The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1904-02-05

tabled albino moose would crown Pc
ter's fame as a hunter and give him a
name that would long survive in the
traditions of the province. And this
was, probably, the only chance he
would ever have TO perform such
feat
The man fairly trembled with excite
ment as he pushed his long, old-fash-
Toned rifle through a cleft in the rock
and made ready to fire the shot of his
life. The white moose was coming
straight toward the rock where the
hunter lay concealed. Peter crouched
behind the rampant and sweeping his
horn low and close TO the surface of
the rock, gave one more muffied and
seemingly retreating call.
AS he slowly lifted head and eyes
into the cleft once more he was amazed
to see just emerging into the barren,
beyond the big rock, the figure of =
man. The newcomer was unarmed,
save for an ak, and he carried a ped
dler's pack on his back. AS he came
in sight of the moose he stopped short
and half turned, as if to fee This
brought his face directly toward Peters
hiding place-and instantly the hunter
recognized him, in spite of the ravages
of time, as the same Gaspard Langlois
who had robbed him of his youthful
sweetheart. Poor. degraded, and now,
no doubt, alone in the world, fallen
from his dashing spendor OF voy-
ageur and man of the city, how hardly,
after all, had fate dealt with Theresa's
successful suitori Yet he was the
same Gaspard Langlois the man who
had spoiled two lives, and destiny had
at last east him into Peters hand.
The white moose advanced few
steps further and stopped, confronting
the man who had suddenly emerged
from behind the rock. Both seemed
spellbound. Both were now within
range of the deadly rife of Peter Par
deau-the famous old rifle that had
slain so many moose and caribou and
bear, The long barrel shook in the
crevice with a faint rafting sound.
Peter turned it first on the man, and
then back again on the moose. A fierce
red spot blazed on each of the mans
cheeks. His hands trembled like two
wind-shaken autumn leaves. Revenge
Kissed, shoot the man. let the moose
J co.. Fame, the long-cherished mis-
tress of the lonely hunter whispered,
kill the moose fir:t-then the man. A
moose can run faster than mani"
The trembling barrel of the old muz-
zle-loader swayed to and fro The
spots blazed redGer and fercer in the
marble cheeks of the hunter Suddenly
the white moose turned broadside-
and sheet of flame shot forth from
the calling-rock. The moose sprang
/ forward, then stumbled, and fell in a
quivering heap amidst the bareback.
At the sound of the rifles crack Gas
pard Langlois raised his eyes in terror
/ TO the great rock. Peter had leaped to
his feet and with frantic haste was
pouring fresh charge of powder into
/ the long barrel of his rifle BY subtle
dlyinatios Gaspard recognized the man
he wronged, and knew the meaning of
Peters deadly haste That handful of
sliding, tinkling powder was for him,
Gaspard Langlois dropped the pack
! from his back and fled toward the lake
and the forest beyond. Like a snipe.
+ flushed from tussock or clump of
reeds, he twisted and zigzagged in his
/ flight, that the bullet might perchance
speed by him to left or right, and bury
itself in the oo:y marsh. Peter worked
himself up to the highest pinnacle of
! the rock. all the while driving home
/ the patched bullet in the long rife bar
rel. He toiled with fierce haste. but
/ with deadly sureness Not a motion
! was wasted
| All ready now, save the little copper
cap to slip over the nipple, Peter
fetched it out of his buckskin pocket
with swift motion of thumb and fin
ger; but Just as he was fitting it TO
the nipple he raised his eyes for the
fraction of a second to mark his vic
tim whereabouts. Gaspard was Just
lodging into the shadow of the woods,
The cap slipped and went tinkling
down the slope OF rock Peter sprang
after it, dropped down upon his knees.
caught the rolling bit of metal and
crushed it down over the nipple of his
gun. When he rose. with the rife
pressed hard against his shoulder the
vast barren lay desolate and deserted.
Not living figure was anywhere In
sight. Peter had won the fame he
eraved-but one little slip of the hand
had lost him revenge.
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