The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-01-21
BOSTON SPIDRON.
Why and How Lena Trent Got Him
 Out of Prison.

was intrusted to the care of an old far 1ner, who was about to cross q lonely
 TeXas prairie in light wagon drawn
 by two mustangs. The little girl had
 recently been made an orphan by the
 death of her parents, and relatives in a
 frontier settlement had invited her tC
 come and live with them. hTe old far
 ner had not travelled far before he
 the same direction. One of them was
 a handsome young fellow but the other
 presented rather repusve appear
 ance. His lothing was in shreds, his
 hair and beard unkempt and his fea-
 lures hideously ugly. The younger
 man politely asked the farmer to let
 him ride across the prairie to the settle
 nent, and when his request had been
 granted the other man got into the
 wagon without saying q word The little orphan shrank away from the
 rough-looking man, but she seemed
 rather pleased with the attention be-
 slowed upon her by the other stranger.
 II was glad to fall in with you" said
 the young man, addressing the owner
 of the wagon, flor, to tell you the
 truth, l am afraid of the wolves. The
 prairie seems to be alive with them at
 night, and it is said that many of them
 are mad They pursue every living
 thing that they scent. Only last night
 a traveller made narrow escape from
 a ravenous pack I rode across the prairie to-day to look for bunch of
 cattle and while I was branding a calf
 my pony got away from me, carrying
 off my gun. l started home on foot,
 and had only just overtaken this stran- ger when you came in sight, and right
 glad l was to see you"
 hWile listening to the young mans
 story the farmer was urging his horse
 along the barely perceptible trail in a
 swift trot, for he had heard of the mad
 wolves before and he was eager to reach the timber.
 Further conversation developed that the young mans name was Boston
 Spidron, and that he was employed on
 a ranch not far from the farmers own
 place. The ragged man sat silent in a corner of the wagon box with his hand
 drawn over his face, This happened
 when I was hardly four years old,' says Miss Trent, "but remember eve J lAlIlE LuIl oGCQIlCu cild dililpSt CFVtS
 word that was spoken on the horrible evening as if it was all an affair of yes- terday."
 The child was the first to hear the bowling of a pack of wolves, and she remembers that the terror depicted upon the farmers features made her feel that they were already doomed to certain death. The Texan seixes his whip and urged his ponies to the top of their speed. The young man turned to his silent companion and asked him if he had any weapons. He answered in broken English that he had none. The Texan had been engaged in hauling wood, and there were false standards in his wagon. Spidron wrenched one of these toose and, taking position in the rear end of the wagon, he prepared to make the best defense within his power. In few moments the wolves were in sight. A furious, bowling pack, with foam lying from their gnashing teeth, ' was fast gaining upon the wagon. There appeared to be hundreds of them, and others could be seen running over the prairie to join in the chase. Spid- | ron shouted to the stranger, telling him to get a standard and help to beat off | the wolves The man muttered some words, and then threw | his cap back into the trail "Ef ve | could kill von de odders eat him." he | said; Eve must throw him something's"
 By this time the ferocious animals were within a few feet of the wagon. Spidron was preparing to strike at the foremost of the throng when a sudden jolt of the wagon threw him to his knees. He thought the stranger jostled against him with unnecessary energy, and as he rose to his feet curious look In the mans eyes caused hideous sus- picion to flash across his mind. Had the monster attempted to push him out under the fangs and claws of the furi- ous pack? The wolves were TOW snap ping at the hind wheels and leaping against the wagon box. Spidron got a fair lick at one of the foremost of the naddened creatures, and he crushed it's skull AS blood and brain gushed from he head of the dying beast the furious pack fell upon the carcass and tore it to ihreds. This momentary respite gave spidron time to turn upon the stranger 1 tnd rebuke him for his cowardice. Though the mans face was white and { lis knees were trembling with weak less caused by fear, he cast threaten i, ng look at Spidron and said plain l 'I am so strong as three men , ike you, but not so strong as a thou ( and wolves. Eff we save de life trow l Jim something's. Trow de brat, de ole ( man. Den ve go to trees and go up de i ree'' Spidron was amazed and so en- l aged that he was in the act of brain { lg the man with his club when wolf prang into the wagon. He had only lme to kill it and throw the carcass ut before others were leapins against ( he hind end of the wagon box.
 While the pack was fighting over the cad and wounded wolves Spidron T, lrned his head to see what the stran- T CT was doing, and as he did so he /, card the child scream. The next in- \ ant he saw the body of the little girl | assing through the air toward the 6 ack of bowling wolves Without the T asst hesitation he sprang after the e lild and seized her almost at the mo- e lent she touched the ground. Holding ,e le trembling infant above his head a ith one hand and beating off the pack e- ith the other, he sprang into the wag- f, l just in time to save the life of the r -J..