The Atlanta constitution., 1894-05-14

the clearing toward the little cabin in one
of whose little windows Mrs. Brady had set
a light.
Ted watched the bear moving over the
stumpy clearing with his head pointing to-
ward the shanty but all at once he saw
more than this.
him as he had never been thrilled before.
1t was nothing less than moccasin, where
one of the hind feet of the supposed bear
sh ,uld have been, and the more he looked
the surer he was OF this.
All was plain now.
The skin before him was Jacks. but an
Indian was inside it, and, Of course for
some diabolical purpose.
Well did the red man know that he could
cabin in his own dress; therefore, probably
knowing something about the boy settlers
pet he had killed Jack in the forest and
had undertaken this stratagem to carry out
his evil designs.
Ted knew that if his mother should see
the supposed Jack in the clearing she
would hasten to open the door to MIN, with
out suspecting anything wrong, and when
he thought Of the peril that menaced her
he could hardly suppress cry.
Meantime the Indian must have been con-
CIRCULATING himself on the success of his
trick.
He had not seen the boy in his rear. and
now, with but a few yards between him and
his victims. he looked upon his victory as
certain.
The Irish boy had reached the fringe of
the clearing, and, in the brilliant moonlight
he saw the object that moved across it.
must tell, for if thrown away, the young
marksman would have upon hm one of the
dread scourges of the frontier, and he
might be the first victim of savage fury in
that locality
AS the boy trapper's rifle touched his
shoulder the cabin door opened, and he
caught sight of his mother.
She had opened the door for Jack and
the redskin had only o spring ~ and with
bound carry himself beyond the threshold.
of an old markSman, Ted covered the Shag-
gy head and fired
At the sharp report :, dark object seemed
to spring into the ar. and the next instant
1t lay on the ground, while the white faced
woman in the doorway gaZed across the
clearing, too frightened for moment to
stir.
Ted ran forward, so to be seen in an
instant, and as lie cleared the ground be-
tween the scene o. mis- 5not and the cabin
he was recognized, and his mother cried
out:
'It, is Jack you have killed, boy! Didn't
you know the old .ellow?'
TED met his mother at the door, and for
a moment, looking up into her face, he
could not answer her; but after glancing at
the silent figure among the stumps, he
made reply:
Jack never wore moccasins, mother. The
bear out there happens to be an Indian"
in It the IN frdn lay the caTe{ Ted
pulled the bearskin from him he saw the
painted face and the weapons OF the war
path that he CARVED in his belt
After awhile mother and son dragged the
body to secluded spot behind the cabin.
There a grave was made, and in it they
placed the corpse Of one Indian who would
never return to follow FH2tiac across the
frontiers.
The bearskin was removed to the cabin,
and when Ted's father came back, as he did.
a few days later, he was shown Jacks bull
let bored hide, while he listened to the story
of his boys remarkable shot.
If the Indian had companions in the neigh
borhood they retreated without seeking to
revenge the death of their spy, and when
the tide of war flowed into that region the
Bradys had taken :efpge in one of the
more eastern forts Wfere they remained
till the uprising had been put down.
Ted Brady grew to manhood near the
scene of his adventure. He became noted
for his craftsmanship; but NJ GjWays called
his best shot the which saved his
mother from the .omahaWk Of the indian
in lacks skin.