The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1892-1907, 1893-12-16

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"Au OF sudden. in this wild run. my
neutrality-suspicious. dashed his fore
head against an enormous branch, which
split his skull, and he fell to the ground
stone dead. His horse. mad with fright,
disappeared in the shadows that Ell
veloped the wood.
The younger dArville stopped short,
jumped 10 the ground. seized his brother
In his arms and saw that his brains
were pouring from the wound, with his
blood. Then he seated himself beside
the body, took the red and disfigured
head upon his knee and contemplated
the immobile face of his elder brother,
Little by little fear invaded him. a
singular fear which he had never felt
before; the fear Of the shadow. the fear
OF the solitude, fear OF the deserted
wood. also fear of the fantastic wolf
which had killed his brother to venge it.
self upon them.
DARKNESS was falling rapidly, and the
sharp cold made the trees crackle. Fran
co.'s rose up shiverinS, incapable of re-
manning there longer. feeling himself
almost fainting One could hear moth
ing. neither the voices of the dogs, nor
the sound of horns; all was silent. And
this gloomy silence of freezing night had
in 1t something horrible and strange.
HE seized the colossal frame Of Jean
in his hands, lifted it up and laid it across
the saddle, III order to carry it back to
the chateau Then he slowly started to
return, his mind wandering as il he
were tipsy and pursued by horrible and
startling images. Suddenly in his path.
way through the night monstrous form
passed.
1T was the beast.
"A shock of fright agitated the hunt
er; something cold. like drop of water,
glided along his loins, and, like a friar
haunted by the devil, he made the sign
Of the cross. He was distracted by this
sudden temperance OF the frightful
wanderer, Bat his eyes fell upon the
inert corpse lying before him, and his
fear immediately changing into choler,
no shook with rage. Then he spurred his
horse and dashed after the wolf. He
followed 1t through the copse, through
ravines and through the forest, travers-
inS woods which he no longer recog-
nized, his eye fixed upon tho gray spot
which flew before him in the night. His
horse also seemed animated by an un.
known force and ardor. He galloped
straight ahead with outstretched neck,
tine head and feet of the dead man across
the saddle dashing against trees and
rocks. The brambles tore the hair Of
tine corpse, the forehead battered the
enormous tree trunks, SCATTERING them
with blood. the spurs ripped the bark to
tatters.
Suddenly the animal aud its pursucr
emerged from the forest and rushed into
4 valley just as the moon appeared above
the mountains. This valley was close
on all sides by immense rocks, without
possible egress, and the wolf found it.
self driven into u corner Francois then
emitted 4 howl Of JOY. the echoes Of
which were repeated like roll Of than
der, and JUMPED from his horse. cutlass
IN hand. The bristliuy beast waited
with rounded back, its eyes cleaning
IKE two stars. But before Offering bat
Tie the hunter lifted his brother down.
seated him on rock. and supporting by
means Of stones his head, which WIS
hardly more than a patch Of blood, he
cried iAto his ears. as though he was
speaking to deaf person:
Look. Jean; look therer"
Then he threw himself upon the
monster. He felt strong enough 10 |
overthrow a mountain, to grind the |
stones in his hands. The beast would |
have bitten him and tried to dash at hi. |
stomach. but Francois had seized it BY !
the throat, without oven the all Of his |
weapon. and slowly strangled il, listen |
Ing 10 the stoppase Of the breathing in |
its throat and the beating OF its heart.
And he laughed wildly, closing tighter
and tighter his powerful grip and cry
ing in delirium Of JOY:
Look, Jean; look,'
"All resistance ceased. tho body Of
the wolf became limp 1t was dead
Then Francois took it up in his arms.
carried 1t and threw it at his brother.
feet, repeating in tender voice:
Thine, thine. thine, my little Jean.
there it Isl
Then placing the two cadavers across
his saddle, one upon the other, he set
ont on his way back. He returned to
the chateau laughing and crying like
targantaa Mt the birth Of Bantagrnel
cries of triumph. stamping with
Joy IN recounting tho death Of the ami
NAL, groanins and tearing his beard in
telling that OF his brother. And often
N after years, when he spoke Of tina,
lay, he declared with tears in his eyes.
" II only poor Jean could have seen me
'transle the brute. attn sure he would
nave died contented.'
The widow Of my great-great-grand
'ather inspired her orphan son With
horror Of the chase which has been
transmitted from father to son down t.
myself"
The Marquis dArville was silent
some one asked:
This history is legend. Ia it not?"
Il swear to you that 1t is true from
me end to the other" he responded.
Then woman said in a soft. little
'0ice:
1t Is fine thing to have such pas
ions, Translated from the French BY
my do Manpassant for the Boston
Herald
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