Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1906-04-12


until such time rs relieved lie hadn't
the slightest idea Of bestirring himself
as an official. and it never occurred
TO him that he would be called upon to
exercise his official authority
The unexpected was getting ready 70
happen, however. -Four days after the
departure of the warden his deputy
took IA stroll through the woods with
gun upon his shoulder. 1t was simply
matter Of conscience with him, and
he did not intend to tire himself out.
He had heard Of no campers within
dozen miles, and he was therefore con
siderably surprised at hearing the re
port OF ritie quarter of mile from
where he sat resting upder Il tree He
knew that the firearm had been dis
charged OH the shore OF pond sur
rounded by thickets and known as the
haunt Of the moose. 1t was more than
likely that, whoever the hunter might
be, he had fired at II moose and ylo-
lated the law.
There was 4 feeling OF authority in
the young mans breast as he started
out 10 run down the violator. He did
not have much trouble about It. As he
neared the lake he heard a wounded
animal thrashins about in the grass
and water, AMI getting still nearer, he
could distinguish person in canoe.
That person was holding the discharged
rife across his knees as he sat and
watched the dying struggles Of his
game The canoeist was wearing a
nondescript garb, and it was three or
four minutes before young Taylor
made up his mind as 10 sex and NUT
tered to himself:
BY lingo. but it's a girl camper, and
she has surely shot II moose, What the
deuce am | going 10 do about arresting
her and conveying her twenty five
miles through the woodsE"
Two OF three minutes later the moose
for it was a moose, and a big bull at
that-ceased his struggles, and the ca
noe was padded to the bank.
That's right-come ashore" called
Taylor 'Do you know that you have
killed Il moose IN the close season and
thereby subjected yourself to a heavy
fine If not TO Imprisonment as wellf
l am deputy game warden, and 1t is
my Iuty 10 place you under arrest"
rs it's it Mr. Taylor" inquired
Kirlish voice as the canoe was slowly
pushed through the grass to the firm
shore
"Yes, and you-you"-
Taylor stood there for the next two
minutes anC stared He had at last
recognized Miss Bessie Whiting daugh-
lyI ~ he banker. lie h@d met her half
GDz,u timeS IN society, and it was
whispered around the clubs and else
where that he Lad been more than "at-
| tractcd" But She was the last person
| he expected 10 meet in the deep woods
| of Maine.
"Our camp is only two miles away
| she explained as he gave her hand to
| help her out Of the canoe. Il came up
the pond hoping TO get shot at wild
| fowl. but | have had great luck. While
| was resting and looking around u
| great moose pushed his way through
the bushes to drink. and, though | fired
only one shot. l brought him down.
Such antIers, Why, all the girls in the
city VIZ envy me when get back. Do
you think they VIII have it in the pa
persT'
II am very much afraid so" he said
in serious voice.
"Why. what is it,
didn't your father or brother tell
you that 1t is against the law to shoot
a moose this time of year"
"Why, no"
"WeI, 1t is, and you have, as ] said
laid yourself liable to heavy fine
There may be Imprisonment as well
but ! am not sure about that"
And what-what am | going to doY
she asked In faltering tones IF you