Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-01-10

1 Q ciu1np or DTuSn uHuSually O6uSEs a huge form launched itself toward him. and fearful roar vibrated through his ears. His club, which hung loosely iii his hand, swas rudely struck away. and he lodged barely in time to save himself from being flung to the earth by the weight of monster lynx that had leaped to slay him.
 As it was, the bound of the boy had fallen short, and the maddened crea- ture that rose in spite of the trap and weight that dangled from it's massive paw, held to his clothing for the second of time necessary to spring again athis l throat.
 A battle to the death was on in an ip. stant. The arms and chest of the black, smith lad were swelled to their greatest tension. With d twist that wrenched his shoulders, he tore the claws of the raging beast from his neck and dashed it partially away.
 But the animal rose again like fury tearing at his shoulders and arms, rip ping away his garments, and began tc try to sink it's fangs in the flesh of his hip.
 Boy and beast staggered back to gether, and the dragging weight of the trap got caught in the stubborn l branches of d hush. Tine creature, how. ever, gave tremendous lurch that parted the chs1in. It was now free o1 most of it's hindranee and might have escaped with ease; but it chose to fight With all the force of that fierce heave by which it broke away the lynx land. 1 ed on the hoy. He was overthrown bus struggled, first to his knees, then to knee and foot, and fought like 1 giant. Seizing the paw that was stil. caught in the trap and fetching it m. der his leg, he gave it wrench of such terrible force as to snap the joint.
 With howl of rage the creature re. doubled it's efforts; the paw had been simply useless before, but was now source of added fury Lawrence was again pressed to the earth. battered or the side of the head, his arm ripped down till the deep-clawed gash gaped open and bled like a spring.
 He was now infuriated himself; he felt gush of strength incredibly great He grappled with the brute with des- perate recklessness, and over and over down the hill they rolled. for at least Tod. When they stopped his hand came in contact with a piece of granite sharp and heavy, imbedded in the sand This he wrenched from the ground and fetched a mighty blow at the head ol lis raging foe. The ragged stone struck | just at the base of the skull, and crushed into. the vertebrate of the neck
 A quiver, as of death, yibrated the form of the huge, battling creature; yet it's throes were fFightful, and the breast and thigh of the boy were faked e1 clothing and terribly lacerated With another giant effort the boy rolled from under the creature and caught up his club, which had fallen in q sagebrush near the scene of the last great effort The lynx was now in terrible spasm but quite unable to rise again to the fray. With the tremendous swing thai he had learned at the forge, Lawrence fetched it blow that shiyered the club of hickory and stilled the animal for. ever.
 The first care of the boy was to staunch the flow of blood and bind LID his wounds, that his mother should not be unduly frightened. When he had done this he sat down to rest and reeov- CT his strength. Then he gathered up his traps, took the long, heavy, slippery body partly on his shoulder and partly in his arms, and staggered down the hill. For this young westerner com bined the pluck of the Yankee with the | stoical endurance of the Indian.
 When, with his face oddly decorated with sticking plaster and his arm still wrapped in 0 bandage, the sturdy Law renee met the wealthy young woman in the store, and delivered the skin, all most perfect and of wonderful size and beauty, she was speeches. with aston ishment. The keeper of the place had told her something of the story
 "You-you had to fightit-you might have been killed" she gasped.
 Lawrence nodded modestly; his usu- ally calm eyes fell, and something of blush overspread his countenance.
 You shall have the amount of the bounty and the purchase price of $100 besides" she said, "andAand, if you don't mind-I should--lil1e very much to shake hands"
 Poor little Mrs. Darrow who till now had not been told of the wonderful nf fer and therefore of the value of the monster lynx, could merely hold hard 4y, T ,fl l. l. T