The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-09-24
A FRENCH GIRLS PLUCK.
True story of wild Race With
wolves.

The following. true adventure is an Incl
dent in the life of a French girl and it
occurred not so many years ago.
1t all happened in South America, whith-
er DR.. Jerome of Paris and his pretty
young daughter ha6gone to live.
It was in a rough part of the country
the exact locality l do not remember.
There was, not much society for the
French girl. who. in consequence, was
rather lonely In town some thirty
miles distant, however, lived a family
whom the doctor and his daughter Marie
had known in France. There was no rail
road then between these two towns, and
the only road ran, most of the way,
through a thick forest. Whenever Mare
went to visit her friends her father al
ways escorted her, for, owing to the num-
Der of wolves who infested the woods, it
was not safe for girl to ride through
alone. Marie had been spending two or
three DAYS with her friends. She was to
have returned on that afternoon with her
father, but noontime came without any
sign of the good doctor. When IL was
and still no doctor Marie became alarmed
lest some harm had befallen him a home,
and, being a fearless girl she determined
TO start back alone. Her friends tried
to persuade her. but in vain.
She had traversed perhaps half the dis
lance on her homeward way without any
thing of note mapping, when, looking
around, she perceived a long, lank wolf,
with red eyes and lolling tongue, running
along beside her horses heels. She reach
ed for her revolver, which she always
carried. 1t contained but two cartridges.
CHI oil
There were two wolves now, ana even as
she looked a third lank creature came
stealing out of the underground and fol
lowed in the train of the others. Then an
awful fear came over the poor girl Her
father had once told her that a single
wolf never attacks till IA number of his
brethren have joined him. Then they wait
for the horse TO tire or perhaps 10 Stun
Bile, when they rush in and rend it to
pieces.
Marie urged on her horse, but the poor
beast was tired by that time, and, more
| over, was trembling violently, for he
knew the danger quite as well his
rider.
The wolves had soon grown to quite a
band, and already they were creeping up
| closer on to the jaded horse. Marie was
in despair She knew ii was now only
question of short time before the
wolves grown holder because Of their
would be over. Then Mare saw just ahead
of her the low hanging limb of a great
tree. In an instant she had resolved on
desperate feat Kicking her foot loose
from the stirrup and dropping the rens,
she reached up and caught hold of the
limb as she passed under, swinging herself
free of the horse. The horse, relieved of
her weight, went dashing madly on, with
the pack at his heels. Two hungry eyed
brutes dropped behind and waited under
meath the tree for their prey.
BY a superhuman effort the girl drew
herself up ON the limb, and then worked
her way down toward the trunk, where
in the crotch she found a fairly safe rest
ing place.
Now" said the brave girl to herself
"if my horse reaches home safely the
empty saddle viii give the alarm, and
they win come in search of me. And if
| the worst come TO the worst l have two
bullets, one TO defend myself with, the
other for myself"
Twenty-four hours later a distracted
father, with a posse of men, found Ma
RE in the tree. completely exhausted. The
good horse. it seems, had managed to
shake off mis- enemies, and, gaining the
town, had made straight for his stable.
This is the story as it was told the writer
by the French girl herself.