge me-"
Wildly. swayed by the emotions that swayed
him, he told his story. ''rell me now, must
live or die? Do you love me enough to forgive,
Ellinor?"
Her face was buried in her hand,.
1.-THE Englishman-did he dep
when left they said he would live. Hope
She was silent, motionless From the stree,
came the sound OF childrens voices singing
Oats, sweet beans and barley grows"
Madonna" he pleaded, II am not worthy Ia
marry you. Having seen you will go. ]
dreamed of Itsly--with you-but it cannot be.
| Surely from first TO last have been but play
thing Of the gods--hurried ON with no rest"
She arose. In the lamplight's glow her face
| was like the Sistipe Madonna
"Despite yourself, she said, "God has beer
kind to you. You cannot escape me. I am
| your destiny"
After moment he saids
81 am tirod. Let what has passed be a.
dream. / win sit hero at your feet, as did tina,
night on the ship, and forget time has passed
| Did you forget meg
She laid her hand on his curla
| "Hush! We win not speak Of that"
sSurely never wsre roses 20 sweet outsids Of
Italy.
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VIII colic NoifcA ,
in the openingS p
not the repol
neared the edg
by pitiful cries n
He stopped his hof
gun in hand, 20 sed
was surprised to !
wolves. Throwing
shoulder he fired into
took to be the lead
frightened away. as I'd
ut and devoured their
gan to crowd closer ar
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glish, demanded Sirani, who did not like the
fellows appearance. Mine is no good and /
am a stranger. How much for this? Thirty
dollars! pointing to the stout bay mare he was
riding.
Time was valuable. Sirani pulled ont the
bag of gold which he had brought from the
ship and counted out the sum named, the other
dismounting and cycling him hungriy II
struck the Italian that this mans costume Of
canvas trousers, flannel shirt and big hat was
more suitable than the garb Of civilization
which he still wore.
Ten dollars more for your Clothes" he said.
The avaricious twinkle Of the mans eve
showed that his soul was in the market for any
one who would choose to buy such mortgaged
article.
.'Bueno," he grinned.
The change was soon effected. Sirani. with q
renewed sensation of strength and determine
ton, mounted his new purchase.
Which way to Gopher Gulch?'' he asked.
"Up the road, said the other. ssBad country
up there"
Sirani was away like fash. Clouds Of grass
hoppers rose. whirring. from the dusty road
The features Of the country began to change
Still barren and treeless rolling hills cleft with
deep georges surrounded him. Here and there
lay the decaying carcass Of q sheep. Jackass
rabbits scurried across the road into the friendly
shelter of rocky canyons.
Sirani kept a n anxious watch for the white
house a. Gopher Gulch. He felt sure that he
would recognize it by the description which
had been given him at Delsno. After many
hours Of hot and weary travelhe saw before him
the bourne Of his anxious search.
shut in between the hills IL stood q RlsrinQ
spot, radiating the intense heat There was nc
sign Of human existence. save q red wagon out
side Of the inclosure and Q rooster growing on
the fence.
Fearing that he had come too late, that Rat.
cliffe had left. Sirani rode up and tied his
horse. He walked ON the porch to The open
door. BY table a man sat- writing.
Ratclife, feeling the shadow in the room,
looked up, expecting to see the purchaser Of
the ranch. He was busy drawing up IN invsn-
tory Of the stock. Not Wishing 70 be inter-
rupted he motioned the unknown man whom
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-06-16
A WINTER AT NICE.
BY HEITIE f. MILLER.

Moved by conflicting feelings, ap-
preached the countess, with an I'M
RULED countenance.
"Pardon me, countess, for remaining
so long away, but I met your husband
upstairs, and he detained me several
moments"
"And Ellen?" asked the countess.
"Miss Ellen went to her ROOM" an
swered, seating myself by Miss Rem
merit, and asking her in an undertone to
60 upstairs and seek out Ellen.
81 believe she needs you," added.
Miss Rennert looked at my pale face
anxiously, said quietly to the countess
that she had had enough Xmas festivi-
ty, wished her good night, and disap-
peared. remained with the countess,
and forced myself to entertain her, in
order to give Ellen more time.
All were laughing and TESTING around
the Xmas tree. They We're extinguish-
ing the candles, in which work old and
young participated. watched the
work; rs the tree stood there dark aud
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-06-16
CHAPTER XIII.

