Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1910-02-09

little molly cottonta1l with cruei
club. Well, he Just won't do anything
of the sort. So there-run for your
life, bunny"
She loosened her grip on the rab-
bits legs and the animal leaped into
the air and bounded off toward the
nearest thicket. At that moment
Saunders turned with a stout stick in
his hand to see his intended victim
diving into the woods a hundred feet
away.
81 knew you'd let him get away" he
declared, half angrily, "and l almost
believe you did it on purpose"
cit was on purpose" she retorted.
81 just couldn't stand seeing the help
less little thing killed right under my
very eyes,"
Saunders stopped and regarded his
pretty companion.
ga pretty piece of symbolism, Co
rinne," was his comment.
Symbolism" she questioned.
"Yes-your letting that rabbit go.
You see what mean? You entrap
them, you subdue them, and then
well, you let them CO..
ooh, the men, you meant" she
laughed
He nodded.
Indeed, Gordon, you're exaggerat-
ing the case," she protested "You
mustn't think me so heartless as that.
Some day I might not let one of them
go-that 10, if 1 ever really did catch
him, since you put it that way"
Eyes, dare say not" he replied, ig-
noring her significant glance. "But
changing the subject, let's go over the
hill and take a look at the snare"
With a nod, she agreed, and in
few minutes they reached the spot.
The bait was gone, but the snare
hadn't been sprung. Critically Saun-
ders looked at the bent sapling, the
taut cord and the wood trigger.
''The rabbit that came here was
a self-respecting individual" he
laughed. He walked over the trigger,
ate all the bait and then left with
smile of satisfaction"
ooh, I'm so disappointed, said Co
rhine. 81 wonder why he wasn't
caught"
That's easy" he rejoined. "The
trigger is not made right. It's been
a decade since set one of these
snares, but I think 1 can fix this one"
Suiting the action to the intention,
he took out his knife, and, cutting
sprig off nearby tree, began whit
Ting vigorously After fashioning a
new trigger he sank to his knees over
the moose and began fastening the
cord to the small piece of wood.
Suddenly there was snap, the sap
ling few upright and Saunders was
jerked to his feet. He stood helpless.
for the moose had shot up over his
shoulders, pinioning his arms to his
sides. Corinne screamed with delight
when she saw his predicament
'T've caught bigger game than l ex-
pected!" she cried.
Try as he might, Saunders could
not suppress a smile. 81 see the hui
morous side of it." he admitted, "even
If the joke is on me. But please take
the knife, Corinne, anS cut the cord"
mo, sir; not just yeti" she ex-
claimed. with triumphant glee. Cor
don Saunders, have you just where
want you"
''You seem to have" he rejoined,
"for you have certainly caught me-
literally"
"And no other way?" she ventured.
Eyes, Corinne, in the other way,
too" he said, slowly. Then with a
grim smile, 81 am yours both arms
and heart"
Her eyes sparkled. ooh. I'm so
glad that"
81 dare you to cut this string after
that" he broke in.
For answer she picked up the knife
and slashed the stout cord that bound
him. The next instant his arms were
around her.
"But Gordon, dear, you didn't let
me finish saying what 1 was glad
about" she protested.
''Well, you may say it now" he re-
piled.
"You ought to be able to guess"
she pouted. ct was glad that the
rabbit didn't get caught in the snare!"
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