The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-11-19
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By DAVID DWIGHT wELLa

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Still her heart did not fail her. Bound
ing, leaping, dashing along, the girl kept
In her course. II was now 0 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 thrill
Of pleasurable excitement In this danger
ouS sport Of racing with Q grizzly. when
to her sorrow she saw that her further
advance was blocked by turbulent
stream some twenty fest in width.
Swim she could not, and 20 II seemed
certain destruction TO plunge into the
seething, foaming food. She halted.
turned, saw the herce beast, from whose
jaws few fakes Of foam, not hundred
feet away. It was now . choice Of deathA
Thoughts Of mother, father, brother
again fitted tumultuously through her
mind, mixed with . vague idea that the
bear had suddenly halted.
And % It had. Worried BY the At
tacks Of Hector, the huge animal had
come to bay and was making frantic ef-
forts to strike the brave dog with its
paw. But again the grizzly resumed the
chase. Pauline now stood hesitating
upon the bank Of the wild mountain
stream watching the terrible beast a. he
drew near with an easy lope. Again the
dog succeeded in halting 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.
GOOD dog, seek himl seek himI" now
rang in her ears.
The voice was q strange one, but the
sound Of It lent her new courage.
Don't be afraid, womani Throw
yourself on your face; play deadI" again
the voice rang out.
Hardly knowing how, Pauline obeyed,
and the next instant the grizzly's hot
breath came in puffs against her neck,
and then she felt Q crushing weight upon
her back. The grizzly had set his paw
upon her. Then the sharp crack Of .
rife rang in her ears, followed by deep
roar Of rage and pain, and the crushing
weight was suddenly lifted from her
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 stiri I'll save you" It now
called out.
The speaker, . 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 landing possibly Q hundred feet
down stream, and thus virtually aban-
don the girl to her fate. A jump Of
twenty feet with q heavy rife was ike
wise an impossibility. 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 thatin-
slant he had matured his plan. It was
either to reach the girl, or, failing In
this, to call to her 10 throw herself into
the torrent, and then spring In and save
her. A wild grapevine hung from one
Of the trees. To swing his rife on his
back and sever the lower end Of the vine
was the work Of . moment Then seix-
ing the loose end Of the vine and draw
ing It down with his full weight he
cried, Here l come" and leaped fear
lessly into the air, trusting that the re-
coil Of the branch would land him safely
on the other Eide, which It did, but, BY
twisting in Midair, the hunter was
thrown heavily to the ground and some
what stunned.
Don't stiri" he called out again, and
the next instant point blank shot from
the rife laid bruin dead within ten feet
Of Morel's daughter.
With face whittier than chalk the
Frenchman rushed up In time to catch
the unconscious Pauline in his arms, a.
her rescuer raised her limp form from
the ground.
"Oh, never mind my name" said the
stranger, but Morel insisting, he replied
with smile, swell, call me Timely"
That night the Morels were too much
excited over the awful peril to which
Pauline had been exposed 10 examine
Icons specimen Of gold ore.