The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-10-10

every point Of the moorland there
came toward him in crowds rabbits,
cartridges, ~pheasants, quail and snipe.
Soon the little open space, in the midst
of which the gray roc rose, was SO
filed that Lohier had scarcely DOL
to stand.
Crazy with joy, he began firing into
this crowd of animals. Every one of
his shots brought down five OF six
pieces of game. But Lohier, who had
never seen such luck, shot without
firing himself until Pataud was the
only living being near him. He left
the brave dog to guard his treasure
and ran home out of breath.
I'VE are saved!" he cried to Paulette.
"Give me our donkey, with our big
gest panniers."
The morning was hardly long enough
for him to carry away his booty, al
though the poor donkey went back and
forth each time with a heavier load.
When William and his friends came
into the yard, Lohier was finishing the
unloading of the last pannier. At the
sight of this great heap of game, the
mischievous smiles which had been on
their lips changed to open-mouthed as
constituent. They stood there, their
arms hanging down. looking at each
other, and not knowing what to say.
: Lohier, beside himself with joy, rub
bed his hands and laughed with all his
heart. He felt himself happier than a
king, when his friends, recovering
from their establishment, gave him
their warmest compliments. The hares
were so fine! cartridges so fat The
%pheasants and small game in such
state! They all began feeling of the
game with their hands.
oh, what Il surprise! The little
jewellers of the moorland all jumped
to their feet at once. The hares began
to run, the cartridges and the other
birds to fly in every direction and in
such combustion that the witnesses of
the scene knew not what had become
of them. At last the game had all dis
appeared, and the voice of crystal,
which Lohier had already heard, pro-
nounced these words:
Friend Lohier, remember that by
the gray rock you asked me only for
six hares and twelve cartridges. You
have killed without mercy all these
poor guests of my moorland. 1 gave
them back their life and leave you a
counsel-you must not abuse your OPP
portunities." A light, rosy cloud, fol
lowed by a bright flame, showed the
departure of the fairy.
1t was now the turn of William and
his companions to laugh long and loud
But finally, seeing the pitiful air of
poor Lohier, Will came forward with
outstretched hand.
Cousin" he said, 1--WE give you back
your word. Our bet was only a joke
None of us would take his property
away from a brave fellow like you
But let me add counsel to the one yOu
have already received: You must nevel
promise to do what is above YOU
strength"
Thanks, William, to yourself ani
to all of you, my friends" answered
Lohier. 81 have been %imprudent an(
a vain a l shall probably be al
my life long the clumsiest hunter o
the country. But l now know a way
of getting good from it.. From to-day
you may hunt freely on my ground.
shall be as pleased with your luck a
If it were my own"
Strange to say, from the day whel
Lohier showed himself so generou
and simple in acknowledging wher
he was wrong, he had good luck il
hunting. He seldom went through tn
moOrland in the company of hi
friends without bringing back a well
filled gamebag.-Philadelphia Press.