Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-05-29
Short STORY
Of the DAY
AN IMPROBABLE ADVENTURE.

Lady Middleton in the Philadelphia
Times.
have been asked to write the story
OF what certainly comes under the
OF things so over the borderland of the
probable as to verge on the limits of
the incredible. And truly my readers
can Judge for themselves as to whether
their widest nightmares ever depicted
more unnatural adventure, taking
locale and 'personale' into consid-
Grafton
A few months ago my pen would
have refused to act; my mind to repeat
the subject claiming its obedience. But
now that hope is ripening into assuree-
ness of recovery, and that she can bear
the matter even discussed in her pres
ence, feel capable of putting the rec.
ord into the form of story, the adj
venture that nearly cost us-well, here
il is:
do let's go for a ride, Marcia. No
fun stewing in the house such a lovely
day.
'Oh. bother!" was the civil reply.
Now do put those paints away; IA
ture is superior to art, and It's not too
hot for good gallop."
This inducement on the part of my
pretty young cousin, Elsie Camellan,
succeeded. and | babe her order he
horses while | tidied up my painting
materials. .t- >,~t~,
While Elsie was absent her father,
Lord Dundava, came hurriedly into the
room, followed by his eldest son, Jan
Camellan.
They were down at the further end
of the long gallery, as it was calle,,
and at first | only caught snatches OF
their conversation.
"A deuced bad job, anyway ended
Jan.
- IT'S the eighth or tenth case" said
his father. So
More than that, and Macphail can
i'll afford such loss; besides, Douglas
sheep were some of them only killed
and left, and still marketable as au.
ton; but these last were killed and
scattered. what was left of EN-; the
most part had been eaten"
Where were the remains foundg"
inquired my uncle.
In the Rhynnie wood, at the far
end, near the loch-three miles at least
from the scene of the last gorging, aud
five or six from where Dougal lost his
tups."
Here | interposed: More of this
sheep worrying, Uncle Archer"
Yes, my dear: bad luck to it--and
what's worse, it's so inexplicable, q
course, it's dogs-but how many, ant
what dogs? A pack of famishet
wolves couldn't have done more harm
In four days or So
YES" put in Jan; IF Gripper anC
Grasp (patting the two great boar
hounds that were his chief JOY anC
companions) ran 'anlock and did theft
cussedest for week they might Stay
but couldn't put away half the meat
that has disappeared since the frs
alarm last Thursday"
NSAs Saau AAtN iuius 4 We luQuaTS'
OF the factor and grieve as to whar
dogs are in the neighborhood, aut
there are no suspects; and you, Jan
tell me keepers and shepherds are
utterly baffled, The question is, what's
to be done?"
Here /. who had been washing my
brushes, generally putting away, gath
cred up the remains and went OH &c
dress, hearing JAMS latter words OF
I'll take Johnnie and a rifle, Will
Grasp and Gripper. and so off the way
of Rhynnie wood and see If we com,
across a skulking cur of any sort VIII,
might be one of the assassins."
And he left the room as did. bu
by the lower end.
In ter minutes Elsie and ] passed {,
the hall door where stood two of n,