Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-07-29
A DIVORCE SUIT.

l sort of pigeon wing, snorted, bumped his back little as though about to buck, then he stood still, puffing nerv- ously, and with head high in air and his tawny ears cooked forward indicat- ed danger" as plainly as a we'll train ed bird dog shows the near presence of game ill the covert.
 | A sharp thrill shot through Boston s frame as for fleeting second he thought "Indians!' But very brief reflection told him that under present circum | stances-the reds having been very re. gently thrashed and sent back to their reservation as children spanked and sent } to bed-was impossible, yet he pulled his winchester from its scabbard with some celerity, and his voice was not quite clear as he asked
 "What is it, Dick?"
 The cayuse snorted again and trem- bled slightly, and then his rider saw what alarmed him. A big black bear was just coming from behind sharp turn in the canyon, at place known as "the Elbow" some 50 yards from where Dick had halted. He was not such very big bear, comparatively
 
 under which even 6 small bear assumes alarming proportions, and this one, ap- | bearing suddenly as he did, seemed about ! as big as an OK He was about as much l surprised, however, as Boston was, so much so that ill his astonishment he for got all discretion, and rearing up on his hind feet ambled toward the horseman, with the obvious intention of hugging him.
 | Boston was a bit "rattled,' for he l had never before encountered a bear alone, but his nerve did not desert him. "Steady, Dicky boy, steady!" he said | gently as he sprang from the saddle and rested his rifle across its pOmmel. In 8 l trice he had bruin covered where he wanted him, just under the left shoul- der and then he began pumping lead. 1 At the first shot the bear saw his error and came down on all fours for the sake l of speed, but he was too late. Boston had his range, and at the third shot MT. Bear fell into the road in a heap and be- gan kicking the dust and biting himself ill his death struggle.
 Presently, as his slayer leaned over him and congratulated himself on his craftsmanship, there came fresh sur prise that caused Boston to whirl on his heel and stand painting, peering all about to see whence had come that trem- bling, unmistakably feminine voice in the query;
 "Oh, sir, are you sure he's quite dead:"
 Boston rubbed his eyes and looked again. There she was, the owner of the voice, standing with clasped hands on the highest point of "the Elbow" and looking down at him appoalingly
 "Tenderfoot, Pretty, too, by Jove!" thought Boston. But he said very sharply, for he did not like sudden l shocks
 I "What on earth are you doing up thcre?"
 Are you sure he's quite dead?" the fair tenderfoot responded irrelevantly.
 "To be sure he is, ' was the short re- ply as the bear slayer gave his fallen foe a vicious kick.
 The stranger disappeared, coming again into view just where bruin had first shown himself to Boston's star tied eyes The latter had somewhat re- covered himself and repented his seem- iLg rudcncss, and as he advanced to meet her, his handsome head uncovered, tho lady could not help noting what a romantic appearance he had
 "I-I'm so glad you camc," she fal- tered as he camo up to where she had stopped aud was leaning against the rock. "I'Vo been up there ever since about | u'rluck, and it must be quite . hv now.
 "But-er-how
 "Oh, went up there to sketch, and when l started to come down tkcro was } .hat horrid bear, right at the bottom of lhe rock! Ugh!"
 Did he see you?"
 'No; if he had just looked at me, should have died I know! shan't dare go out again ill that way, all alone"
 "You don't seem to have lost your nerve very badly" said Boston, looking at her admiringly. How pretty she was, and what a figure, to be sure "Er- pardon me, but where are you stop. ping?' he queried.
 "Over at MT. Wheatley's. am Mrs. Harlan, " answered the fair rescued.
 ''Yes: ! amor was, back in the States-Mr. Bendixon. Out here, |" and Ao SAhAASu SIlAl1S hIH IOOStOu, US cause probably do not come from there By the way, where is your horse? I am going to MT. Wheatley's to get a wagon to bring in MT. Bear, and I will see you safely home, although there's probably net another bear within 50 miles o1 here
 But Mrs. Harlan had como out afoot tho Wheatley ranch house being nnlJ about a mile distant, so they walke over together, Dick ambling along il the rear with his usual meekness.
 When they returned for the bear, Mrs Harlan mounted a horse, and nothin daunted rode back to the scene of he scare, despite the protestations of Mrs Wheatley, who had been worrying abou her ever since she had failed to appea at the luncheon hour If she was charm ing on foot, she was doubly so on horse back, Boston thought, as he compare this tenderfoot with the Gila girls, wh all rode splendidly in their way, bu were not, as rule, particularly grace ful in the saddle, or out of it, for tha matter.
 Fred Bendixon was still thinking ( the charming tenderfoot as, after takin dinner with the Wheatley's, he rod l. slowly homeward through the gatherin g darkness. He had been in New Mexic Il three years now, and she was the onl civilized being, as he told himself, tha he had talked with in all that time She was really delightful, he decided Were it not for her vivacity, she woul be much like
 "BahW said Bendixon, So viciousl that Dick gave little jump. tI wis 1 she weren't '' 7.1
 For the last year he had given let thought to her--that proud, stately gil ] who had rniRod his lifsi that eEsasHS