Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-12-06

luckily l saw VOwler's hand spread toward
me with q motion which meant Down.
Down. Upon this I crouched again, and
watched him for the signal.
To my surprise. he made no other sign
but began to indulge in a careless whistle
OF some common English tune-"Vilt-
kins and his Dinah" I think it NASHVILLE
he kept below his parapet Of rock and with
a jerk seconded by pull Of rope from mo-
hoisted the efgy of poor Val Parker IN
the narrow gap between us. Crack came
a bullet through the waistcoat OF the
dummy. and with one accord We let 1t fan,
while the roar of a gun rang up the gorge
Then the great bear rose on his crooked
hind legs. with a chuckle such as no bear
has ever yet accomplished.
STEADY aim. both" cried Vowler TO me,
and the crack Of our rifles was but one
and down fell the bear with his legs
against the sky. dead before the echo OF
his chuckle had died out.
Vowler was for letting him lie so. les
son to all other bears. that they must not
shoot mankind. II might have been wiser
to be thus content; but my curiosity was
on the rush. Whether he would 90 or not,
I must. and 1 scarcely gave him time TO
load again. for his was a very old fashion
ed tool. When We came 10 the animal l
struck a light without stopping TO think
of the danger; and there with the bears
nose hanging limp upon It and the ears
standing up like the horns of an owl was
the corpse of the headman Of the village.
the old Starchna who had made US that
gushing Grafton Il few days ago.
Swan indeed Swine is the name for
them" said the Cornishman, who never
could make out their vowels; some Of
them go on all tours throughout their
lives. 1t has pleased the Almighty that
they should have no souls
This was an exaggeration perhaps. At
any rate they had some care for one an
others bodies When we came in the
morning to bury the old villain, who had
served under Schamyl and so learned that
trick. there was no corpse of man, neither
any skin of bear nothing but little scum
of gore turned purple, like the garbage
of O. bad life sanitated by the sun.
"Om with us! Every blessed beggar Of a
Britonw cried Bob Phipps, too limp with
terror even to jerk his elbows. over the
border, anyhow; or we are all dead men.
To the devil with the nuggets and tho
golden heeces, and the sack Of specimens,
and everything but our guns. We have
set UP the blood-feud This old villain
has. seven sons, and something like sew
enty grandsons. Not another night for US
in Suanetia.'
Not one of us would have lived to tell
I.,r
loves adventurous Britous. Prince Mu-
ZACH had happened to come down that day
1t was worth good sackful of gold 10 him
to find that we had settled an old score Of
his by disposing of the village headman;
and he swore with his hands on the knees
of several very formidable images that he
woGd see us safe through the Leila chain
and beyond the pursuit of his savages.
But he said that the sooner we went the
better il would be-and we agreed with
him.
Toward evening. Of the second day after
we had slain the bear. we were on our re-
treat with twelve old trusty foresters to
help us. There was no time TO go round
by Lapur we must make short cut
through the Leila chain, where no road is,
and get beyond the mountains, the ram
parts of this savage world. When I knew
that we We're within a mile Of tho old
tower in the forest. 1 put it to the rest
whether they would wait for me or go
on without me. Happen what might. I
could not leave the love of my life my
Leila. without seeing her once more and
trying to take her, if she would come with
me.
Times there are mot many. but some) in
the life of almost every man when he feels
that there are greater things even to him,
by the will Of Cod than his own short
gift of human breath. Such a power was
on me now. and the web Of forest spread
above me like the weaving Of my fate.
SO I came with my young heart beating as
II never will beat again to the fair alcove
of ferns and flowers, fairor than any fairy
dream. where my darling was wont at
this sweet hour to quicken their beauty
with her bright eyes
But she was not there. The lovely bower
was flushed with the glow Of the setting
sun. and plumed with the verdure of ferns,
and embroidered with the tint of flowers.
But where was the love? What good is
love that cannot touch and answer u.s.
Gazing round I saw slip of paper in red
lily-pod and read: II dare not come.
Some one is seeking TO STAY me-
Oh. that she had kept to this! ! would
have waited through the SHOWS for her.
But my love had espied me from some
loop-hole. and her sweet faith brought her
death. saw her light form gliding swift
lv down the forest alley toward me. and
her white arms spread with JOY. and the
lustre of ncr hair tossed back. to show
the glory Of her laughing eyes-then prone
on her face. and in the grass she quivered,
while the roar Of q gun came up the glade.
In a moment I held her upon my breast
and sobbed. and Whispered, and craved
one word. and lifted her limp neck, and
pressed her TO me. as if I could staunch
the ebb Of life But ] saw the light fad
ing. and the dim cloud futtering and the
wan shadow falling, while she tried TO
speak: 1T was for you, Yas2cr; it was
for you
Her love was content that 7 should know
how great it was. then she died.
What became o. me after this. 7 know
not: and it was long bcipge ] cared TO
ask. The others came ANA carried nee
away think, being guided BY ,he roar
Of that great gun. the very one. no doubt
which had done TO death our comrades.
have visited Suanetia many time
since then. without caring TO search for
the golden fleece. There is no grander
scenery in the world: but neither do ] go
for that. I go for the sake Of quiet lit
tie grave. where the roar Of the INCUR is
a faint sad murmur borne upon the winds
like the memory Of love. and high above
the darkness Of the forest l can see the