The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-08-07
Killed a Bear and Won a
Husband

JACK has always said that my phys
zeal courage first attracted him. "
This was one OF MIRA jacks casual
condolences, noted at a meeting Of tho
Band, Gusset and Seam, and recalled
by members Of the society when they
assemble for afternoon tea under the
oaks Of Burlingame.
Jack and his friends have not yet
arrived. cit will be an hour before
the men come" some one suggests,
regarding Mrs. Jack adoringly from
her place at her feet The devo-
ton Of "Dr. Jim's" troopers to their
leader has its counterpart in the SEN
timent which Mrs. Jack inspires in
the ranks Of the Band, Gusset and
Seam.
With the passing Of winter the ac-
tiyities Of this coterie have been
merged into the pursuits affected by
the fashionable set which girdles the
globe from New York to London, by
way of Yokohama. But Mrs. Jack
rarely joins in such mild diversions rs
the trailing of golf sphere, or watch
ing polo from the top of coach.
Give her the freedom of the desert,
with a shadow, yellow as its sands, in
advance of her, creeping, velvet footed
toward the shelter of rocky canon;
or a shimmering stretch of tropical
water, broken into waves which threat.
en- to engulf her frail canoe, as she
watches the struggles Of a dying alli-
gator. The memory Of such scenes as
these recurs to her now, as her eyes
travel over the trim landscape, and
she signs as she observes irrelevantly !:
81 am like old Horace Walpole; I
do not care for a country so tame that
it may be stroked."
The small circle around the tea ia
BILE exchanges congratulatory glances.
It's entertainment is assured when
Mrs. Jack begins to find fault with
Mob Hill and Burlingame.
"Fort Whoop-Up is not exactly
what you would call domesticated, "
Mrs Jack continues, thoughtfully.
''We arrived there at dusk-Aunt
Pyncheon, Cousin Tom and with
tents, blankets, and a small arsenal of
rifles and ammunition.
"My aunt, from the back seat Of the
blackboard, surveyed the surround
ings and said decisively: Please to
have some one take me to my hotel.
Eyes, dear; we will hail a passing
cab and go at once" replied.
"Just then tall, lean man rose, APP.
parently from the adobe and sage o
the trail. He wore a frieze of gray
felt, which had once been hat, held
together by a rattlesnake band and {
dado Of cartridge belt, hunting knife
and pistols.
"Im the runner for the CONNER
.cial House, he announced, gathering
his wreck of a sombrero skilIfully il
one hand
" 'You must have run a long way,
/ said, sweeping the vacant horizon
with my eye. Supper had long bee
over at the Commercial House, bu
the proprietor found the remnants 0
it, and set them out, with no foolis
frippery Of table cloth and napkins
"Sounds and scents of the summe
might crowded in at the shutterles
windows-the pungent breath of sage
with fainter perfume from the prim
roses. dropped here aud there throug
the violet dusk like fakes Of newl
fallen snow. Somewhere near til
house a stream hurried on to the Pa
cifc, babbling Of country it ha
lately left.
"The next day weset out to find tn
land with our guides and pack horses
It was q long climb from the rive
bottom to the zigzag trail windin
through forest hot and spicy and 6
lent as an Eastern grove sacred to til