The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-02-28

In bunch to his Rdrdle and q pretty
jingle they made as he sped onward.
Anon he plunged into wood OF lofty
trees, where the underlying brushwood
grew thick enough to harbor hundred
tigers within easy reach Of him. The
| thought made him blanch a bit; but
nevertheless he pushed on till he reach
ed the very spot where the man-eater
had made his last meal OF human flesh.
There could be no doubt of it. for
traces Of the poor fellows blood We're
still to be seen on the white pebbles
in the bed of what, during the rainy
season, became a foaming torrent.
Here Charlie Wallace halted, with his
rifle at full cock in his right hand, and
gazed about him.
Naught stirred All was silent as
the grave-oppressively silent. All!
what noise was that which he heard
behind him! The footsteps Of his serv-
ant? Impossible! Ali must still be
half a mile behind him. AS this
through his mind he faced around just
In time to see a pair Of cleaning eyes
glaring at him from the brushwood.
Quick as lightning he raised his rifle
and fired. A wild howl answered the
report, and huge tiger rolled down
l1ilo Iuc gully, WaClc IL ltty lOr u ulO-
ment as If stunned. But it quickly re-
covered itself and crouched to spring
on it's assailant. Had Wallace Waver-
ed for half second he must have
shared the fate of the luckless runner.
But he whipped out his pistol and dis
charged it point blank in the animals
face. One Of the slugs entered it's eye
and pierced the BRAIN and the ruthless
creature fell seemingly lifeless at his
feet; then he knew that it must actu-
ally have made it's spring when he
fired.
With his second pistol in his hand
he sat down on the brink Of the gully
and mopped the moisture from his
dripping brows. Meanwhile he kept
his eye fixed upon his enemy, half ex-
pecting to see it rise and renew the at
tack. But there it lay quite motionless,
and was indeed stone dead.
He had ample time to admire the
beauty Of his sleek coat before Ali
made his appearance.
What marvel!' exclaimed that
worthy, almost breathless with wonder
and admiration. Heaven has enabled
saheeb to shoot the devilw
''The question now is, what are we
to do with the devil, as you call himy
said his master Can we get a bull
lock-car hereabouts?"
"Surely,' replied Ali. AT the next
village, not a mile off, where every
bullock-cart and bullock will be proud
ly at the beck Of the saheeb who has
destroyed the devil"
well, away with you, and fetch
one One will serve our turn,'' said the
devil-shooter, smiling.
About half an hour later loud shout
ing proclaimed the approach of the
vehicle and half the village. AS the
noisy crowd drew near one old man
rushed forward and, groveling at the
lieutenant's feet, exclaimed, "Oh, my
Lord, my Lord, hast thou verify de-
stroyed the devil that devoured my
brothers son?',
Meanwhile the villagers crowded
round the carcass Of their fallen foe,
and kicked and spat upon it to their
hearts content. One fellow pulled out
a Undertook and struck light, where
with to proceed to SINCE the animals
whiskers. But Ali checked him with
threat that if he spoilt the creatures
skin he was like to share it's fate.
Others, instead Of venting their hate
on their dead foe, tenderd milk and
fruit and wild honey to the tiger
queller, or, rather, to the devil-queller,
as they deemed him, And, sure
enough, ere long, up came a hoary
priest to lay the spirit of the beast,
lest it should haunt the village and
work far more evil than while clothed
with flesh. They drew magic circle
round the carcass, and smeared it's
head with dabs of red paint, and pros
trated themselves before it by way Of
soothing the wrath Of it's patron god
dess, the working Kali. FL
nally they wreathed it's neck with wild
flowers and hoisted it into the cart and
marched in procession before it to the
music Of tomtoms and half a dozen
horns And then, as night came cn,
scores of torch bearers swelled the
throng that marched in front of the
cart.
When they were within two miles
distance of the lieutenant's headquar-
tiers they were overtahen by stout1sh
gentleman riding a powerful and sp:r-
tied horse. Refining it in alongside the
cart where sat the lieutenant beside
the tiger he asked:
whats agate?'
Wallace modestly explained, to the
best of his ability, amid all that din
Of tomtoms, horns and human voices
The horseman looked puzzled for a
moment Then he said: But you're
not a post-runner."
At this moment up rode three other
horsemen. He turned to one Of them
and whispered something which Wal
lace failed to catch. He then rode off,
followed by the two other horsemen.
The one to whom he had spoken ac-
companied the procession, chatting to
the amateur post-runner. till the cars
stopped at the door Of Wa!lace's bun.
galow. There he abruptly said: "Au
revoir, lieutenant Wallace" and rode
off.
what on earth does he mean with
his au revoirY' muttered the tiger
queller as he entered his "diggings"
"And how the dickens does he know
my name and grader" He had failed
to observe the diplomatic art with
which the horseman had pumped him
during their chant Summa ars est
celare artem.
Scarcely had the tiger-hunter DOTTED
his red coat, washed off his war-paint
and donned his ordinary 'togs' when
his boy came in with note, which
! ran:
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