Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-01-15
A DIVORCE SUIT.

Little Dick stopped short, executed a
sort of pigeon wing, snorted, bumped
his back little as though about to
buck, then he stood still, putting nerv-
ously, and with head high in air and
his tawny ears cooked forward indicat-
cd danger" as plainly as well train
, ed bird dog shows the near presence OF
game in the covert.
A sharp thrill shot through Boston s
frame as for fieeting second he thought
"Indiansl" 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 La pulled
his winchester from its scab5ard with
some celebrity, 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
bQ6 GlDOW, bOuiO w yoloo llOIt
where Dick had halted. He was not
such very big bear, comparatively
speaking, but there are circumstances
under which even q small bear assumes
alarming proportions, and this one, ap-
pearing suddenly as he did, seemed about
as big as an OK. He was about as much
surprised, however, as Boston was, SO
much SO that in his establishment 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 bit ratified" for he
had never before encountered bear
alone, but his nerve did not desert him.
Steady, Dicky boy, steadyr' he said
gently as he sprang from the saddle and
rested his rifle across its pommel. In a
trice he had bruin covered where he
wanted him, just under the left shout
der, and then he began pumping lead.
At the first shot the bear saw his error
and came down on all tours for the sake
Of speed, but he was too late. Boston
had his range, and at the third shot Mr..
Bear fell into the road in q heap and be-
gan kicking the dust and biting himself
In his death struggle.
Presently, as his slayer leaned over
him and congratulated himself on his
Workmanship, 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, Enthusiastically feminine voice in
the query:
"Oh. sir, are you sure he's quite
deadi''
Boston rubbed his eyes zad 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 appealingly.
"Tenderfoot. Pretty, too, by JoveW
thought Boston. But he said very
sharply, for he did not Ike sudden
shocks:
what on earth are you doing up
there?''
"Are you sure he's quite dead?" the
fair tenderfoot responded irrelevantly.
ITO be sure he is" was the short re-
ply as the bear slayer gave his fallen foe
vicious kick.
The stranger disappeared, coming
again into view just where bruin had
first shown himself to Bostons star
tied eyes. The latter had somewhat re-
covered himself and repented his SEEM
ing rudeness, and as he advanced to
meet her. his handsome head uncovered,
the lady could not help noting what
romantic appearance he had.
lin SO glad you came," she fall
tered as he came up to where she had
stopped and was leaning against the
rock. "I've been up there ever since
about IL O'Clock, and it must be quite
by now"
"But-er-how"-
"Oh, went up there to sketch, and
when started to come down there was
that horrid bear, right at the bottom Of
the rockl Ugh"
"Did he see your"
"No; If he had just looked at me, l
should have died, know Ishan't dare
60 out again in that way, all alone.
"You don't seem to have lost your
nerve very badly" said Boston, looking
at her admlrlngly. how pretty she was,
and what figure, to be sure "Er-
pardon me, but where are you stop
ping?" he queried.
"Over at Mr.. Wheatley's. am Mrs
Harlan" answered the fair rescued.
Eyes? I amor was, back in the
6tates-Mr. Bendixon. Out here" and
he smiled grimly, 81 am Boston, be-
cause probably do not come from there
By the way, where is your horse? am
going to Mr.. Wheatley's to get wagon
to bring in Mr.. Bear, and will see you
safely home, although there's probably
not another bear within 90 miles of
here"
But Mre. Harlan had come out afoot,
the WheatleY ranch house being only