The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-06-11
DIANA and TIE SPIDER,

society recruited from an exclusive cir
Gle Of Mob HIPS youthful matrons. It
meets through the winter, with aggra-
waited activity during Lent, at houses
of the members; "First fannels to the
INDECENT" it's symbol, thimble, or,
crossed by a pair Of scissors argent,
on background Of flannel gules, sur
mounted by, a spool of thread cou-
chant.
The demure maid who serves bolnl-
lon, tea and chocolate to the society's
fair Decreases hears tales from every
quarter Of the globe, Of life in the sum-
mer colonies along the New England
coast, Of yachting cruises through Nor
Weglan fi0rds in the yellow wake Of
the midnight sun, Of walking tours in
the Landes and camping trips in the
north woods. She knows her planet
better than many whose orbits are less
circumscribed, and can safely be relied
upon for information regarding elk in
Oregon or salmon in the Columbia, the
proper time to hunt the grizzly in AS
sinibola, and the relative merits of the
Andalusian donkey and his twin broth
er the Rocky mountain burro.
After serving the Bradamante of the
society with a cup Of tea and a cavaire
sandwich, she retires to dusky COR
ner of the room, reflled the lamp under
the brazen kettle, and rearranges the
Ilvs0c
jeweEmOunted spoons upon the teak
wood table. -
When the fuffy-haired Mrs. Jack, the
society's president and the hostess of
the occasion, begins her story there is
a lull in the talk, which the wind fills
in with neatly executed arpeggio.
Mrs. Jacks mouth droops in wistful
curves, and beside her eyes an infants
would seem sophisticated.
Jack says I must go VIII nim to
i "a, but shall never dare to look
tiger in the face, after my expert
ence on the Big Muddy"
Mrs. Jacks adventures have famil-
| iarized the society with Tin Cup, Big
Bug, Bundle Bee and Medicine Hat.
But the Big Muddy offers delightful
fields for speculation, for it has not yet
found a place on any map, and it's
only high roads are the half-obliter-
ated trails left by the Utes when they
dnwillingly departed for new hunting
| grounds.
''You remember the big-horn I shot
after Jack and the guides had tracked
him for ten days over the Rattlesnake
range in Wyoming?" Mrs. Jack con-
tinues plaintively.
l.; I,
as we'll as the giant shark in the Mex
! lean gulf; the mountain lion and the
cinnamon bear with the amber eyes
picked off by Mrs. Jacks rifle in the
San Francisquito mountains. The idea
| Of her not daring to look a tiger in the
| face under any circumstances taxes
ever known fear, ever Quailed before
beast, bird or fsh-this modern Arte-
mis-? H. ..- E,..-.. ..--z-.l.. -...ss-
When she accompanies her husband
on his hunting expeditions she wears
the woods autumn livery-leaf-brown
and scarlet-an abbreviated skirt and
leggings Of brown corduroy, scarlet
leather shirt with elk's teeth for but
tons, hat festooncd with trout and
salmon flies and shining leaders. A
| cartridge belt girdles her slender waist
| with it's depending revolver and hunt
| ing knife.
It is remarkable that Mrs. Jack has
escaped the cinnamon's embrace, and
bruin might well be pardoned such an
| indiscretion.
"Jack has always said that my phys
! lcal courage first attracted him. But
had meyer confessed to him that there
was one test to which should be I'm
equal. It came on the Big Muddy.
Listen:
''We were camped in the quaking
aspen. Snow had fallen, and the elk
were coming down. You could hear
them bungling on every side just be-
fore dawn. 1t is easy to stop a band
of elk as they pass near your camp by
| initiating their call upon an empty
cartridge shell. I have learned the.
trick, and Jack had no hesitation in
permitting me to choose my own trail
one morning and follow it along afoot.
| he and the guides scattering in other
directions. The taste of the camp cof-
fee was still upon my lips; my cheeks
| tingled with the frosty breath of the.
| morning air as I kept cautiously to,
windward Of the elk, whose trumpet-
| ing stirred me like martial music.
"a stray bear track showed here and
| there in the fresh snow. But I W.
after elk. A hundred miles law be-
tween our camp and the nearest settle
ment. All, the solitude of those
woods!" sl...
! Mrs. Jack leans back in her chair
and signs reminiscently as she gazes
| into the blazing hearth fire, a charming
picture in her house gown Of old blue,
frightened with the CLEAN of Persian
embroidery, interviewer with uncut
| jewels.
81 had gone three miles, perhaps
four, over fallen spruce up the steep
side of a ragged mountain, when,
crash, across MY trail came band OF
elk. headed by a Magnificent bull
| "Crouching behind a boulder, wait
| ell. have waited so often for big
game, from Alaska to the gulf. Jack
says that have seen more than he can
ever hope to see If he lives to be a hun
~dred. My hand was steady. Jack often
| gets buck fever. never do. I took
deliberate aim. The elk came toward
the bullet and dropped dead without
struggle. Blazing the trail as / re-
traced it toward the camp for the ma ok