The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-10-19

teered their private theories; those
who had deserted in disgust appeared
upon the scene once more. a
1t was this aggregation of humanity
that caught the eye of Tim Murdoch,
who had been scanning the country
all the way down from Virginia City
for sign or sight of the vagrant
Beelzebub. Tim was not a man who
let slip an opportunity of finding out
a bit of news, and he refined in his
mule up the trail leading TO the group
of people at the tunnels mouth.
"Phwats the disturbance, Hank?"
Its you, is it Tim? Disturbance,
you say? Well, wonder! If you
never heard underground thunder,
now's your chance"
Faith, an did yez have an airth-
quake here, Hank"
Sure, Tim. It's paralyzed our boz
nanza tunnel, and locked up a roarin'
fury inside of it, to boot
who's the gintlemen with the
specks and KNOWN jibs?"
Scientists, Tim, and they hail from
some big institution of learning"
"B'jabers, an yez are sthrictly in it
wild yer little wan-horse tunnel, amt
yez, Hank?"
And Hank nodded ready acquies-
cence. n
Tim had guided his mule directly in
front of the tunnel; he halted here
and gazed in open-eyed establishment.
The mule appeared unduly interest
ed, too, pricked up his long ears and
shifted the air suspiciously. A squirt
of steam was elected from the
crevice; it was forerunner of sew
eral denser columns. Professors and
all others drew near, expecting to
hear the resultant rumble. 1t came;
not SO distinctly as formerly, but
loud enough to startle them. A hush
fell upon the throng. Mans signifi-
canoe seems infinitesimal when ma
lures stupendous force asserts itself
in manner that indicates only a
1.-THE of what she might do.
The hush was rudely broken-not
by C. nmenting human voice, not
by another internal clamor, but by a
strident, grating cry issuing from the
throat of Tins mule. The BRAY of
an ass is akin to the filing of many
saws at once, and never an agree
able sound. This particular bray Gre
ated all of this effect and more in
addition. Although not exactly a
repetition of the subterranean can
nonading, there was much similarity
between the two.
''Holy mither of Moses! Yez gap
ing gawks. An it's foine thrick yer
afther playin'l Underground thun-
der it isis it? Him that shtuck me
good mule Beezlebub inter that
sweatin', shteamin' hole fer the iddifi-
cashun of blitherin' scientics will
PLACE to shtep out an Oil paste his
ugly mug"
Prof. Mellins fell back against n
convenient bank in dazed condition
The noted DIR. Endlin's countenance
reflected sardonic sneer. Several
derisive boots passed the lips of the
hereinbefore mentioned incredulous
ones.
"Shtand back, we fools, an let me
rescue me poor darlnt Belzie!"
Tim Murdoch had leaped from his
mules back; he tore wildly into the
now comparatively clear atmosphere
of the tunnel and disappeared from
view.
Different emotions filed the breasts
of the different individuals DR.. End
Inns face was n study; he glanced at
the hopelessly dispirited Prof. Mel
Inns, and seemed to pity him, yet he
maintained a dignifled and unap-
proachable aspect that best becomes
man of letters. The majority of
the spectators chuckled, looked wise,
and n number of II told you SOS"
were overheard.
Two or three brave souls ventured
few feet within the tunnel; after
ten minutes or so had elapsed, COM
depths.
Back, back, tell We! Back again,
me Belzie! Och, an it's fool set of
fools out there, Belize! It's home
sick yez are for a tunnel, acushla, me
own. Back vance more, darlint!"
Slowly, carefully, surely. Tim Muir
dock steered his charge out of the
treacherous tunnel. Once the sure
footed mule slipped, and his hind feet
went down into the crack that made
the tunnels floor dangerous ground.
Then, and only then, would Tim per-
NIT any of the "fools" to assist him.
When Belize backed out into day
light, it added the last straw to Prof.
Mellins' undoing. He merely glanced
at the unsightly animal, then SUNK
quickly down the hill. DIR. Endlin
and his comrades could appreciate
the ludicrous side of things, and
smiled, laughed, then fairly roared,
as they beheld the cause of the Sub
terranean rumblings, plainly audi
ble."
Tins riding animal welcomed Bel
zie with prolonged bray. Belize,
bruised, famished, and with huge
patches of hair actually steamed
from his hide, responded in a woebe-
gone groan. The warm-hearted Tim
lavished endearing terms upon his
unlucky Belize; he procured can of