slept badly, and the next morning
theair in the hotel seemed SO oppressive
to mo that determined to make a trip
| to Mentone. wrote a note to Lapotin,
who was still asleep, and left, laden with
! flowers and bonbons, to visit my rela-
tives and spend the remainder of the
holidays with them.
| Tho day was SO bright and sunny that
sad thoughts were dispelled.
My aunt received me rather ungra-
ciously, for 1 had put off my visit SO
long; still she grew better natured.
My uncle's good temper and my cous-
ms innocent gayety did me good. They
were living at q small, highly-fashion-
able boarding house. The company
consisted almost entirely of English and
Americans.
My cousins raved about an American
girl, in whom they seemed to have
found their ideal They also informed
me that this young transatlantic beauty
would make me an excellent wife.
Their earnestness amused me.
The small dining-room was most COM
Portable. Mime. Durand, the proprie-
though her charges were quite English.
We were already seated when Miss
Parker entered on her fathers arm,
followed by several young men. She
nodded to my cousins and looked at me
very hard. Only an American could
look ut gentlemen so calmly and I'M
concernedly. l returned her gaze, and
had to confess that she was very beauti-
full She was tall and very slender,
with a delicate complexion. She had
fine features, and large, intelligent
gray eyes. OF wonderful beauty was
her unusually sweet mouth, which,
when she smiled, was truly charming.
Her dress seemed to me very extravar
giant, but as my cousins informed me
that it was the latest Paris style,
would not contend that point with
them any further.
The rest Of the company interested
me less. The appearance of a young
man, who looked as If he were suffer
ing, struck me. He had large blue
eyes, much more brilliant than 1 had
ever seen. My cousin told mo he was a
wealthy Englishman who was travel
ing with his own physician, and when
It grew colder there he would leave for
Egypt or Algiers. 1t seemed to me as
If his journey would take him further,
to those fields from which no mortal
has ever returned.
"Well, how does our Miss Parker suit
you?" Leonie asked me.
''She Is a very handsome girl, really
strilkingly so, still, she appears a trifie
self-conscious."
'Ohl yes, l thought you would say
so, that is the opinion of you men! II
q young lady is self-possessed and
knows how to conduct herself, they
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say she is 'self-conscious,' and If she Is
shy and retiring, then she is considered
q goose Only when the vain man
finds out that he has made an impress
sion on the 'self-conscious' girl or the
goose, then his opinion is changed, and
suddenly her faults become virtues
Goodness gracious, Leonie," said 1.
laughing, "you do not intend to become
an old maid2 You speak so skeptically
about men, and show such a deep
knowledge of their weaknesses, that
am quite troubled. Is that result Of
Americana"
She laughed and said that might be
the case.
After dinner we repaired to the very
large, roomy salon, and l was present
ed to Miss Parker with due formality.
She received me in a manner worthy of
q princess, and asked me so many ques-
tions that she reminded me forcibly,
but not agreeably, of my old examiner,
at the same time looking into my eyes
so seriously that could not treat the
matter as joke. Scarcely had she left
me when Leonie few to me.
mo, child" said l, your friend Is
not quite to my taste. could not fall in
love with lady with such clever eyes. "
Leonie was very much vexed at my
poor taste. Then Miss Parker sang. 1
believe she sang in every living and
dead language.
do you ever sing anything Ameri-
camp" asked 1, maliciously. She looked
at me calmly. Usually only when 1
am alone" answered she; "but win
give you an American song"
feeling and with such sweet smile,
that whispered softly to Leonie:
"Do you know that am not so pos
tive about falling in love?'
She nodded to me, smilingly, and said,
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-06-16

The unfounded reports which have been
started about the mental troubles of OK
President Hayes illustrate the way in
which an absurd story may be started.
When Mr.. Hayes was at the Fifth Avenue
Hotel, in New York, a few weeks ago, he
mentioned to a reporter, who called on
him, that he had been q little annoyed
since his attack of the grip, during the
first influenza epidemic, by occasional
lapses of memory. This fact was duly
,hronicled and then allowed to lie fallow
for while. Then, when it was sufficiently
developed to make a sensation, it was
Sprung upon the public. Mr.. Hayes
displays no indication of failing memory.
On the contrary he talks fuently on all
but public topics 'The loss of memory
on his part, to which the papers refer,
was forgetfulness of all matters of politi-
cal import. But, far from showing men,
tai weakness, this-to many minds--dis-
played considerable shrewdness. The
man who has skill enough to escape an
swering the searching questions of a
score of reporters is very far from being
in his dotage.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-06-16
The Humors of He'll.

Briggs men and anti-Briggs men may
tume about doctrines all they like. The
fact is that people won't take He'll fire
seriously-ordinary people, mean. l
remember we'll a frivolous young fellow
of my acquaintance, who had occasion
some years ago to mourn the loss of the
black sheep of the family, his own
brother, who died unrepentant. The con-
versation turning one day upon the fu-
ture world, my frivolous acquaintance
announced his belief that his brother was
at that moment enduring the tortures Of
the damned.
Then his countenance lightened and he
said with queer, half-ashamed chuckle:
''Wouldn't it be funny to see him siz-
cling away there in the fireP"
What's the use of talking theology to
q man like that.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-06-16
An Expensive Drunk.

Newspaper men are fond of saying that
the old days of the Bohemian journalist
are gone never to return, but here is a
story that sounds suspiciously like refu-
tation of too sweeping a statement of the
altered times.
The city editorship of one of the great
est papers in the metropolis was Offered;
to certain bright young journalist, and
his commission was practically made out.
In his joy he went down to the Gravesend
race track with chosen crony and got
on glorious spree. The business mana
ger of the paper heard of it somehow,
and, before the drunk had simmered
away to the subsequent katzenjammer,
the vacant desk was offered to and ac-
copied by another young man who keeps
sober. That was an expensive drunk.