The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1904-12-09

what she wanted, and she mustn't be
disappointed in little matter of hus-
bands!''
He called a servant to put out the
fire, tucked the guitar under his arm
and strobe off to his tent, where he
slept the dreamless slumber Of a gen.
eral whose maneuvers are all plann-
ed.
The next evening they were all
grouped about the campfire, which had
been replenished, mountain fashion,
with whole logs drawn and stacked
across its first kindling flame by a
team of horses. The little party, chap.
eroncd by Nell's mother, who drowsed
on a folding easy chair, sprawled
about the fire, receunting the days
adventures and the wonders of the
park.
Two or three kodak enthusiasts
soon rose to 60 to the dark tent to
develop their snapshots.
"Give US a song, Nell" begged Jack
Stanley, handing her the guitar. "Sing
that old one-old songs are best suit
ed to things primeval," teasingly. Csc
let's have In Days Of Old a Warrior
Bold and all the rest of it,
"That's mans song," retorted the
girl. "But since''-The rest of the
sentence was left to his imagination
and Nell bent her bright head over
the beloved instrument and fingered
daintily thestirring accompaniment to
the old ballad. But her eyes were
lifted challengingly to his when she
reached the ringing refrain:
"Ill live for love, I'll live for love
and die!''
Suddenly deep growl thundered
out of the dense darkness behind them.
All eyes turned startled toward q
great black mass slowly emerging in.
to the glare of the camfire. Jones
and Trent beat hasty retreat toward
their tent-to get their rifles they
explained eagerly afterward-and
every one was too busy then to re.
member that all their weapons had
been sealed by the officials on enter
ing the park.
Mrs. Carter and the other women
shrieked, scattered and fled screaming
to the tents, all but Nell, who was too
paralyzed to move. One white hand
still clung to the vibrant guitar
strings. Her red lips, now paled with
fear, were still parted, forming frezen-
ly the last words of her song. Here
was Jacks chance.
He seized it instantly, also q red,
burning brand from the fire. With
this weapon he bravely charged the
shaggy animal towering above poor,
terror stricken Nell.
just as the huge fore paws reached
out to clasp her in crushing en-
brace-one rasping claw did scratch
her tender arm, the mark OF which
she shows proudly to this day-Jack's
cleaning firebrand fell resoudingly
again and again upon the grizzly.
With a roar Of pain and snarl at his
antagonist the great bear released
trembling Nell from his deadly clutch
and amid terrific odor or singeing
hair made for the cooling river few
yards below.
"Nell, darling, are you hurtl" Jacks
voice was tender with real concern as
be remorsefully wiped the single red
drop which oozed from the dear. arm.
She was clasped in a real mans hug
Is time, aud she crept close like q
duttering, frightened bird into its
nest. Her stubborn little heart melt
ed into gratitude, admiration and love
and soon stilled its tumultuous fear
throbs a rapturous answer to the
manly one that beat against it.
Her trembling arms stole about his
neck, and her ripe lips met his, drink,
ing in the blessed draft of mutual
love and joy.
"You are real hero dear, after all,
she whispered.
"The you will marry me, sweet
hearth" the graceless youth asked un-
blushingly. The answer went so
intoxicatingly to his head that it was
no wonder Francois thought M. Stan
ley had been tumbling too freely when
an hour later in the strict privacy OF
the cooks tent he thrust 81 900 bill
into that worthy's hand, with the
remark:
"Oh, hang the expense; it's worth
it," To his conscience he said.
Calls fair in love and war; primi-
two notto'