The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-08-23
LIFE In CARIBOO.
The Romantic Adventures Of an AlSatian
Family in the Far Northwest.
BY JULES VERNE.
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drew along breath Of satisfaction when
he asked Leon to bring him his horse,
but their troublesome guest was still
loath to part company with the beauti-
full Pauline. Finally he announced his
readiness to depart, providing Pauline
would permit him to kiss her goodby,
rs he phrased it, and with this DECLARE
ton he seized the girls hand, but she
eluded his grasp aad cried out laugh
ingly:
.sFie, Captain Roberts, how would you
like somebody to treat your daughter
of whom you have told us-in this rude
way?n
s'Why, surely, Miss Pauline, replied
the officer, ga single kiss is not much to
ask"
81 keep my kisses for my husband
when I get him" laughed the maiden,
as she sprang aside to avoid another at
tack.
The Englishman seemed really en-
couraged by the opposition he was meet
ing with, and as Pauline's dress hap
pened to catch on the end of the pack
wagon, he proated by the accident to en-
circle her waist with his arm, and was
in the very act of pressing his lips on the
girls cheek when sharp blow from a
vigorous palm fell with a resounding
whack upon the Englishman's face.
It was Madam Morel. With flashing
eyes and cheeks red with Indignation
the Frenchwoman stood beside him
ready with another dose of the same
remedy.
ssCome, come, Captain Roberts, she
cried out, ssleave the girl alone or I'll let
you feel what a heavy hand an indignant
mother can lay on an evildoer."
Morel and his son burst into a hearty
laugh.
Roberts growled out curse at the
woman's impudence in striking one of
her majesty's officers
'sThen let her majesty provide officers
who have better manners"
'sCome, come, mother" cried Morel,
"don't be too severe on the captain. He
was only joking" and producing his cam
teen he invited Roberts to take a taste
of some good French brandy before
mounting. This was an invitation that
Roberts never declined. but it was plain
to be seen that be did not intend to for
get the treatment which he had received
from Pauline and her mother. With the
aid Of Morel the police officer was en-
ablea to scramble into his saddle and
make his way safely to the government
house, thanks to the intelligence of the
horse he was riding.
The next morning Leon turning to his
father asked him how long halt. he in
tended making. Another day, at least"
was the reply; the horses have not been
tethered in specially good feed lately
and need little rest.
eve shall never reach the mines,
father" said Leon despondingly.
Don't get impatient, my boy cried
Morel encouragingly; lyon shall have
all the exercise with pickax and shovel
that you want, take my word for it."
Well, I'm off for little prospect
ing on my own hook, replied Leon,
and swinging pick across his shoulder
he trudged out of the little camp amid
the laughter of the others.
The day was beautiful, and Pauline,
left to herself, strayed along the river
bank, accompanied only by one of the
hunting dogs which Morel had brought
with him from Seattle. One thing after
another-frst cluster of gayly colored
leaves, then flower and after that
gold winged butterfly the girl
to continue her ramble. In this way she
gradually drew away from the camp
without realizing the distance she had
covered. While thus reyeling in the
beauties of the wild scenery bird of
rich plumage few up in front of her
and alighted upon bush in plain sight
Immediately. the thought that she might
be able &c find its nest and secure the
eggs which she doubted not would be
most daintily spotted, led her to follow
the crimson breasted trickster, which
of course was simply engaged in leading
the girl in the very opposite direction.
On, on, through bush and tall grass,
over fallen trees and through networks of
trailing vine. followed by her four footed
companion, Pauline made her way. The
feathered will-o'-the-wisp, uttering plain
tive cries, as if it feared his pursuer
was upon the very point of seizing his
nest, hoped from branch to branch, dis
playing its beautiful plulnage in ever
changing lights. Pauline, intoxicated
with the increasing hope of coming upon
the prize, bounded along like nymph
of the woods, the cries of the bird and
barking of the dog serving to keep her
mind from all thoughts of the camp left
miles behind. Suddenly the dog halted,
and raising his nose high in the air gave
unmistakable signs of seeming the pres
ence of some enemy, for he whined nerv-
ously and fixed his intelligent eyes upon
Pauline's face with puzzled look
Good dog, Hectorr said the young
girl, for the first time realizing the dan
ger Of her position, and then patting him
on the head she murmured, "What is it,
I Hector; what do you seer
The animal replied with a low, anxious
whine and with the same inquiring look
into PaulRe's face. Suddenly the low
whine changed into a growl, and the
dog showed his teeth in such threaten
ing manner that Pauline no longer
doubted the presence Of some dangerous
beast in the underbrush. While stand
ing there revolving in her mind whether
the best thing for her to do was not to
turn and flee in the opposite direction