Connecticut western news., 1894-10-18

 sight, but three beautiful antelope came down to drink within hundred feet of us. looked at the shotgun in disgust Then looked again at the antelope It was exasperating. was determined to have shot, at any rate, and in the hope that might stun one of them or at least bewilder him for an instant whisper ed to Sajad to be ready with his knife and make dash the moment I fired Cautiously I raised the gun to my shoulder and was pressing the trigger, when Sajad touched me and whispered: Wait, .sahibl Look thereP'
 looked, and my shotgun fell At a slight angle, but little more than half way between us and the antelope. there crouched royal Bengal tiger. A single glance was sufficient He was surely a man eater. Evidently he had been on the point of satisfying his hunger with an antelope when he caught sight of us He was within an easy leap of the deer, but was deliberately turning away and facing us The motion startled the deer, and they bounded of, but the tiger paid them no further attention The huge creature opened his great jaws till his head seemed nothing but red, yawn- ing. gullet bordered by long, ragged, glistening teeth, and with a savage snarl he began to approach us.
 There was no need of looking about for place of safety. The jungle was sparsely wooded at the best, and the largest tree we had passed in coming from camp would not have borne even Sajad's weight 10 feet from the ground Sajad had only his hunting knife, I nothing but my shotgun.
 "One of us must go, sahib." Sajad muttered, without taking his eyes from the tiger "If we run together, we shall both go He will overtake us in mo ment Let Allah decide as it is written in our foreheads Run that way for your life, sahib. I will run this way Be quick, before he comes nearerl' There was no time for thought It seemed fair proposition, and even as he spoke the Hindoo started at the top of his speed away. It was useless stand ing still or following him, and acting upon his suggestion I started in the op- posite direction
 After running a rod or two looked over my shoulder The tiger had made leap and was just landing, already crouched for another spring. He was following mel
 will not admit that I hoped he would follow Salad, but did hope that he would not choose me- It amounted to the same thing.
 Istarted on for one more desperate struggle was doomed. knew it per fectly well, yet while there is life there is hope, and l ran as I never ran be- fore. l resolved to go as far as I could and then whirl about and give the tiger charge of fine shot full in the face. It might put out his eyes There was at least that possibility to hang a desperate hope upon, and throwing my gun to my shoulder turned The tiger was not therel Looking farther back, I saw his tawny hide in the underbrush. Instant ly it rose. He was making a leap, but it was not toward me. One thrill of gratitude shot through my veins, when my heart stood still with horror. There was one sharp yelp as the huge form swept through the air, and crushing the leaves and branches as it fell landed up on the prostrate figure of Salad, silently waiting for the blow.
 stood there petrified, the cold per spiration dripping from, my forehead. There was not sound from Sajad. There was only one fierce howl from the tiger; then all was still
 It was only an instant, but in that in- stant we two, my Hindoo servant and I, stood out before me in very bold re- lief. I had run for my life, knowing that the chahces lay between us two and hoping at least that the tiger might not follow me He had run, too, knowing that the chance lay between us, and be- cause the tiger did not follow him he had come back again and tempted him called him away from me and given his life for mine
 He was poor benighted heathen and only an average sample of his kind. He could not help estealing pretty things He could not stop telling lies. But surely he was a truer, braver, no bier man than 1, and if the image of God can be found today in any of his | creatures it would require no very deep theologian to decide which of us two betrayed it least profaned. Henry Will | lard French in Romance.